Love Game With CEO

Chapter 3

Third Person’s POV

Sometimes in life, we don't get what we want, and it feels like a higher power has a plan of its own. This was the case for Adira. Leaving her country, she never imagined she'd return, but destiny had its own ideas. She believed she'd never cross paths again with the person who had caused her immense pain, but life had other plans, forcing her to confront those memories.

Now, it's as if a significant challenge has been set before her, not of her choosing, but one she must face daily. It will take considerable strength to reenter the life she once left behind. This path wasn't her preference, but she's been selected by fate to navigate it, requiring her to muster the resilience to move forward.

In the heart of the city, Arya sat in his office, deep in thought about the plan he needed to execute. Rudra, concerned about the situation, questioned Arya's certainty. "Arya, are you sure about this? Adira isn't someone you can manipulate, and I doubt she'll ever willingly return to you."

Arya, feeling the weight of his determination, replied with conviction, "Of course, I know. We don't have any other option." Frustration was building within him, and he raised his voice sharply at Rudra, "Rudra!"

Armaan, who had been listening attentively, sensed the tension escalating and intervened, "Calm down, Arya." He rose from the couch, moving to a chair beside Rudra and facing Arya. "He's right, Adira is different now. She thinks with her head, not her heart."

Arya, feeling cornered but not willing to let go, retorted, "So, should I just let her go?" Armaan shook his head, and Arya, a note of resignation in his voice, said, "No, not at all."

"Find another option," Armaan advised, and Arya's expression softened slightly, understanding the gravity of the situation. "You know, brother, no matter what I do or say, she'll never choose to stay with me of her own free will."

Armaan nodded in agreement, and Arya continued, a mix of determination and desperation in his voice, "I'll have to push her, make her see."

Rudra, still concerned, inquired, "So, what's your plan now?" Arya's reply was a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty, "I have an idea."

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Adira's POV

The dimly lit room, its walls painted in crimson, and the familiar array of equipment within, hold a haunting familiarity. I've been in this place before but under very different circumstances. This time, the associations are anything but pleasant. Bound to the chair, it's not for my pleasure, but rather a forceful constraint. That bed, which once offered solace, now stands as a stark reminder of past actions, mistakes that cost me dearly. I knew that being here meant trouble. It's an ill omen, a symbol of my inability to escape. But what options do I have?

"Hey, Princess," a voice echoes, drawing my attention to the door. There he stands, Mike, once a trusted friend, but now irrevocably tainted by his association with Arya Malhotra. At some point, we shared a genuine bond, but then I discovered the truth. He's no one to me now.

"You?" I murmur, my anger building. Suddenly, a burst of frustration erupts in my eyes, and I find myself yelling, "What the hell am I doing here? Leave me."

"Sorry, princess," he replies, stepping into the room and positioning himself before me. He explains, "It's not in my control. I can't release you unless he allows it."

"I don't give a damn about what he wants," I seethe, gritting my teeth as I continue, "I know one thing—I want to leave, and no one can make me stay unless I choose to."

"Now, I'm telling you, untie my hands if you want to live," I declare, pressing my demand with each word. But before he can respond, his cell phone started ringing, and he answers promptly, "Yes, boss."

"Understood, boss," he concludes the call and turns to face me once more.

"He's here, Princess. You'll meet him soon," he reveals, then leaves, leaving me still bound to the chair, my fate inescapably intertwined with the impending encounter.

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Adira’s POV

To say that I am stupid would be an understatement. I'm worse than that, for I committed an act of foolishness that no one in this room could have expected from me. Yes, when Mike informed me of his presence, I attempted a futile escape and ended up injuring my knees by jumping from the window. He can bear many things, but not the pain inflicted upon me by anyone else, not even by myself. Even hurting myself is not allowed. Currently, I find myself standing before him, feeling as if he owns me, his hand tightly gripping my waist. I dare not look into his eyes, choosing instead to fixate on my feet, afraid of igniting his anger.

His furious gaze is fixated on me, the fury and rage evident in his eyes, and I meet his intensity with my own determined stare. His piercing eyes feel like daggers, causing me more discomfort than his nails digging into my bare waist. Memories of those three years I survived alone without him flood my mind. I will never forgive him for what he did to me. He never deserved me, but my foolishness led me to believe I could make him mine. He proved me wrong by choosing someone else, marrying them, and leaving me alone to suffer. I won't forgive him for the pain he inflicted upon me. He'll regret it.

“Adira?” His voice snaps me out of my trance, and I flinch, feeling the pain he's causing, yet determined not to show it. I won't give him the satisfaction of hurting me.

“I'm asking you to do something,” he yells, trapping me between his hands on either side of mine, my back against the wall. A smirk forms on my face as I reply through gritted teeth, “And I said no, I will not. You are no one to me. Why would I do that?”

Yes, I'm here because of his demands. He wants me back in his life.

Hearing my reply, he grabs my chin with one hand, his nails digging into my skin. He continues, “Trust me, I have plenty of methods to try on you, and you'll be begging me to forgive you. Still, I'm asking you to do it nicely.”

He pauses for a moment before continuing, emphasizing each word, “DO NOT FORCE ME, MS. ADIRA DEV.”

I'm on the verge of an outburst, and as I'm about to respond, he shoves me away, causing me to stumble onto the couch.

He moves quickly, blocking my escape. I yell, “How dare you?”

But before I can say anything else, he places a finger on my lips and says in his usual husky tone, “Adira, since you denied the opportunity, I've decided to do it my own way.”

I'm shocked, and the next thing I hear is him calling “Priya?” His secretary is in his cabin in the blink of an eye. He doesn't even bother to get up from my body. He simply extends his hand, and I hear Priya respond, “Here, sir.” She leaves immediately after.

Once the door is closed, he suddenly stands up, throwing a file onto the table in front of the couch. I adjust my dress and take a seat. He reclines in his king-sized chair, casually opening his laptop, and says, “Well, Ms. Adira Dev, this is my way to deal with your stubbornness.”

“Read it,” he motions to the file, and I ask in confusion, “What is it?”

He swivels his chair to face the couch, scrutinizing me like an open book, and says, “Read, my love. Trust me, after reading this, you'll be on your knees in front of me.”

Reluctantly, I pick up the file and am stunned by its contents. I stand and walk closer to him, holding the file, and ask, “How could you do this, Arya?”

He gives me his devilish smile and stands, buttoning his coat. He tells me, “I can, and I will.”

Drawing closer, he looks at me with an air of dominance and arrogance, and says, “Now, if you're ready to negotiate the terms, I would love to see you on your knees, Ms. Adira Dev.”

In the next moment, I find myself on my knees in front of him, as if obeying his command, reminiscent of the submissive person I used to be.