Faaris Pov:
As soon as I finished my presentation at the conference hall, I barged out of the room loosening the tie around my neck, rolling up my sleeves, opening the first two buttons of my formal shirt. Me and studies is not a good combination ever. But Dad wouldn't lend his ears to me no matter how hard I have explained it to him. He is so persistent in me acquiring doctorate in Business Administration, so that I can take over our companies in nearby future. I have no choice but to agree with him, just because he let me run my own dance academy here in Mumbai.
Dance is my passion, dance is my life, dance is in my blood, I can't live without it. It's been my dream to open my own dance academy ever since I started a liking towards it.
I fished out my car keys from my pockets rolling it around my fingers as I headed straight to the parking lot. I am done with today, I can't be here anymore. No one is gonna stop me from leaving, after all it's my Dad's University, we own this. I can come here and leave whenever I want. Privilege of being a hotshot right!
All the way, I received a lot of flirty looks and comments from the girls passing by. As I am incapable of making them feel ignored, I gave them my signature smirk and wink. I pulled out my brand new sunglasses as the sunlight hit my face.
Something on my car got my attention as I entered the parking lot.
"What the fuck?", the words escaped my lips without realisation on seeing what's on my car.
My mouth hung open in ultimate shock, "No, no", my legs took pace and I ran towards the car.
Soon the shock is replaced by a burning rage, "Who the fuck did this?", a loud growl escaped my lips as I slammed my tightly clenched fist on the car. My brain started to think of every possible dickhead who might have done it, my eyes again scanned the windshield of my new Lamborghini Murcielago, "Faris, my ASS" in block letters was painted on it with a spray paint.
I looked around the parking lot but there is none other than me. I shouted my lungs out, "Whoever did this, I am gonna kill you, motherfucker". I cursed again and kicked the car hard in frustration.
I opened the car door and took out some tissues, I know it's not gonna work, but I wanna check if it is fresh. The paint stained the tissues as I rubbed it on the windshield. Yes, it's fresh. It must be done just a few seconds earlier before I came here, so probably he must be around here.
"Come out, you son of a bitch", I yelled again and got nothing in response but silence. My voice echoed through the empty parking lot.
I wonder how anyone can break into the private parking lot which is assigned to the usage of me and my dad only, no one is allowed to enter here other than us.
"Fuck", I groaned as I stomped my feet on the ground. I headed towards my Dad's office to collect his car keys, I am not gonna drive this car with that ass written on the windshield.
"Pradeep Bhaiya", I called out his name, my Dad's personal assistant as I entered the administrative block. (Translation - Bhaiya = Brother)
"Yes, sir.", he stood up from his assigned chair as he approached me.
"Is dad free now?"
"Your father is in an important meeting right now, sir. I afraid you can't meet him anytime sooner", he told as he glanced at his watch.
"Oh, it's okay. I just need his car keys. Inform him that I will send the driver later to pick him up"
"Okay sir, I'll be back with the keys", he nodded at me before entering into the meeting hall, and soon returned with the keys.
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Married To Mr.Parth | Completed✔
Romance"Stop there" I startled at the sudden loud voice. I turned my head towards it's direction. There I saw him standing near our bedroom door. Or should I say his bedroom? He kept on staring at me angrily while my fingers are trembling. I gulped loudly...
