Present.

Mumbai, Singhaniya House.

Author's POV,

Ayaan came inside his room and closed the door with a loud thud.

Mahira who was waiting for him in the living room was terrified seeing him in rage, but gathering her all courage she got up from her seat and went behind him.

She took a sharp breath and knocked on the door but when she didn't hear anything in reply she went away without uttering anything.

She knew why he was furious and she left him on his own knowing very well that she didn't even matter to him.

Ayaan went towards the mini bar which was inside his bedroom and quickly grabbed the bottle of whisky.

He gulped down the cold liquid from his throat and the way he thought that it would cool down his senses nothing happened like that.

That liquid only burned his heart with immense pain, which was already set on fire only because of the thought of not seeing her again, how much he cursed himself for falling for that middle-class girl but it was the truth and he couldn't deny it anymore.

He glanced at that half-heart, and tears fell from his eyes he always thought that he would not regret letting her go.

But what happened now?

Why was he regretting it,?

He fell on his knees and cried his heart out he knew there was no one to hear his cries, and the image Ayaan Singhaniya had in front of the whole world would not get ruined.

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Past.

Flashback  (2 years ago)

Mumbai, Hotel Galaxy private room.

In the luxurious VIP suites of the hotel. A heavenly good-looking man was fucking a woman like there is no tomorrow.

The man was looking like a greek God from Greek mythology.

He was only in his pants but the woman was naked, granting him the right to do anything with her body.

Ayaan was just letting out his frustration on a woman who was resting under him.

She was in so much pain but he was not enough yet, He was going under so much pressure nowadays, His schedule was so tight for the whole last month, and on top of the cherry, his grandfather was dancing on his head for marriage and heir.

He didn't get time for good sex, He knew how he controlled himself from lashing out at everyone, he already told his PA Rajiv Not to disturb him and now he was free to let out his frustration on that woman.

The woman under him was enjoying his company and feeling heaven with each thrust he was giving inside her core.

He was such good at fucking women, she was feeling so good inside her heart, of course, the heartthrob of the country was fucking her, woman dies for his one glance and here his skin was slapping against her skin.

Suddenly Ayaan's phone rang and he pulled himself out of her, he removed the used condom from his shaft and got up from her body.

He zipped his pant chain and grabbed his phone from the bedside table, he moved towards the balcony while taking out a cigarette from his pocket.

He glanced at a caller ID and Saw it was his mother, a small smile graced his lips and he decided to pick up the call,

"Hello, Mom," he gritted her lazily taking a puff out of his cigarette.

"Where are you Ayaan? Don't you have any sense? Your grandfather ordered you to go to that charity function and what are you doing? Fucking a random model or actress."

"STOP IT, MOM," Ayaan stopped his mother and said in a frustrated voice, "I am not interested in going to that cheap charity competition, I don't have that much time to go there, Why don't you go there? I already have so much on my plate."

"Shut up, Ayaan. I already warn you if he got to know about your sex addiction, He will throw you out of his house and will not give you a single penny from his property, Get ready and go where he asked you to go."

"But mom–  he heard a beep sound and glanced at the phone.

The call had already disconnected.

He glanced at the woman with whom he slept, and suddenly he felt disgusted looking at her body.

The woman with whom he slept was the most famous actress, Tanuja Dutta, she was a married woman, but still, she was cheating on her husband for money.

He knew money could buy anything and he always valued money more than the people who were in his life.

He is the CEO of a billion-dollar company, In the entertainment industry, no one can compete with him but his Dada Ji has authority over everything the property can't be his if his Dada Ji doesn't want it to be his, and he can't waste his hard work just like that.

He paid so many years for that company why did he let them waste so easily?

If you will say he loves money, it will be an understatement because he is greedy for money.

He knows his only Competitor is his uncle's son, his so-called brother.

But little did he figure out that his grandfather would never hand over Singhaniya's property to him, and that was the greatest advantage for him.

If going to that cheap charity competition is profitable for him why he will lose the opportunity,

If He can't go there then he will take out a second path to solve his problems.

Tanuja got up from bed and looked at a Greek god standing in front of her, she couldn't control herself from admiring him.

She clutched the bedsheet to her chest and spoke out, "Sir when will you gonna sign me for your upcoming film in which I wanted to work in? "

Ayaan was wearing his shirt but hearing her words he smirked, and said tauntingly, "Oh, dear Tanuja, you know that I offered a golden opportunity to you but you kicked it away saying that you can't cheat with that old hag. And you know Ayaan Singhaniya can't accept defeat. I wanted one night with you I got it,  And the films....... forget about it. I don't think you have enough capability to be there. you lost that opportunity."

Tanuja remembered the way she showed attitude to him when he asked for a nightstand, she just wanted him to trail behind her that's why she said No.

No one could neglect his charms and If anyone thinks he could neglect Ayaan Singhaniya, he is an Insane person who would say no to sleeping with him.

"But Sir you said, that you would pay me if I slept with you,"

Ayaan felt irritated by her voice.

"When did I say that I am not going to pay you? Tell Me the price of your one night. My PA will give you the money. Now get out of here before the paparazzi arrive here."

Tanuja was ready to say something but he showed her his palm and she quickly shut her mouth she knew that she couldn't mess with this man.

She wore her clothes and quickly went out of the hotel room.

He too came out of the hotel and the paparazzi and media reporters came running towards him and bombarded him with so many questions about his upcoming projects.

"Sir, we heard you are hiring new models is that true?

"Sir, Is that true that you are getting engaged to your fiance Mahira Chopra?"

"Sir can you tell us Something about Ms Ashnoor and Mr Abhimaan's love affair scandal we heard that you finalized them for your upcoming film 'Love in the Air'."

He completely ignored them and sat inside his car.

He was already stressed out because of that cheap competition that his grandfather organized for the girls who wanted to become models but couldn't afford it so his good grandfather, decided to sponsor them but now the shitty responsibility of that competition came to his head.

He remembered he was going to meet Mahira today

Mahira Chopra is his girlfriend his grandfather doesn't like her at all, But he never gives a fuck about it, he too doesn't like her but for the sake of business and profit, he is enduring that trauma.

He called his grandfather, and his grandfather picked up the call after two or three rings,  "Hello..... I have some important work today. I can't go there if you don't mind, I know you will not mind. I am sending Rajiv there," Ayaan declared without beating around the bush.

"I know very well Ayaan which work do you have? Stop your bullshit and go there." Adhiraj ordered in his authoritative voice.

"And you think I will follow as you say," Ayaan said rolling his eyes at his words.

"I am giving you 20 minutes to get ready and go to that competition," his grandfather shouted.

"I am sending Rajiv there end of the conversation bye, " Ayaan said and disconnected the call.

"Do whatever you want Ayaan but I will not tolerate the media saying anything wrong about my family name," Adhiraj just muttered under his breath, having no option.