In a world where love can be a battlefield, one interview was all it took for Arjun to become hopelessly entangled in a web of emotions. A victim of inexperience in the realm of love, Arjun found himself struggling to comprehend the feelings that had begun to stir within him for a certain hazel-eyed, brunette-haired beauty. Meera, the object of his desire, was a force to be reckoned with. Her presence ignited a fire within Arjun, leaving him breathless and yearning for more. He became consumed by an insatiable hunger to be near her, to hear her melodious voice, and to bask in the radiance of her laughter. But Arjun's reputation as a powerful mafia figure in the state came with a price. His world was one of chaos, where the lines between love and obsession were constantly blurred. Meera, aware of the dangers that lurked in Arjun's shadow, wanted nothing to do with him. She would stop at nothing to avoid his gaze, to escape the gravitational pull of his charisma. Yet, Arjun was undeterred. He was willing to risk everything, to burn the very foundations of his empire, just to have Meera by his side. His emotions had become a raging inferno, driving him to the brink of madness. He fantasized about trapping her in his mansion, about making her his captive, his prisoner of love. As Meera desperately tried to flee from Arjun's grasp, he was prepared to unleash a maelstrom of jealousy, obsession, anger, and confusion upon her. The stakes were high, the tension palpable, and the outcome uncertain. Dive into the Turbulent World of Meera and Arjun! Join us on a journey of twists and turns, as Arjun navigates the uncharted territories of his own heart. Witness the all-consuming passion that threatens to destroy him, and the unyielding determination that drives him to claim Meera as his own. This is a story that will leave you breathless, a tale that will make you question the very fabric of love and obsession.
Chapter 1 Bad News.
Admission into Elite Coles University is often regarded as a matter of luck or strong connections.
The school's admission policy and conditions are stringent, making entry an almost insurmountable challenge.
Yet, for those who are accepted, the sense of security and prestige they gain is unmatched.
The school has built a reputation for being not just exclusive but also a haven for the most promising minds.
If someone had told Meera three years ago that she would one day walk through the gates of Elite Coles as a student, she would have laughed outright.
The idea of a middle-class girl like her gaining admission to such an elite institution was beyond her wildest dreams.
In her world, the school was an untouchable entity, a fortress of privilege that seemed far out of reach for someone from her background.
What set the university apart wasn't merely its rigorous academic program or its exclusivity, but the way it immersed its students in the real world from the very beginning.
Elite Coles had established an extensive network of industrial connections, allowing students to engage with leaders in their fields, gain practical experience, and step into the real world prepared for the challenges ahead.
The school didn't just educate, it molded its students into highly sought-after professionals.
For Meera, this network was one of the biggest advantages of attending Elite Coles.
Graduates from the university didn't just enter the workforce, they dominated it. Companies clamored to hire them, often offering positions even before graduation.
And once employed, these students often outperformed their peers, earning the admiration of their colleagues and securing permanent positions in top firms.
This was the unspoken promise of Elite Coles-success was almost guaranteed for those who passed through its gates.
"Finally, it's out." Jiya said with a heavy sigh, dropping into the seat across from Meera in the school cafeteria. Meera, engrossed in her cup of tea, looked up at her friend, who seemed more than a little stressed.
Jiya's fingers were moving furiously across her phone screen, typing at a speed that made Meera worry for the safety of the device.
"If you're not careful, you're going to break that phone screen." Meera teased, though curiosity flickered in her eyes. Something was clearly bothering Jiya.
"Are you okay?" Meera asked, her tone softer this time.
Jiya let out another sigh, her gaze shifting away from the phone for a moment.
"You haven't checked the group chat, have you?"
Meera frowned and shook her head, her mind quickly running through the list of things that could be happening.
Reaching into her bag, she rummaged around for her phone.
Once she had it in hand, she opened the class group chat, her eyes immediately catching the pinned message at the top, posted by the class president.
Her heart sank as she realized what the fuss was about.
Passed by the Class president from the Dean.
"Attention to all Commercial Scholars of 3rd year C&B23. The case study interview that's meant to take place by next month, has been drawn forward. The School authorities has it on hand that most companies added this year for each groups will be going to interview, agreed on the terms. Which means more time.
In conclusion, the project will be held for a month and each group are 6 members including the leader. Names of groups will be revealed tomorrow and more questions will be answered later"
Dean.
-Mr Kapoor.
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Oh my God! Why was it shifted?" Meera gasped as her eyes finally scanned the message on her phone.
The class group chat was buzzing with activity, students reacting to the sudden change.
Some were upset about the interview project being moved forward, while others seemed oddly relieved by the adjustment.
Jiya, sitting across from her, rolled her eyes in frustration.
"No idea. I can't believe we have to deal with this sooner than expected. I spoke to a few seniors about this interview project. Some of their answers were helpful, but others..." She paused and shivered, clearly unsettled.
Meera's curiosity piqued.
"Bad? What do you mean 'bad'? It's just an interview, right?" she asked, her tone innocent, trying to make sense of Jiya's unease.
Jiya leaned forward, her voice dropping to a more serious tone.
"Well, yeah, it's an interview, technically. But not all businessmen are just businessmen." She emphasized the word "businessmen" with air quotes, her expression darkening.
Meera frowned, confusion crossing her face. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Jiya sighed, her voice carrying a weight that made Meera sit up straighter.
"The senior didn't give too many details. He just said some of the people we're supposed to interview aren't exactly who they seem. They hide behind their businesses to cover up... other activities. Shady activities." She paused, watching Meera's reaction. "And there's one thing he was adamant about: we should pray we don't end up assigned to A.M. Empire. It was added to the list last year for the first time."
Meera's eyes widened in shock. "A.M. Empire? You mean the one run by Arjun Madhav?" Her voice quivered as she spoke his name, fear flickering in her eyes.
Jiya nodded gravely, her expression mirroring the dread Meera felt.
"Yeah, the same. Everyone knows who he is. He's not just a businessman, he's a mafia boss. One of the most feared men in India."
Meera swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. Arjun Madhav's name was synonymous with danger.
His empire was vast, his influence unmatched, and the stories about him... terrifying.
"But... why would the school put A.M. Empire on the list for student interviews? Isn't that risky?"
"Of course it's risky." Jiya replied, shrugging as if the answer were obvious.
"But the thing is, A.M. Empire is still a legitimate business. On the surface, they follow all the rules, have strong connections, and, honestly, they're one of the best companies in the country. That's why they got listed for interviews last year. But just because it's a running business doesn't mean it's not dangerous."
Meera's thoughts were racing. "How can it be the best if a mafia boss is running it?" she almost yelled, her frustration bubbling over.
The idea of possibly being sent to interview at such a place made her heart race in fear. The school list wasn't even out yet, and she was already spiraling into anxiety.
Jiya shrugged again, taking a nonchalant bite of her corn.
"I don't know. But that's how things work here. A.M. Empire is a powerhouse in the business world. Their rules are strict, their connections are powerful, and people who work with them succeed. But yeah, it's a mafia front, so it's not exactly safe."
Meera's mind was racing. The thought of being associated with Arjun Madhav or his empire was terrifying.
She'd heard stories, rumors that painted him as ruthless, a man who stopped at nothing to get what he wanted.
His influence was so far-reaching that even the government seemed to turn a blind eye to his activities.
"Just pray we don't end up on the list for A.M. Empire." Jiya added, her tone almost casual, as if she hadn't just dropped a bombshell.
But Meera could feel her heart pounding in her chest, anxiety clawing at her insides.
'Please, God, don't let me be on the list for A.M. Empire' she thought desperately.
The mere idea of stepping into that company sent a shiver down her spine. It wasn't just an interview. It was walking into the lion's den.
She furrowed her brows, trying to reason with herself.
'What am I saying? There are over a hundred students participating in this project. The chances of me getting chosen for A.M. Empire are slim... right? I can't possibly get picked. Relax, Meera.'
She took a deep breath, attempting to calm the panic building inside her.
Her mind raced through the odds, trying to reassure herself. But the unease in her stomach remained, a heavy knot of dread that refused to disappear.
"Relax, Meera." she muttered under her breath, trying to convince herself. But no matter how many times she said it, the fear of being selected for A.M. Empire loomed over her like a dark cloud.
"Let's not talk about him anymore." Jiya said, breaking the tense silence that had settled between them. She glanced at Meera, who was still lost in thought.
"So, how's the new job? You liking it?"
Meera nodded absentmindedly, though her mind was still tangled in the unsettling conversation they'd just had. She tried to shake off the lingering anxiety.
"It's stressful, but fine." she finally replied.
Jiya raised an eyebrow and grinned.
"Stressful? Really? I didn't know putting books back on shelves and organizing them could be so hard!" she teased, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
Meera couldn't help but laugh, the tension in her shoulders easing a bit.
"Well, when you put it like that..." she chuckled. Working at the library was her little side hustle, a way to keep her pocket money flowing.
It wasn't glamorous, but it was peaceful, and she liked the routine of it.
"And how's the restaurant? Still eating your way through all the food, I see?" Meera shot back, her tone playful as she watched her friend's cheeks flush a light shade of pink.
Jiya rolled her eyes, but she was clearly embarrassed.
"Very funny, Meera." she mumbled, though a smile tugged at her lips.
Jiya's love for food was well-known, but what made it even funnier was how it never seemed to affect her figure.
Despite being a self-proclaimed foodie, she stayed slim and fit, much to everyone's bewilderment.
Meera laughed harder at her friend's reaction. "Seriously though, I don't know how you do it. I'd be twice my size if I worked at a restaurant like you do!"
Jiya shrugged with a mischievous grin. "Good metabolism, I guess. Plus, I burn it off running around waiting tables all day."
They both laughed, and for a moment, the dark cloud of their earlier conversation lifted, replaced by the comfort of their lighthearted banter.
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7:15 pm
"Didi!" Veda's face lit up as soon as she saw her sister step through the door.
"Beta! How was work?" their mother called out from the kitchen, carrying a few dishes in her hands. Veda quickly rushed over to help her.
"It was fine, Ma." Meera replied, her eyes scanning the room. "Where's Papa? I don't see him."
"Oh, he called earlier." her mom said, placing the dishes on the dining table with Veda's help. "He'll be home late tonight."
Meera nodded, a bit disappointed, but used to her father's busy schedule.
"Okay." she said, watching her mom head back toward the kitchen.
"Go freshen up, then come down for dinner." her mother instructed over her shoulder, disappearing into the kitchen with Veda at her side.
Meera climbed the stairs and made her way to her room, which she shared with her younger sister. As she walked in, the familiar sense of comfort washed over her, a small reprieve from the stress of the day.
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"...And the meeting was rescheduled as you requested. On Friday, we'll visit the new site. That's all for this week, sir." the young man in rimmed glasses, dressed sharply in a black suit, spoke with a slight tremble in his voice.
He clutched his tablet tightly, carefully reading out the schedule to his boss.
Before him sat a man radiating an intimidating calmness, the kind that could make the air around him feel heavier.
His face was a vision of chiseled perfection, as though carved from marble by a divine hand. His sharp, angular jawline, lightly dusted with stubble, spoke of rugged masculinity, while his piercing grey eyes held secrets buried in depths that no one dared to explore.
This was Arjun Madhav.
Arjun listened in silence, his expression unreadable.
When he stood up, the simple action sent a chill through his assistant's spine. The man was a towering presence, with a physique that looked like it had been sculpted in a gym over countless hours.
Muscles rippled beneath his perfectly tailored suit, a testament to his strength and discipline. But what truly commanded attention wasn't just his physicality-it was the aura of absolute, effortless power that seemed to seep from his very being.
His name alone inspired fear. Arjun Madhav-Mafia leader and one of the most powerful business tycoons in all of Asia. A man who ruled both the corporate world and the underworld with equal dominance.
"Hm... the meeting with Mr. Kumar?" His deep, gravelly voice cut through the room like a blade as he moved closer to the large, floor-to-ceiling window, looking out over the bustling city of Mumbai.
The assistant swallowed hard, nerves tightening his throat. "They canceled, sir, and moved it to next week-"
"Cut the deal." Arjun interrupted, his tone darkening, eyes narrowing as his fist clenched.
"Sir... that's..." The assistant hesitated, sensing the dangerous shift in the atmosphere.
Arjun turned slightly, his expression turning lethal. "It's either you cut the deal or I cut something from you. Which will it be?"
Fear gripped the assistant, his heart pounding in his chest. "I-I'll cut the deal, sir." he stammered.
"Good," Arjun said, his voice cold. "Now get the f*ck out of my office."
Without a second thought, the assistant bolted, practically tripping over his own feet as he rushed out, the door swinging shut behind him.
Almost immediately, a younger man strolled in, a mischievous grin on his face.
"Seriously, can you stop scaring your PA? That guy looked like he was about to shit his pants." the newcomer said, half-laughing.
Arjun didn't even glance at him. "Why are you here, Siddhartha?" he asked, ignoring the comment.
Siddhartha walked over and dropped a file on the desk casually. "I'm here to give you this." he said, sitting down as if he owned the place.
Arjun finally turned from the window, eyeing the file with a raised brow.
"What's that?" he asked, suspicion lacing his tone.
Siddhartha rolled his eyes. "Just take a look." he replied, folding his arms behind his head as he lounged in the chair.
Arjun walked over, picking up the file and flipping through it. His expression soured as he read. "No." he said flatly after a moment.
Siddhartha sighed, not surprised by his brother's response.
"Oh, come on, Bhai! You rejected it last year-why again this time?"
"The girls were clingy and irritating. One even tried to get me to sleep with her." Arjun growled, his voice thick with disgust.
Siddhartha raised his hands defensively. "I get it, I get it. I already contacted the school about it, and they disciplined the ones from last time. This group will be more professional." He quickly added, "And, for the record, it took us days to calm you down last time. We don't want a repeat of that, trust me."
Arjun's temper was infamous. Unlike most, whose anger simmered like a storm cloud before finally breaking, his exploded without warning-sudden and uncontrollable.
When it erupted, there were no half-measures. Controlling it was a constant struggle, but when it broke free, no one could rein it in.
"I'm still not doing it." Arjun muttered through clenched teeth, tossing the file back on the desk.
"Well, you don't have to." Siddhartha said with a sheepish smile. "Papa already approved it."
Arjun's eyes darkened instantly, his fists clenching. The tension in the room thickened as his anger flared.
"Wait, wait!" Siddhartha quickly intervened, holding up his hands in surrender. "Before you blow up the building, hear me out! Papa said you can either take the project or I can."
Arjun's scowl deepened, but Siddhartha pressed on.
"So I took it. I'm just letting you know in case you see a few students around. They'll be reporting to me, not you. Besides, it's only the group leader that will come here to ask a few questions-one person. Then on the last day, the whole team will come for individual interviews. Nothing too crazy."
Arjun's cold, piercing stare lingered on his brother.
"Make sure that group leader stays ten feet away from me. One wrong move, and this time, her corpse will be sent back to the school." he warned, his voice low and dangerous as he turned to leave the office.
Siddhartha exhaled the breath he'd been holding, watching his brother storm out.
"Of all the brothers in heaven, God gave me the one even Satan is afraid of." he muttered under his breath, shaking his head.
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"Still worried about it?" Veda asked casually, lying on her stomach on the bed, her fingers tapping away on her phone.
Meera, seated at the small study desk in the corner, stared blankly at her laptop screen.
She hadn't typed a word in the last ten minutes, her mind clearly somewhere else. Veda noticed the distant look in her sister's eyes, and she knew exactly why.
Meera had been anxious ever since she shared with the family about the potential project that involved Arjun Madhav's company. Despite everyone's reassurances that she wouldn't be chosen, the tension remained.
"Ah... yeah, kind of." Meera sighed, closing her laptop.
"It's not just about me anymore. I'm worried about the other students who might get selected to go there."
Veda glanced at her sympathetically, offering a warm smile.
"You're so sweet, di, but there's nothing you can do about it. Besides, what if it's not as bad as everyone says?"
Meera's eyes widened, her lips parting in disbelief.
"Not as bad? Veda, we're talking about a mafia boss. An actual mafia. There's nothing good about that! They kill innocent people! I still don't understand why the police haven't stepped in yet."
Veda chuckled lightly, shaking her head.
"You sound paranoid, di. And reporting it to the police? Please. Mafias aren't just some street thugs or small-time gangsters. These are real businessmen, with real power. They're not the kind of people who go down easily."
Meera was left speechless, more so by how confidently her younger sister spoke about the mafia world than the content itself.
"And how exactly do you know all of this?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Veda flashed a mischievous grin.
"The internet, duh! Everything's there. I'm not just using my hacking skills to change my school grades, you know."
Meera's eyes widened even further. "Wait... What did you just say-"
"The point is.." Veda interrupted, sitting up on the bed, "just don't pray you end up at his company. That's all."
Meera sighed deeply, shaking her head in frustration.
Veda giggled and hopped off the bed. "You're worrying too much. Relax! You won't get selected. And even if you do, I'll march right up to that old-yet still oddly handsome-dean of yours and kick him in the face!"
Meera couldn't help but laugh, her sister's antics easing some of the tension. But deep down, the feeling of uncertainty still gnawed at her.
What if things didn't go as planned? What if she did get selected?
The sisters spent the next hour chatting about random things, Veda doing her best to keep Meera's mind off her worries.
Slowly but surely, Meera managed to focus on her work, though the knot in her stomach never fully went away.