Aisaa Dekhaa Nahi Khubsoorat Koi, jisme jaise hai Ajanta Kee Moorat Koi

Some stains never wash off, no matter how hard you try

"Bhai, listen! Humein shopping pe jaana hai Bhabhi ke saath aaj!" Avani said excitedly.

I looked up from my laptop, not really interested. "Not today, Avani. You go, I'll tell the driver to drop you."

"Nahi Bhai, please! Aap aajao na, please, please!" she begged, her voice turning into a whine.

I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "Fine, I'll come, but only after my meeting."

"Thank you, Bhai! You're the best!" Avani jumped up and hugged me.

She is my little princess. I had always promised myself that I would protect her from everything—from any problems or troubles that came her way.

I was sitting in my office cabin, doing my work when my phone buzzed. It was Daksh Rundhawa. I have two best friends: Vivaan Shekhawat and Daksh Rundhawa. Both of them are my childhood friends, and I don't consider anyone else a friend. But they're exceptions. Woh mere liye jaan de bhi sakte hain, aur kisi ki jaan le bhi sakte hain.

Vivaan is like my business partner. He runs some businesses of his own too, and Daksh is involved in his family's fashion designing business, which is one of the top in the country— I think it ranks in the top five recently. But there's more to him. He's also into some other... not-so-legal stuff, hidden from the world. Only a few know about it.

"Aur bhai, shaadi kar raha hai!" he laughed.

"Fuck, Vivaan must've told him," I muttered under my breath.

"Yes, unlike you... fucking any girl you meet," I shot back.

"Haan haan, tu to sant aadmi hai na," he replied casually.

"Now, come to the point. Why did you call?" I said, impatient.

"I found him," he said.

"Okay, let's meet at the same spot inform Vivaan too," I said, already feeling the adrenaline rush.

I can't tolerate betrayal in my life. And if anyone tries to do that to me, I show them who the fuck Siddhant Oberoi is.

"Bhai! Where are you? Come fast na! Avani message popped up. I completely forgot we have to go to Daksh's mom, Vinita Aunty's store for Samayra's wedding dress.

I quickly typed back: "Fine, I'm on my way. But we're not spending more than an hour there. Got work to do."

I didn't waste time getting to the car. Samayra and her friends were already standing in front of the house.

As I pulled up, I saw Avani hugging Samayra and calling her "Bhabhi" in that cheerful voice of hers. And for some reason, the word sounded... good. Bhabhi.

Samayra stood there in a yellow suit that looked beautiful on her. The fabric fit her perfectly, with the delicate details catching the light. Her long hair was loose, falling softly around her face, with a few strands framing it, giving her a casual, effortless beauty. She didn't have to try—she just was.

She turned to look at me as I stepped out of the car. Her eyes met mine for a split second, and I quickly shifted my gaze. What the hell am I doing? I couldn't stand there, just looking at her like that. I'd made a rule long ago: Don't get attached. Don't get distracted.

Once Samayra slid into the car, I took the wheel and started driving. Avani, of course, didn't stop talking for a second. She was asking Samayra all sorts of questions about her work, her favorite books, how she spent her weekends. I wasn't really paying attention, though. 

But then I glanced at Samayra, something was... wrong. Her hands were shaking. She kept wiping her forehead like she was sweating. She'd been talking non-stop with Avani earlier, but now? She seemed distant. Why the hell is she acting like this? There was a tension in her that I couldn't ignore, even though I didn't know her well enough to figure out what was going on.

I couldn't let it go. "Are you okay, Miss Samayra?" I asked before I could stop myself.

She nodded quickly, almost too quickly, and I could tell she was lying.

But then, without saying anything else, she said "Mr. Oberoi, if you don't mind, could you please open the windows?"

I didn't think much of it. Sure, I replied, opening the window for her.

I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Maybe it was none of my business, but that quiet, nervous energy she was giving off made me wonder what was really going on with her.

We arrived at Vinita Aunty's store soon after. I stepped out of the car, holding the door open for Samayra. At least I could be a gentleman when it mattered—especially for Avani.

While Avani and Samayra went off to pick the wedding lehenga, I didn't care much about the fabric or the designs. That wasn't my priority today.

I pulled out my phone and began typing furiously to Vikram, demanding every possible detail on the person Daksh had mentioned I already knew him but still —his family, his associates, his background. I needed the information, fast.

But then I heard it.

Bhai, look! Bhabhi is looking gorgeous!

I barely glanced up, but when I did, I saw Samayra standing there in front of me, wearing a red lehenga.

The moment I laid eyes on her, I felt something shift.

Damn. She was stunning. The rich, deep red fabric clung to her curves, the golden threads woven into the fabric shimmering under the store lights. Her hair was done in soft waves, the traditional style enhancing the elegance of the outfit. She looked like something straight out of a fairytale.

I didn't know what happened to me in that moment, but I felt a jolt in my chest. What the hell is this? Maybe I hadn't slept well last night, maybe I was just tired, but that wasn't supposed to be happening.

But I couldn't look away. She looked... perfect.

Avani grabbed my phone and snatched a picture of Samayra before I even had a chance to process what was going on. "She started clicking.

I didn't know what to do with the way I was feeling. It's nothing, I kept telling myself. But deep down, I knew it wasn't that simple.

After we left the store, we stopped by McDonald's. Avani was already hungry and chattering away, asking me if I wanted anything. . I wasn't in the mood "No," I said. I was more focused on the details I needed, still barking orders at Vikram on the phone to dig deeper into his life.

But then my gaze shifted. Samayra was sitting there , eating her fries like a little kid. She was laughing at something Avani said, and the sound made me look at her.

There was something about her—something I couldn't quite put my finger on. It wasn't just her beauty—it was the way she was so... genuine. So unaffected by everything around her.

I couldn't take my eyes off her. And that was the problem.

When we dropped Samayra off, I caught a glimpse of her from my window. Her eyes were locked on me. And for a moment, I could feel the weight of her stare, even though I didn't turn my head.

I could've looked at her, could've said something, but I didn't. So she just turned back to Avani, said goodbye, and sped off.

After dropping Avani at home, I headed straight to the outhouse. Vivaan and Daksh were waiting for me, as expected, their faces hard as stone. This wasn't going to be a casual meeting.

I pulled up to the familiar gates, parked the car, and made my way inside. The air was thick with tension. As I entered, I saw the man lying on the floor—Rajiv, Vivaan's assistant. His body was crumpled, face pale, his eyes wide with fear.

This was the man who had been leaking our plans to our rivals, all for a handful of cash. It wasn't the first time someone had betrayed us, but this one stung more than usual. Rajiv wasn't just some low-level guy. He was trusted. He was supposed to be loyal.

"So, this is the piece of shit who thought he could cross me," I muttered under my breath.

Vivaan stood up and stepped forward, his eyes burning with anger. "I fucking trusted him. He was my right hand. He knew everything... and now he's gone and sold us out."

Daksh, always the silent observer, didn't even flinch. He leaned back on the couch, his gaze fixed on Rajiv, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He enjoyed this part—the justice, the punishment. It was a reminder to everyone: no one could fuck with us and get away with it.

Rajiv tried to speak, but his voice cracked as he begged. "Please, sir... I'm sorry. I... I didn't mean to... I was just desperate... I needed the money. Please, don't..."

I didn't even acknowledge him at first. Instead, I looked over at Vivaan, who was pacing in a tight circle. "You really thought you could leak our plans and get away with it, Rajiv?" I asked, my voice cold, every word laced with venom.

Rajiv's face twisted with fear, his eyes darting around, looking for an escape that didn't exist. But there was nowhere to run. He'd made a choice. And now, he'd pay for it.

I stepped closer, my face just inches from his. "You should've thought about your loyalty before you betrayed me."

He was shaking. I could hear his breath quickening, the panic setting in. "I... I'm sorry. Please... I didn't... I didn't mean for things to go this far."

I stared at him for a long moment before turning to Michael my bodyguard, who was standing by the door, ready with the tools. No more talking. No more begging.

"Get me the tools," I said, my tone clipped.

Michael immediately went to work, pulling a black box.

Rajiv's eyes followed the movements with increasing panic. His breathing quickened, and his body trembled uncontrollably as if the very sight of the tools had shattered any hope he had left. He tried again, his voice desperate, barely a whisper.

"Please... please, sir. I didn't mean it. I was just... I was just desperate. I thought... I thought I had no other choice." His voice cracked, but there was no longer any conviction in his words, only pure fear.

I took a step closer to him, my gaze cold and calculating. "You didn't think, Rajiv. You acted. And now, you'll face the consequences of your actions."

His lips trembled as he began to speak, but I raised my hand, silencing him before he could finish. His words didn't matter anymore. They never would.

I reached down to the box picked out the sharp knife. The blade gleamed in the dim light, and I saw Rajiv's face pale. He knew what was coming, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

I grabbed his right hand—the hand that had been used in the betrayal—and forced it open. Holding him still, I pressed the cold steel against his fingers. His eyes went wide with fear, but he didn't scream, not yet. I cut into the first finger slowly, savoring the look of shock on his face as blood pooled around the wound.

He gasped, his body jerking in pain, but I didn't let go. I moved to the second finger, then the third, taking my time with each cut. Rajiv's breathing quickened, his chest heaving as he struggled to stay conscious through the pain. He kept trying to pull away, but it was no use. I held him in place, my grip tight as I sliced through each finger, one by one.

He whimpered now, the tears streaming down his face, but I didn't care. Each cut was a lesson, a reminder that there were always consequences.

Vivaan stood a few feet away, his arms crossed. He didn't flinch. Didn't show a single emotion. He just watched, cold and silent. He was always like this—no hesitation, no regret. He understood what had to be done.

When I was done with his fingers, I moved in closer. Rajiv's breath was shallow now, his face pale with fear. He was too weak to struggle anymore. His eyes locked onto mine, pleading silently.

Without a word, I pressed the knife against his throat. His body stiffened, and he gasped, but I didn't wait for him to beg. With a single motion, I slit his throat. The blood poured out in thick, hot streams, splashing across the floor and staining my hands.

Rajiv's eyes glazed over, and his body collapsed, lifeless, at my feet.

I didn't look back. Without speaking, "I nodded to Michael, and he let the wild dogs go. They snarled and growled, then attacked Rajiv's dead body.

Vivaan stepped forward, his expression unchanged. "It's done."

I nodded, a small flicker of satisfaction in my chest. The message had been sent. Rajiv's betrayal had been paid for, and there would be no more questions.

I turned away, ignoring the mess, and walked toward the bathroom to take shower.I always did this after... after my sins. 

My phone buzzed. I ignored it at first, too lost in my own thoughts. The second buzz was louder. It was a notification from work—a quick update I didn't care about. I dismissed it with a flick of my thumb. But then, my hand seemed to move on its own, sliding across the screen to a message from Avani.

She'd sent Samayra's pictures to herself- Samayra wearing our wedding lehnga. I didn't want to admit it to myself, but the more I tried to ignore Samayra, the more my mind kept drifting back to her. The way she looked. The way she acted. Something about her was pulling me in, and I didn't know what to do about it.

Maybe it was nothing, or maybe it was everything.

But one thing was for sure—this wasn't over.