There are no prologues to destruction.
No warning signs.
No formal invitations.
You just jump head first into it.
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Chapter 1: Stirred, not Shaken
"Bloody press-titutes. They'll do anything for money."
The look on Shaurya Khanna's face made the servant holding the breakfast tray step take a hasty step back, fearing the businessman-chef-volatile person who was his employer.
Shaurya threw down the offending sheaf of sorry excuses that called itself a newspaper and glared at the servant. "Abhi koi TV program nahi chal raha hai. Kya dekh rahe ho? Tray table pe rakho aur nikal jao. Get lost."
The servant flinched slightly at the roar directed at him, but did as told.
Shaurya watched the middle class person retreat and scowled."All of them are bloody alike. Bas drama aur masala chahiye. Aur iske liye kuch bhi karenge."
It was a fact of social hierarchy, the most natural thing in the world, to climb as high as possible. Stretch yourself as much as time, money and resources allow.
What bothered Shaurya Khanna was the fact that this nobody from nowhere dared to use him as a bloody ladder to reach the fame he had worked so hard for.
He took a sip of the coffee and grimaced immediately at the strange taste.
Spoilt milk!
He scoffed. How utterly poetic.
A spoilt mood with some spoilt milk to match it.
He set the cup down and picked up the apple instead.
The red color was fitting as well, for now all Shaurya Khanna wanted, all that would satisfy his hunger was the proverbial blood of his enemy.
Namely the doe eyed pretender, that simple looking viper of a woman.
"Mehek Sharma. Theek Hai. You want to rule the culinary kingdom? Be my guest." He took a small bite of the fruit. "The higher they rise, the harder they fall. And after that exclusive interview with the press, it will only be my duty to push you down."
He turned the apple around and smirked, picturing in his mind the reaction of the woman who had thought she could pull him down by stirring up some controversies with her well played innocence and denial.
"Sympathy votes collect karna agar tumhari speciality hai. That's going to be win-win for me, I can keep adding to the obstacles on your path. The poor little fighter picture will increase my TRPS. Resource management mujhse better karne ka sapna bhi mat dekna, Mehek Sharma."
He threw the apple core into the trash bin and stood up.
There was a challenge to be planned and an imposter to be shown her place.
And he, Shaurya Khanna, was a master at doing both.
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