"And he has lost all his assets in gambling" Ronit added.
"Let him know the reason behind all this" Aditya ordered.
"Yes sir. We will let him know in his next interview." Ronit reported before leaving the office.
Aditya wanted to torture him slowly and Rihaan's father Abdul khan was the best pawn for him. Rihaan's father was a middle-class man with a stable job. But after the mishap between Rihaan, Kiara, and Aditya, he was unreasonably fired from his job and he couldn't find a new one. Abdul Khan had a habit of drinking, and he was tricked into gambling all his assets by Aditya's men.
Days passed by, Rihaan's family was suffering the hell of poverty. They were bankrupted. Their savings were consummated. Their land and other assets were gone. After knowing the reason behind all the mishap Abdul Khan released all his anger and stress due to the misery on Rihaan. Rihaan was beaten black and blue by his father to the point he fainted.
After desperately trying to meet Aditya for two weeks, Rihaan finally got the chance.
Rihaan was very furious. But he was already the loser. He tried to conceal his anger and apologized bitterly.
Rihaan begged Aditya to let him and his family go and promised to leave the city and never interfere in their lives.
"One week!" Aditya replied with just two words as he looked down on the shameless creature kneeling in front of him.
In a week Rihaan left the city with his family. A few weeks later Abdul khan settled in a relatively rural city in the north and found a job and finally relaxed. Everything went back to normal for them. Except for the fact, they were far far from their home town and relatives. The Kashyaps weren't someone they could afford to offend. they were glad that Aditya went easy on them.
Aditya wondered why he went to such an extent for Kiara. But he reasoned himself by saying that he was offended by Rihaan because he went against his orders.
Time flew by. It was already six months since Kiara started to learn martial arts. She became pretty strong after the training and knew quite a few tricks for self-defense. In these few months, her exams were conducted and the results were announced not long after. Kiara and Vaani were preparing to fly to the USA for their further studies. Before that, with the help of the master of her Martial arts, she convinced her father that she was ready to handle a motorcycle.
Mr. Ratan Parihaar agreed and appointed a teacher to teach her how to ride a motorcycle. In two weeks, Kiara was effortlessly driving the motorcycle like a professional.
Ever since she started her martial arts training she was being trained for shooting too. Kiara's father hired professionals to build the shooting range in the vast premises of Allureville and the professional shooters for his little daughter to learn shooting. As time went by, Kiara got better and better at both Shooting and Martial arts.
Before flying to the USA, Kiara wanted to visit the official shooting range in the city where professional shooters, soldiers, and other rich elites practiced shooting. Now that she was already good at riding a motorcycle she decided to take her motorcycle to the shooting range.
It was a bright Sunday morning. Kiara took a shower and had her breakfast after waking up. she changed from home clothes to an all-black outfit.
Kiara wore a black leather jacket over a black crop top pairing with high waist black leather pants, which complemented her pale skin and perfect curves. She tied her long, wavy, brown hairs in a ponytail and hung her black Messyweekend sunglasses on her black crop top.
She grabbed her keys and helmet before heading out to the parking area full of the expensive limited edition sports cars and sped her new limited edition 1949 E90 AJS Porcupine motorcycle to the shooting range.
When she reached near the shooting range, she saw a handful of people heading in. The group consisted of both men and women in their twenties and seemed to be from elite families. Two more men joined them after parking their own cars. There were five men and four women.
When they discovered Kiara speeding towards the two-wheeler parking lot, everyone was mesmerized by the expensive motorcycle she was riding. She stopped and parked her Porcupine before removing her helmet. As soon as her long wavy hairs were revealed everyone was shocked to see a girl behind the black helmet. Kiara took her messyweekend sunglasses that was hanging on her crop top and put them on as she walked toward the entrance. Everyone was mesmerized by her enchanting beauty as their eyes trailed the figure moving ahead. Women being women were jealous of her beauty and how cool she looked. They soon started badmouthing her as they walked to the shooting range.
The guys in their group soon recognized the motorcycle to be a limited edition worth more than Rs. 50 crores ($7 Million). After watching the guys in their group drooling over the motorcycle and the beautiful girl, they were even more jealous.
"Who knows whom she is sleeping with to get such an expensive motorcycle." One of them spoke up.
"Right? Her face too! It's so fake, must be plastic surgery." another one added.
One of the guys in their group glanced at Kiara's face. One more look and being a surgeon he was 100% sure her face was natural. She was wearing very light makeup except for her reddish-brown lipstick. Even her eyebrows were naturally perfect, neither very thick nor thin.
But he decided to stay silent. Arguing with these ladies was just meaningless.