Rohit arrived at a quiet, high-end café in South Delhi. He had looked
up Siya Khanna before coming—she was the daughter of a powerful
industrialist, engaged to Aarav Mehta for business reasons rather than
love.
And now, she had called him.
He spotted her easily. Dressed in a sharp beige blazer and minimal
jewelry, she radiated an effortless confidence that came from years of
privilege. As he sat down, she studied him, as if sizing up a
potential business deal.
"You look exactly how I expected," she said.
"Not sure if that's a compliment," he replied dryly.
She smirked. "You're a common man, Mr. Verma. And that's exactly why I
need you."
Rohit leaned back. "I don't do favors for billionaires."
"You might want to hear me out first," she said, sipping her coffee.
"Aarav was supposed to be engaged to me. It was a business
arrangement, not love. But now, he wants to call it off—because of
your ex."
Rohit clenched his fists under the table. He had suspected this, but
hearing it confirmed made his stomach churn.
Siya continued, "I don't care about Aarav personally. But breaking the
engagement is an insult to my family. I can't let that happen."
Rohit scoffed. "So, what do you expect me to do? Get her back? Because
that's not happening."
She leaned forward. "I want to break them up. If Aarav doesn't have
Ananya, he'll have no choice but to go through with our engagement."
Rohit exhaled sharply. "And why would I help you?"
She smiled slightly. "Because she left you for him. Don't you want to
see her realize that she made a mistake?"
For a brief moment, Rohit felt a flicker of temptation. But then, he
shook his head. "This is pathetic."
Siya's expression darkened. "Excuse me?"
"You're wasting time, emotions, and effort on someone who clearly
doesn't care about you. Have some self-respect."
She looked stunned, as if no one had ever said that to her.
Rohit continued, "You want revenge? Fine. But don't try to 'win' Aarav
back—it's meaningless. Let's do something for ourselves, not for
them."
Siya tilted her head. "And what do you suggest?"
He took a deep breath, then smirked. "Something small. Just enough to
vent frustration and move on."
Siya narrowed her eyes. "Go on."
"First, we break something Ananya loves—her expensive beauty set and
mirror."
Siya raised an eyebrow. "And for Aarav?"
Rohit grinned. "His Porsche 911."
Siya actually chuckled. "That car is his baby."
"Exactly."
She sat back, considering. "And if we get caught?"
"You'll use your money and influence to get me out."
She smirked. "And if I refuse?"
Rohit pulled out his phone and hit record. "Then I'll have proof that
this was your idea too."
Siya's eyes flashed with amusement. "Smart. I like that."
She extended a hand. "Deal?"
Rohit shook it. "Deal."