Fatal Storm (Tashan of Mr. Beast & Ms. Fake)

What is the definition of a beast for you? A blood-sucking monster or a predator who might just rob you of your life without giving any warning.

What is a fake person for you? Someone carrying a pretence to conceit their real agendas. Meet the Beast, Shaurya Singhal, the successful entrepreneur of India ruling over the Singhal Corporate Towers inclusive of various resorts, pharmaceutical units, and education centres.

Driven by only one aim in life to make money, the thirty-two-year-old business tycoon is hated by the male population for his devilish schemes in the business world. Contrary, the females are a puppet to his gorgeous dark eyes that pull them towards him in a way in which they wouldn't mind being burnt by him purposely.

Now meet the Fake, the ever so gorgeous and elegant Saniya Gupta. The twenty-two-year-old beauty who values relationships more than life itself aspires to make it big in the business world. Challenging her own cruel destiny, she decides to walk on the rough path that starts to unravel the buried secrets. The secrets related to the beast that can turn her world upside down, because the wise men said- Behind every ruthless man, there is a reason hidden that makes them the way they are.

Join me in this journey of hate, passion, and mystery of two lonely souls who hide behind their callous facades but will their larger-than-life egos ever allow them to discover the most beautiful emotion of the world?

"Put me down, you scoundrel! Monster leave me alone or else I will scream!" Saniya yelled hitting him on his back. Shaurya carried her effortlessly on his shoulders and took long strides towards his bedroom.

Once inside his king size room, he threw her on the bed with a smirk plastered on his face and started unbuttoning his shirt making her eyes go wide in shock.

"What are you doing?" She asked, stuttering; he continued to undo his buttons, making her gulp in fear. She stared at him in bewilderment, not understanding his scandalous activity.

"You dared to defy me, and then you have some nerve calling me an animal, so now see for yourself what type of animal I am." He replied in his rough voice which sent shivers down her spine.

He took steps towards the bed and she kept moving backwards with her head moving from right to left and vice versa. She planned to jump out of the bed but before she could succeed he grabbed her ankles and hovered above her.

"Now I will show you what Shaurya Singhal is capable of Ms Gupta," he said in a hoarse voice. A horrified look crossed her face as she stared at him unmoving. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye as he held her hands above her head; she struggled to stay still.

"Stop struggling!" He ordered angrily. Unaware at whom his anger was directed, he tightened his hold on her wrist.

"I did it for your mother. Why can't you see it?" She asked with disbelief. Something in her told her that he won't do anything wrong with her. He wasn't that heartless to hurt a girl's dignity but the way he was enraged, she wasn't sure of what to think of him.

His alcohol smell burned her nostrils which made it clear to her that he wasn't in his right state of mind to understand his actions.

"And I told you to not interfere in my life ever. I brought you here for only one reason, which you clearly don't remember now, so let me remind you tonight in every way I can so that next time you won't dare to mess with me," he replied piercing his gaze in her.

"Do whatever you want, you Beast. I'm not scared of you; do you get that?" She yelled, and he pressed his body more to her.

"Yes, I am a beast and now this beast will teach you to stay out of his path or else he will burn you down along with him." He admitted harshly.

He entwined his fingers with her completely trapping her in between him and the bed. Her heart pounded at the possibility of what was running in his mind and what he might do next until she felt his cold lips on her neck and her body froze under his touch.

He peppered open mouthed kisses on her neck; her body moved beneath him still fighting the feelings he created in her system. She despised him, yet a tiny part in her had faith in him to stop before he could cross the line.

"Shaurya," she moaned softly with closed eyes. He stopped as her voice registered in his brains, and as he raised his head to peek a look at her, he witnessed tears escaping her eyes.

Instantaneously, he pulled back and ordered, "Get out of my room!"

Shocked, Saniya snapped her eyes open as he was now wearing his shirt. She sat up straight, and he yelled again angrily making her flinch.

"I said get out of here, don't you understand?"

Seeing her unmoving, he grabbed her wrist, and pulled her out of his bed. She staggered at her feet as he dragged her to the exit mercilessly.

"What the hell is your problem? Stop dragging me like you own me." She spat coldly getting rid of his hold on her wrist.

"Get the hell out of here and don't you dare show me your face until I order you to. You Slut!" He snapped in the heat of the moment, not caring for the endearment he ended up using.

The moment his words entered her ears, her hand raised on its own and... SLAP!

The clock struck 9 in the morning, the sun rays peeked into a known place as there started the most tiring activity in one of the hells of Mumbai. Now, you will wonder that whether it's this Beast's hell, which is appropriate as all demons live in the hell.

But here there is a slightly different case, for when we talk of this intimidating male named Shaurya Singhal. The one who doesn't live in hell but in his maintained Paradise.

The largest and the most magnificent building of the Mumbai city; the Singhal Palace, considered a paradise by all those who have ever laid their eyes upon this exquisite architecture. Designed in the finest way, the palace was spotless white; decorated with the most expensive furniture, it was a sight that one would want to remember forever.

The entire staff ran around arranging the dining table as it was time for their boss to have his breakfast. The silverware clanked against the large dining.

From the butler to the gardeners, all were afraid to even get on his wrong side early in the morning. Punctuality being his one of the traits, he never cared for those who didn't cared for their time. Such was his aura that even a fly wouldn't dare to enter in his nearest proximity.

"What are you all doing? Stop gossiping! It's time for him to come down," the head chef chided his helpers who were discussing some hot topic about their boss.

Though all of them had been working for years, they were still scared to even open their mouth in front of him; even if one of them ever fell sick, they preferred staying quiet instead demanding holidays.

"I don't think he will come down anytime soon. Yesterday, he came late and there was another new girl," one of the helpers replied.

Before the chef could even remind him to not talk about their boss, they all heard the angry voice of the man himself who descended the stairs, dressed in his black business suit. Hairs gelled up; Rolex shining on his wrist and his strong cologne almost spreading around the room, making everyone aware of his presence.

"Out. Now!"

All heads turned in his direction, only to gulp in fear at seeing the murderous looks on his face. He halted in the middle, eyes fixated on the person who dared to even keep a track of his life, let alone discuss it.

"Didn't you hear me? I said out of my house now!" Shaurya's voice roared throughout the place; his nostrils flared in rage as every standing person was shaking at their places.

"Shaurya what's wrong?" His mother Vasundhra Singhal asked stepping out of her room.

Earlier, she was engrossed in her morning prayers when she heard the usual commotion which unfortunately forced her to put a halt at her prayers which were solely for her son. Even today his angry voice scared her; but a mother's heart pained hearing the usual hollowness in his voice.

Ignoring his mother, Shaurya walked up to the helper who stood shivering, beside the chef who had his head bowed and hands tied together till now as a way of respect to his six feet tall employer who didn't liked anyone meeting his eyes.

"Am I paying you to keep tracks of my life or to do your work?" He yelled approaching the scared helper who scooted closer to the chef.

"S...So...Sorry boss," the helper stuttered on his tongue but still managed a weak apology which he knew wasn't appreciated even a bit.

Shaurya eyed the chef menacingly, and inquired, "Is he your helper?"

Afraid to even mouth a yes, the chef nodded to receive another backlash.

"You both are fired now!" Shaurya gritted his teeth eyeing both the men who gaped at him in disbelief.

Vasundhra stood there unmoving; used to his cruel behaviour for years now, she never opened her mouth, although she had wanted to show her displeasure at several occasions. But she was forbidden from doing so.

Forbidden to ever say a word to him.

"Boss, please don't fire us. We will have to beg on the streets. What will our kids eat?" Immediately, both the men begged sitting on their knees.

The moment their words reached his ears, a hard expression crossed his face which didn't go unnoticed by Vasundhra.

He masked it with his cold demeanour again and spat, "This is the first and last time. I'm leaving you both. Next time, if I see anyone of you talking about my life, then they can say goodbye to their jobs forever."

The staff nodded and giving one last glance to his mother who was still staring at him painfully, he walked ahead to the table to take his seat at the master chair.

The entire staff stood there silently as he had his breakfast while the old woman couldn't even swallow a bite seeing the way her son has locked himself in his anger, strong enough that he couldn't feel any emotion of other human being or that was what he tried to show to the world.

But she knew what was eating him up or more like what he wanted to start showing his care for people again.

"If you don't want to eat breakfast from tomorrow just tell the staff to not cook for you. I surely don't like your habit of wasting the food every day." Shaurya's rough voice broke her trance.

She caught his glimpse to see him eating having a plain look on his face. Aware that he was worried for her health in his twisted way, she smiled sadly and chewed the bite of her toast that she had been holding in her mouth for long.

She stole glances at him every now and then as he typed furiously on his tablet phone while sipping his black coffee.

"What do you want to say?" He asked sternly gaining her attention. He raised his head from his gadget to see her surprised face.

"How is your work going?" she inquired normally, not wanting to upset him.

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"Well, until you asked it was fine, now I don't know," he replied furrowing his brows at her. She fought the urge to ask him what she wanted to know. A mother's heart wanted to know if her child was fine internally or not.

She was debating with herself when they were interrupted by a girl's curses.

"Here comes another bitch of my life," Murmuring, Shaurya eyed the woman who was blabbering like a banshee at his house maid. He took in her appearance and remembered bringing her along with him, the other night from the business party he attended. All was fine until he got drunk and got surrounded by his clients invited females who pounced on him like usual.

And that was enough for him to find another bed partner.

"What the hell is going on?" Rising from his chair, he blasted.

The female maid who was in tears looked at him helplessly, afraid that she was going to be fired for no fault committed by her.

"Shaurya baby see what your maid did to my dress? She spilt the tea," the girl complaint childishly as Shaurya came forward. She wrapped her arms around his waist trying to work her seduction again, but she had something else coming her way because she was pushed harshly making her stagger at her feet.

The maid who stood close by held her to only receive another deadly glare from the expensive woman.

"Don't touch me without my permission. Your work is done now so why are you still here? Just get lost from wherever you came." Shaurya lashed making her flinch.

"But...,"

She was cut off by him as he added vindictively, "Get out of my sight, and don't show me your face again. Your money will reach at your place so just leave your address. Understand?"

Shocked as ever to lose her lottery ticket sooner than she thought, she came up with another scheming to lure him. An emotional melodrama! The water works work on anyone now, don't they?

She blinked her eyes several times to form big tears, but it didn't go unnoticed by Shaurya who warned authoritatively, "Now don't start your fake water works in front of me as if you are some civilized girl who hadn't been touched by anyone else other than me. I clearly remember what you were doing in yesterday's party so before I get you thrown out of my place by my security, collect your things and get lost."

The look he gave her was capable to turn her into ashes; without waiting to be insulted more, she started to leave only to freeze in her steps hearing his next words.

"Apologize to my maid now because I don't remember giving anyone right to humiliate my staff in my own house especially when they are not at fault."

She turned around, glared, and replied coldly, "I'm not apologizing to any lowlife."

"Before calling anyone lowlife, see for yourself that you aren't any less, Ms. Whatever You Are," Shaurya stated vehemently.

Then seeing her standing awkwardly, he added, "If you don't want me to reveal your inside details to the media, then apologize."

Evil smile etched on his lips, he tugged his hand in his trouser pocket, and lifting his other one, he trailed his index finger on her bottom lip following to her throat. She shivered in need of his touch.

"Come on Sweetheart, if you do this, maybe I can call you in the future, as last night was really pleasant for us now, wasn't it?" Leaning, he whispered huskily brushing his lips on her earlobes. She melted like everyone who had been a puddle to this wanted pleasurable man.

The dreamy looks she had, made the man smirk, and the smirk went broader, when the woman apologized, "I'm sorry."

The maid gulped and stared at her boss to see him having victorious looks on his face.

"See, was it so difficult to do what I asked? No right." He said calmly crossing his hands over his chest now.

The woman looked in confusion, but his next words made her want to strangle him alive.

"After I use one thing, I never touch it again and you so are not of my taste, Sweetheart. How would I even call you for my benefit."

His tone was malicious as ever while his eyes rolled in the victory of having what he wanted. That included even a small apology from the lusty woman.

Stomping her foot in frustration, the girl walked out while he yelled at her retreating back, "Don't ever forget that Shaurya Singhal gets what Shaurya Singhal wants."

He settled on the sofa replying to his mails as there was still time for him to leave for the Singhal Corporate Towers; his ruling world where he was like a ruthless demon ruling his kingdom.

"For how long you are going to continue all this Shaurya?" Vasundhra asked finally. Bringing home, a new girl every night and disposing them in the morning was his favourite game and he never got bored of it for some reason, but she was certainly tired.

"As long as I live. How does that sound?" came the arrogant reply. Taken aback by his answer, she glared at him, but she knew better than anyone else that he was trying to piss her purposely.

"Can't you find one good girl and get settled in life rather than sleeping around daily with a new one?"

She requested or lashed, she herself wasn't sure, but the second, her point reached his ears, he stood up with a jerk and shouted, "My dear mother, do you need a written stamp note by me, saying that I will never marry? All these relationships are a façade, a simple charade which I hate. Do you understand that?"

She flinched at his tone, but he didn't bother. Giving her one last glare, he walked out in long strides, leaving the woman who was sadly staring at her deceased husband Anish Singhal's frame.

How do I bring him back from his hell?

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Shaurya drove like a mad man with his eyes fixated on the road, but with the scary look that his eyes displayed, it felt as if he was burning the road with just his mere looks. His knuckles turned white due to the force he was using on the steering wheel. Still, that didn't make him lower his speed until he approached his destination, the Singhal Corporate Towers which was the second tallest building of the city.

The car screeched in front of his office, and instantly, the valet opened the door. The guards saluted him as he stepped out, but he ignored them, taking long steps to the elevator cabin.

As soon he stepped on his floor, he was greeted by the chattering noises as if it was a circus room, and he roared, "What the hell is going on?"

People froze at their places; breaths choked, heads bowed, and movements stilled until he snapped at the receptionist again.

"Ms. Singh, do you mind revealing me what was so amusing topic that you have to leave your receptionist desk and join over here?" The slim girl shivered aware that he hated indiscipline when it came to work.

"In my office now."

Ordering he stormed to his cabin to find his best friend and Managing Director of the company, Abhay Mishra checking on the files, sitting in the corner. He ignored the man and settled on his place while Abhay who heard the commotion from inside, gave him a few seconds to cool down.

The friend chuckled seeing the way the recipient of his anger was the poor pen which Shaurya held in such a way that he was sure it would break in two halves or more.

"What?" Irritated, Shaurya asked.

"Don't fire her. They all need time for themselves too," Abhay said walking to his desk, and taking his seat in front of him.

"You don't need to become a lawyer for them but certainly for yourself because I want to know why you are in my cabin?" Shaurya retorted.

"Maybe, because I'm not afraid of certain someone called Mr. Beast by people." Abhay replied smiling sarcastically at him.

"If you were not my well-wisher, then I swear Mr Mishra, I would have thrown you out from my office by now," The best friend didn't mind the unharmed insult because he was used to hearing these kinds of comments lately.

But there was one truth that he knew Shaurya unlike anyone else in the world; which made it an alone reason for him to stick to his side for good or worse.

"And if I was not your best friend for many years I would have punched you straight on your face," Abhay joked, and as he heard the door knock, he immediately dismissed the girl pissing Shaurya.

"You owe me a party for saving your job, Ms Singh." He grinned, and they both heard a happy squeal of the girl who rushed back to her desk relieved.

"Why don't you talk something worth my interest rather than conspiring against me with the staff." Shaurya opened his laptop while Abhay shook his head at his stubborn nature.

"Did you interview the respective candidates for the post of my secretary and manager?" Shaurya inquired engrossed in his work.

"This is the tenth time in two years that you fired your secretary because you forgot the line of personal and professional."

"So? What's the big deal?" He continued to type the mail for the new tender ignoring him.

"Impossible."

Muttering under his breath, Abhay opened the file, and seeing the list, he stated, "I have selected three candidates based on the online test and telephone interview. You're to conduct the final round today.

"Resumes and names?"

Abhay dialled the intercom and ordered his assistant to bring the selected candidates resumes. The assistant hesitant as ever came inside all the while staring at Shaurya who was busy typing.

He was about to leave the room when Shaurya scared him with another unexpected order, "Mr Sharma, I do know that you're not my assistant but still I would appreciate if you would knock on the door even when your boss is here."

"Sorry Boss." The man apologized keeping his head low.

"And tell Ms. Singh, to save some chatting for future also or else it won't take me a minute to cut her chatting machine forever." He added cautiously, and the man hurried out of the room unable to breath even a bit in his presence.

"Stop scaring everyone." Abhay chided annoyed.

"Names?" Abhay kept the resumes on the side, and opening his file, he read the names.

"Namrata Kumar- Already a post graduate in M. Com,"

"Nandini Singh- Pursuing MBA,"

"And Saniya Gupta- Undergraduate."

Shaurya raised his head and from the resumes, he retrieved Saniya's file, and opening the first page, he traced her name with his finger and mumbled her name with a look that Abhay couldn't decipher.

Saniya Gupta!