'To kill the Devil within..' A Sajan FF Chap4 Pg19 - Page 6

Kiara Rayne - She' s Samrat' s girlfriend and loves Samrat a lot. They both are engaged to each other and are head over heels in love with each other. She is a very a bubbly, outgoing girl who can do anything for her childhood love - Samrat. For now, Samrat and Kiara live in the same flat as Samrat' s father warned Samrat to enter the ' Shergill Mansion '.

Ralph Nehwal - He' s Kiara' s friend and Samrat childhood buddy. Samrat had shared his every secret with him. He is the other player in this whole game. He only forced Samrat Shergill to MARRY Gunjan Bhushan and DIVORCE Mrs. Gunjan Bhushan Shergill.

P.S. - Ralph is Mr. Arvind Nehwal' s son. You' ll know about Mr. Nehwal If you' ll read the ' Introduction part '......!!

Samrat' s POV

' One Vodka Please. Make it fast.'

' Heyy baby, what happened !!? You look tense !?' Kiara spoke, cupping my face lovingly.

' Nothing big. Just some business work sweet heart.' I spoke, gulping another glass of Vodka.

' Heyy Samrat, don't beat over the bush. Just tell, you' ll feel better.' She exclaimed, in a strong yankee accent.

' I' ve told you Kiara, it' s not a big deal. Can' t you just shut your mouth !? Damn It ? ' I screamed at Kiara.

' Fine Samrat. If you say it' s not a big deal then it would not be. But why the hell are you screaming ?' She said in tears flowing down her cheeks.

' Kiara, I am sorry.' I apologised, as I held her hand to stop her from going. God, what the hell have I done !!?

' Don' t touch me you Despo....! Don't you ever talk to me you moron.' She screamed at the top of her voice. Dude this time, there' s no chance of your survival. Everyone around stared us in bewilderment. Just then, Ralph came to Rescue.

' Kiara, see I am sorry sweet heart.' Words came out of my mouth in order to pacify her a little but in vain. She took a couple to steps towards the pub' s exit in order to leave but a frown came to existence as I held her hand.

' Just leave my hand Samrat.' I left her hand, afraid of her high tone. Good god, Samrat Shergill you' re so in trouble.

' Kiara......' I pleaded again but to my bad luck she had left the pub. Arghh.....!! My cruel Fate, why the doesn' t it show some mercy on me.

' What happened !!?' Ralph came, piercing the crowd.

' What the **** is going on !?' I shrieked, my fingers forming into a fist. Just get a hold on your temper Dude?! Just hold it for now.

' Ummm.....Fight with her ?' Ralph continued making a guess. Now what should I tell him ?

' Kind Of.' I gave a small reply. My head was spinning, it felt like??..like someone was hammering over my head. God, just kill me. I just feel like hitting it out. First, Dad has a ****** Official Will?!! And then, I took a fight with Kiara. What in the world is going in my damn life !!?

' Heyy, just tell me. What happened......maybe I could sought it off !?' Ralph spoke, a hint of hopes in his sea-blue eyes. Let's give it a try.

' Your Dad, my biggest problem. ..!?' I exclaimed, raising my eyebrows.

' Yeah that old pyshco ? What have dad done now ?' Ralph spoke, his voice disgusted. No doubt, Ralph was that old pyscho' s son but Ralph only had hatred for his damn morals and ' I am proud Indian' theories??!! And I do agree, my father and Mr. Nehwal were typical Sanskaari Indian men......!

' Dad had an Official will, which now, your father has.' I spoke, gulping one more glass of 'Vodka'. It was the worst time in my life and my first fight with Kiara since childhood.

' Whatt...... Your Dad had an will ? Whow dude?!' Ralph spoke, his eyes popped out. Same to Same expression tha mera when I got the news.

' Yeah, Dad had an Official will which said that I had to marry an INDIAN girl within six months after his expiry date. And guess what he had chosen some ****** Gunjan for me to get marry.' I announced, with a disappointed look on my face.

' Whatt?......? Had your father lost it ? ' Ralph exclaimed, his eyes now in his hands.

' Yes, my father had lost it, the day he realized he' s a rich Indian living in America ? Dude, I want to marry Kiara and spend my life with her. But Dad' s continuous useless Indian Marriage ****.....!!' I spoke, my temper slowly coming out.

' Your dad also threatened me that If I didn' t married an Indian girl then I wouldn't get a single penny from Dad' s share of Property !!? What in world should I do ?' I continued speaking, but stopped abruptly as I glanced at Ralph in a deep thought.

' Oye, Main yaha Bakwass nahin kar raha hoon !?' I screamed at him as hecame out of his chain of thoughts.

' Samrat, I think you should marry that Indian Girl.' Ralph replied to my shock.

' Have you also lost you brains !!?' I spoke, in a surprised shock.

' Fine, then don' t marry her. Well, If don' t marry an Indian girl within four months as two months have passed to your Dad' s death and marry Kiara then your' s dad share of money will merge into Mr. Nehwal's share of money, which will ultimately come to me?.!' Ralph spoke grinning. I glared him angrily. He' ll surely receive a punch from me....!

' Dude, that was a joke.' Ralph spoke, his voice shaky with the death glare I gave him.

' Yeah !! Afterall my life have become a mere joke for everyone.' I spoke, sadly.

' Dude, I have a solution.' Ralph spoke again, excitedly. I' ll literary kill Ralph, If it was his another joke.

' Then what are you waiting for - Speak up.' I replied, as a ray of hope of my survival hit me.

' Why don' t you marry that girl and DIVORCE her ? How' s the idea' Ralph replied, to addition to my increasing irritation.

' It' s an absolute nonsense. Man, she is a Typical Indian. And with any luck she' ll never DIVORCE me. As far as I know, She' ll surely have that so called Sanskars.' I spoke to my own damn discontent.

' Good God, these Sanskaars. Money make everyone dance. Just offer her heftysome money to divorce you.' Ralph defended his idea.

' And If she didn' t agreed, then.......' I exclaimed again, questioning Ralph' s idea.

' Then, blackmail her emotionally and make her DIVORCE you........' Ralph spoke, smirking as he gulped a glass of Vodka.

' Not a bad Idea. It' s better than sitting idol here and drinking. Well, I think I should meet that Indian ****.' I spoke, grinning. Indeed, "Emotional Blackmail " is a good weapon.

' Samrat, don' t forget about Kiara and go and apologise to her for your Rude Behaviour.' Ralph warned me.