Their Dark Emotions - FF (Ch1 Pg1)

Chapter I - Dark Personalities

Rage was obvious in her eyes when she saw him getting off of his bike. If only she could kill him, she wouldn't have spared another moment. He turned around and gave her an evil smile. She gritted her teeth and spat few bad words. His face just ticked off her mind. Her eyes were red because of the anger and she tightened her grip on the steering wheel. Her anger rose when he put his hand around a girl's waist. She knew that he did that to provoke her. She couldn't believe that they were best friends once, that she grew up with Ronnie . She started the car and sped up. His eyes widened when he watched her drive. He knew where the car was going to go, he screamed NO' but it was too late. She smirked and drove right over his bike, the bike which was dear to him more than anything else. Nobody ever dared to stand against her.

"Saali ka dimagh kharab hai." She heard him scream, but she just simply flipped him off.

She smirked once again and blasted the music in her car. Her car sped through red lights and nobody dared to stop her. Her car came to halt in front of the familiar brown mansion which her ex-best friend owned. She waited and chuckled when she saw the red jeep in the mirror. She took the gun and started her car. She sped her car through narrow and cracked streets as the red jeep chased her. When both of the vehicles reached the open ground, the jeep chased her all around the ground and after an hour she hit the brakes. She looked in the mirror once and her lips curved up. She took the gun from her purse and got out of her car. She stood right in her place and kept on staring at the fast speed jeep coming towards her. She slowly aimed the gun at the tire. She pulled the trigger and it hit the tire right where she wanted. The vehicle went out of control and finally hit the tree. She sat back in her car and drove near the now-slightly wrecked jeep. She smirked and the two people sitting in it were shocked. That was the thing about her, she would hurt someone, but never dare to kill anyone. That was against her morals.

"Bull's-eye, don't you think?" She said mockingly.

Yes, that was Nandini Ahluwalia's life, messing around with people, destroying things, breaking laws, street fighting and risking her life. There were no limits for her and no one to stop her. Anything that had to do with major law breaking in her town, her name was attached to it. Her phone buzzed and she checked it. It was a text message which brought a dangerous glint in her eyes. A bike race. She smirked.

She reached the modern white mansion. Her car went right through the open iron gates almost hitting them. She parked the car and jumped out of it. When she looked at the cars, she knew her dad was not home. She shook her head and went in. All the maids and butlers were in living room. She chewed her gum as she observed all of them with bored expressions. All of them were looking down and their face color was pale.

"Abhi Chachu kahan hai?" She said as she threw her car keys towards the shelf and it fell right in the decoration cup. They didn't answer and she kept on looking at them. "Mere ko diwaron say bakwas karne ki aadat nahi."

They still didn't answer. She jumped on the expensive couch with her shoes. She took the remote and turned on the TV. She turned her head and none of the maids or butler moved or talked. She became anxious as the minute hand on the clock moved slowly. She screamed as she asked for her Abhi chachu. One of the maids stepped out of the line and hesitantly told her that they didn't know where he had gone. That was when it hit her nerve.

"Thirty minutes and mere ko woh yahan isi living room mai chahia. I don't care what you do to make it happen, but I want him here." She yelled at them and they disappeared right after she said the last word of the sentence.

Thirty minutes passed by and there was no sign of him and the living room was full of broken decoration pieces and a broken TV. Two hours passed by and she was still yelling aggressively. Her eyes were red and her emotions were begging to come out through her tears, but she didn't let them. She swore to never cry years ago and there was no way that she would break loose from her words now. Ten more minutes passed by and the door opened. She looked up and there he was, standing there with his bags. She ran towards him and hugged him tightly. He was surprised by such response. He hugged her back worriedly.

"Kya hua Nanhi?" He patted her head.

"I thought you left me." She said aggressively.

"Nanhi." He protectively hugged her. "You went with your friends for three days and I thought you would come back tonight, that's why I left for the business meeting without telling you. I thought I would be back before you."

She let go of her uncle and nodded. Abhinav Ahluwalia was the only person who could calm her down. Risky and spoiled Nandini had only one fear, fear of losing the people whom she loved. For the people she hated she was the worst human possible on this earth, but for some she was a miracle. She was a ray of hope for the old-age people in her society. She was the reason of smile for the orphanage kids. Nandini either hated people or straight out loved them, there was not in between thing for her. Nandini had her own little world where she was the bad guy and the good guy. She hasn't met anyone of her match yet.

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The bullets missed him by an inch; Arjun smirked as he heard the shooter gasp because there weren't any more bullets left in the gun. Hestepped away from the wall which was his shield and faced the horrified shooter. As he stepped towards the shooter, the shooter fell on his knees, pleading for his life. This was nothing new, many criminals had been in this position and till date no one had been out of jail and in jail their life was worst than what could have been in hell. Even the worst criminal preferred death over facing Arjun Raute. Nobody wanted his wrath and that's why there was peace in his city. Arjun put his gun away and just stared at the pleading man. Arjun didn't understand why people chose to commit crimes, why not other choices? After giving the shooter few punches, kicks and a blow on the head, the shooter fell on the ground and lay there unconsciously. Arjun shook his head in disgust and called the police station so they could take the man with them. When the crime scene was clean and the man was taken away, Arjun returned to his car and cursed all the criminals that existed out there.

Arjun was a man of laws and regulations. He disapproved of anyone who broke a law intentionally. He always thought that there was always another choice. He grew up watching his father fulfill the duty of Army officer and his mother as a university professor. He grew up learning that one should always respect life no matter what. It had always been in his mind that whoever committed crime was a bad person and didn't respect life, himself and others.

Along with that Arjun's personality was cold. He didn't know how to love anyone. He never smiled sincerely ever; the only time that his lips curved up was when he smirked at criminals. For him making friends was harder than catching a criminal. Throughout his student life he had always been reserved and the only reason he became best friends with Rathore easily was because they were neighbors since childhood. His life consisted of three things, giving justice to victims, punishing criminals and following laws. He was allergic to high class people. He believed that they were the roots of all the major wrong doings, granted that he was stereotyping them, but didn't majority of rich kids committed crimes and slipped out of the punishment like it was nothing? He was disgusted by wealth. In his perspective people did anything possible for money and half of those things weren't even legal. He was simple, cold man of rules and regulations. He had been living the cold life peacefully and nobody messed it up yet.