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Every step she took echoed like a war drum across the cold corridor. Each strike of her Shoes against the marble floor felt like a warning to the universe: someone was about to die. Her fists were clenched so tight, her nails dug into her palm. The fire coursing through her veins was hotter than lava.
The word anger was too soft—insultingly soft—for what she felt in this moment.
She was pure rage.
Prakriti slammed the door of the conference room open with such force that the sound silenced the entire room. Heads turned. Every student in the meeting froze in fear. Every student… except him.
Aditya stood calmly, his back to the door, mid-presentation. His voice explaining the upcoming school assessments cut off abruptly as the venom of her voice sliced through the air.
"You fraudster!"
He turned sharply—startled, confused—and in the blink of an eye, the devil princess had already charged at him, shoving aside a whiteboard on her way. It clattered to the ground with a loud bang.
"What are you doing he—?"
His words were strangled as Prakriti grabbed his collar with full force and shouted in one breath that left the room gasping:
"Tujhe kya laga? Tu mujhe bewakoof bana ke nikal jaayega?! Tu fraud hai, scammer hai, jhootha, kutta, kamina! Teri himmat kaise hui mujhe ullu banane ki?! Tu samajhta kya hai khud ko, haan?!"
[Translation: What did you think? You'd fool me and get away with it?! You're a fraud, a scammer, a liar, a dog, a bastard! How dare you make a fool out of me?! What do you think you are, huh?!]
The room was dead silent. Some students discreetly covered their ears. Some secretly began recording. A few just watched with dropped jaws.
Aditya stood frozen for a moment, then scoffed.
"What rubbish are you spitting? Scammer? Betrayal? Are you even listening to yourself?" He snapped, pointing at her. "And when did I lie to you? Cheater?! Get your vocabulary straight."
His voice rose with every syllable until the tension snapped like glass. He ignored the stares. She didn't care for them either.
But then…
"How dare you barge into my meeting like this?! Koi manners hai?! Knock karna aata hai ya main sikhaun?!" he barked.
[Translation: Do you even have manners?! Do you know how to knock or should I teach you?!]
Their rage clashed like two thunderstorms in the same sky. She pulled his collar closer—only a breath apart—and stared into his narrowed eyes.
"YOU are the one who's throwing nonsense now! Don't act clueless. The papers in the principal's office said I'm your assistant. How DARE you lie to me?!"
Aditya blinked, realizing she wasn't bluffing. He peeled her fingers off his shirt and fixed his collar with a glare.
"That paper? Why are you crying about it now? It's been half a day! You were supposed to read it before signing. Not my problem if you signed without thinking," he muttered, leaning away, gaze fixed on the wall.
He walked over to his chair and sat, coolly, like her outburst was just a commercial break. Prakriti followed, disbelief and fury clashing in her soul.
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Aditya let out a breath and glanced at the crowd.
"Meeting's over. Leave."
The students scrambled. The last one to leave gave them a fearful glance before shutting the door behind him.
Now alone, Prakriti slammed her palms on the table.
"So you're blaming me now? Don't forget YOU said it would only stop me from doing certain things—not that I'll be doing your things!"
Aditya didn't flinch. "The principal said it, not me."
She froze. Just for a second. Then rage returned—but Aditya had already leaned back in his chair, continuing without letting her speak.
"And honestly, I didn't think you were this easy to fool. Guess I overestimated you when Principal sir pitched me the plan."
He smirked.
Her thoughts swirled. Dadu… knew? Not only knew, but planned it?
Her fury cracked. A new feeling seeped in: vulnerability.
"Cancel this damn... whatever-the-hell-this-is. Right now," she muttered, voice calmer now—but no less dangerous.
Aditya shrugged. "I can't. It's in the contract. You're my assistant until one of us graduates. And neither of us can back out."
He leaned forward, eyes sharp.
"Unless we pay a price."
She snapped out of her thoughts, eyes wide.
"What price?! Just tell me!"
He stretched, hands behind his head, enjoying her desperation.
"You pay two hundred crore rupees. And I drop out of school for 200 days."
There was a beat of silence.
And then—
"DO SAU CRORE?!! KABHI DEKHE BHI HAI UTNE PAISE?! HAI KAUN YE PAGAL JISNE YE AGREEMENT BANAYA HAI—LE CHALO MUJHE USKE PAAS ABHI!!"
[Translation: TWO HUNDRED CRORE?! HAVE YOU EVER EVEN SEEN THAT MUCH MONEY?! WHO'S THE PSYCHO WHO DREW THIS CONTRACT—TAKE ME TO HIM NOW!!]
Aditya blinked. Was she serious? He chuckled under his breath.
She wasn't done.
"Tu Aadimanav hai kya?! Main tujhe jala ke bhakhar bana dungi!!"
[Translation: Are you early human?! I'll burn you into ashes!!]
he said smoothly. "You signed it. The terms are clear."
"Terms?" Prakriti's voice was shaking now. She couldn't hold it in anymore. "You made sure I wouldn't have a choice, didn't you? Either I pay two hundred crore rupees or you leave the school. Both of which are impossible!"
Aditya didn't flinch. He just leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing slightly.
"If you think you can find a way out of this by being angry, you're wrong. You signed the contract. And there's no way around it."
Her fists clenched, and for a moment, she thought about screaming. Throwing something. Maybe even punching him—something, anything to get rid of this rage that was bubbling up inside her.
"So this is it, then?" she asked, voice low but laced with fury. "You're going to trap me here forever because I made one mistake?"
Aditya's gaze flickered—just for a second. But it was enough for her to notice. There was a hint of something in his eyes—guilt? Regret?
"I didn't trap you." His voice was softer now, almost as if he was trying to make her understand. "You're here because you've earned your place."
Prakriti stared at him. He said it with such conviction. But the truth was, she felt nothing like she had earned anything. She was stuck.
"Earned my place?" she repeated, the sarcasm in her voice cutting through the tension. "I didn't earn anything. You used your power, your family's influence, to trap me. And now I'm just supposed to accept it?"
Aditya stood up, walking around the desk slowly. "No. I'm not asking you to accept it. I'm telling you—there's no way out unless you find a way yourself."
He was too calm. Too composed. And it made her angrier than ever.
She wanted to scream. To slap him. To throw the damn desk across the room. But she didn't. She was smarter than that. For once, she would hold her ground. But the truth was—there was nowhere to run.
Aditya saw the frustration on her face. It was so raw—so real—that it was hard to ignore. He'd known this was coming. He knew she wouldn't accept being controlled.
But there was something in her eyes that made him hesitate. Something that made him wonder if, deep down, he'd made a mistake.
But then, he buried the thought. No regrets. There was no room for softness in a world like this.
"Figure it out, Prakriti," he said coldly, his tone final. "There's nothing more I can do."
The tension in the room was suffocating. Prakriti turned and stormed out of the office, heart pounding, her mind spinning with a million ways to escape—but none of them real.
Aditya stood there, staring at the door she slammed shut behind her, feeling something shift in his chest. But he didn't understand it yet.
Late Night – Prakriti's Room
Her textbooks lay open, but her eyes aren't reading. She's staring at the contract, her hand gripping the paper so tightly her knuckles turned white. She had signed it in a rush—thinking it was just a formality. She never thought about the fine print. Never imagined that one stupid moment would tie her to him.
Two million rupees.
Or Aditya Agnihotri leaves the school.
Those were her two choices.
Neither was possible.
Two million rupees? She didn't have that kind of money, and it wasn't like her family was swimming in cash either. She couldn't even ask her father for it. He'd barely spoken to her since the divorce, and her mother… well, her mother would probably spend the money on her adoptive child instead.
And then there was the other option—Aditya leaving the school. It was just as impossible. The contract was ironclad, and his father's influence at the school made it unlikely that he'd leave anytime soon. Besides, Aditya would never choose to walk away from a position of power. Not when he was the king of his little empire here.
She was never the type to cry over things. But tonight, her chest ached. Not because she felt weak—but because she felt trapped.
Two million.
Or he leaves.
Both impossible.
Unless… she found a loophole.
"There's always a backdoor," she murmured, scrolling through contract law forums and legal loophole threads. Her fingers were swift. Her brain wired. She wasn't the topper in class like her younger sister, but she wasn't stupid either.
And if Aditya thought he could corner her, he didn't know what a cornered firecracker could do.
Her plan was simple—find a flaw in the contract. Exploit it. Or…
…get him to walk away willingly.
She'd make his life a living hell. Push him. Break his patience. Out-chaos his control.
And if that didn't work—well, she always had backup plans. She wasn't the Devil Princess for nothing.
TO BE CONTINUED ....