Unveiled Roots of a Hidden Bigshot
Mr. Sharma avoided her gaze, well aware that her future would be ruined after this revelation. Anuja’s reputation, already tarnished, had been shielded by the Sharma family, allowing her to stand among some affluent families. However, now that the truth was out, it seemed unlikely that anyone would give her any face.
But Mr. Sharma felt an odd detachment. His mother had recently informed him that they no longer needed Anuja and could dispose of her if necessary. A few years ago, troubles had plagued them after the birth of his son, Varun. His mother, a fortune teller, claimed Varun to be a jinx, and they needed someone with strong luck to enter the family to break the curse.
Initially skeptical, Mr. Sharma witnessed a string of misfortunes, leading to significant business losses and the forced sale of properties. He even sent his wife and son to his hometown. When his mother identified Anuja as the solution, he reluctantly agreed. Coincidentally, his business prospered again. He gained back all his losses, and profits soared.
Aware that his mother practised superstitions and had involved Anuja in some luck-enhancing rituals, Mr. Sharma now believed the procedure was complete, and they no longer needed her. Anuja, despite the years she spent with the Sharma family, was not their biological daughter, and Mr. Sharma felt no attachment towards her. Today presented a perfect opportunity to announce Anuja’s origin, rid himself of her, and portray himself as a philanthropist in the process.
Mrs. Sharma gloated inwardly, but she masked her thoughts and said, “Anuja, your dad is right. We really spoiled you so much that led you astray, and today you’ve become like this. But now we truly want you to change and live a better life, that’s why we…”
Anuja hastily interrupted them, “That’s why you all thought that after cutting ties with me, I will feel helpless and insecure, and then I’ll have to change my attitude and become a good girl. Isn’t it?”
Mrs. Sharma felt a shock; she had been about to express the same sentiment. Anuja’s words hinted at something more, leaving her puzzled. Nonetheless, she nodded.
Anuja smiled and turned to the Ahuja family, “Now that you know I am not related to the Sharma family, you won’t stop your business deal with him, will you?”
Mr. Ahuja didn’t reply to her but stated, “You don’t have to think about it. What you need to know is that I have already called the police. You will soon be arrested. Now you will know the consequences of offending my family.”
The expected reaction was fear. Anuja was just a teenager, and her parents had just announced that she was not biologically related to them and would no longer be shielded. The Ahuja family was about to involve the police. How could a teenager not be afraid? Yet, contrary to their expectations, Anuja smiled and addressed Mr. and Mrs. Ahuja, “You also want me to go with the police to face my punishment?”
“Anuja, we just…”
Mr. Sharma stuttered neither agreeing nor denying, but everyone present understood. No one in this birthday banquet was a fool. They were all businessmen who knew the consequences of offending the Ahuja family. Offending them for an adoptive daughter? No way.
Anuja smiled and declared, “Then I am also waiting for the police.”
Her unexpected calmness added another layer of complexity to the unfolding drama. They all thought that Anuja had gone mad. Once the police arrived, she would be arrested, and no one would save her.
Meanwhile, Vikrant was still gloating, contemplating what he would do with Anuja next. However, as he reflected, regret began to creep in. He should not have touched Tanuja in a moment of carelessness. He should have been more cautious.
He couldn’t help but compare the two sisters. Anuja, with her extremely fair complexion, wavy black hair, dark black eyes, and valiant features, appeared even more striking than Tanuja. She was like a wild fox, untamed and unpredictable.
Vikrant had encountered many beauties in his life—some sweet and simple, some delicate and cute, some elegant, and some wild and naughty. But Anuja was different. She was wild and untamed, valiant and ferocious, her aura exuding strength.
Now, he pondered what he could do with Anuja to bring her under control and make her aware of her position after crushing her arrogance.
Soon, the police arrived, and a smile crept across Mr. Ahuja’s face as he spoke with disdain, “Anuja, now I will let you know the consequences of offending me.”
He anticipated fear from Anuja, perhaps an apology or a plea for forgiveness. Mr. Ahuja had decided that even if Anuja begged for forgiveness, he would not grant it. He intended to make her realize that there were some individuals who couldn’t be trifled with. However, to his surprise, Anuja responded with an arrogant laugh.
Why did Anuja laugh? Would she be arrested? And how would she prove her innocence and save herself from the impending consequences? To find out, keep reading “Unveiled Roots of a Hidden Bigshot” on Novel Breeze.
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