At Go-Kart indoor race track

Aarvi’s gentle sweet girl look was replaced with a badass tough girl. She hopped on a black kart wearing a full-coverage helmet as her eyes preyed the red kart speeding on the track.

Her black-gloved hands gripped the wheel and her foot slammed the pedal to accelerate the speed. Her speed and drifts were exciting to the watchers who were getting goosebumps. The long-distance between her kart and the red kart covered in just three laps.

The red kart driver was surprised when the black kart was trying to overtake him. He smirked under the helmet and kept his speed high without losing to the black kart.

Aarvi didn’t accept the untold race. She wasn’t there to race him in the first place. Holding the wheel firm she crashed the red kart aside steadying her kart.

That was enough to enrage the other driver but before he could speed, the black kart bumped the red kart harder than before cornering it leaving no space for him to leave.

While Aarvi alighted, that driver too alighted cursing her removing his helmet, “Who the f**k gave you the license to drive?”

His fist raised to punch the driver seething in anger but froze looking at the lady instead of a man he expected. His fury was replaced with carelessness and laziness.

Aarvi removed her helmet, slightly shaking her head to free the rolled-up hair which fell on her waist like a waterfall. Her face was free from any makeup products other than a lip balm on her pink lips which was shimmering under the light.

Aarvi saw the man in front of her. A tall, fair, well-maintained physique. He was more famous than most of the A-list celebrities due to his attractive face, deep-set of eyes, and his demeanor.

Unlike his younger brother, He was a smart and principled man. A perfect kind of boyfriend who pampers his girlfriend slash best friend slash childhood sweetheart heartily.

Aeon Harmon, another precious brother of Leon Harmon. Aeon had everything at his beck and call but he loved to control his own life than by his overbearing brother.

He opened an independent entertainment industry without any support of the Harmon family but his name with ‘Harmon’ was enough to get him the resources he needed. Unfortunately being her prey, his entertainment industry started facing problems after problems and a lot of problems bringing it to the cliff of bankruptcy.

Being stubborn and prideful he didn’t touch a penny from his family.

Her tough vibe caught his attention. Wearing all black, boots, jeans, and top layered with a trendy leather jacket, the only visible skin was her slender neck and petite pretty face.

She was like a light in the darkroom, lightening between the dark rainy clouds, a beacon for the lost ship at night. She was mysterious for him to understand by the look.

Aarvi might be beautiful but Aeon Harmon had seen such real to fake beauties around him for years. He was practically immune to the tricks of the girls trying to get his attention.

Even though this girl’s technique was unique, he wasn’t in a mood to let her off. “You…”

Aarvi was swift than his tongue, she threw her helmet forcefully on him, “When the hell did I agree to your project, President Harmon? Who gave you the guts to use my company name in your favor? Sickening.”

Seeing her disapproving look at him instead of admiration, Aeon rolled his eyes, “Really?” He asked relaxedly.

Aarvi expected he wouldn’t take her seriously.

Aeon continued, “Your way to get my attention is successful. What do you want? A movie to act? Attend the auditions on Thursday.” He tossed her helmet to her and turned around to leave.

Aarvi wasn’t new to know how self-obsessed the Harmons were just because they had wealth and good looks. She aimed at his backhead and threw the helmet without care. ‘Bullseye!’

‘Thump’ Aeon felt the sharp pain travel in his head and his fury exploded instantly, “What the f**k!”

Aarvi smirked indifferently at his scowl and raised her leg to kick his leg.

Aeon’s eyes darkened looking at her move, he raised his leg high to miss it but fell back on the butt in the next movement because Aarvi hit the other leg ankle.

“You…” He said through his teeth but Aarvi slammed her new mobile on his chest, “Check.”

‘Missy, can’t you be gentle? Ugh.’ He didn’t show his pain on his face looking at her.

Looking at her seriousness, he checked her mobile to see the trending news over the internet released by his own company without his knowledge.

‘Amiah Entertainment collaborating with Skylar International.’

Instead of shock, he was surprised. Sitting straight on the racetrack, he took his mobile out to see Amiah’s stock rates are skyrocketing which hadn’t moved for more than three months.

Three and a half years back, Skylar International was a small company on the edge of closedown due to bankruptcy.

Then it was brought by a mysterious person whose hands were gold. Whatever that person touched turned priceless taking the business world by a storm holding Mocon city’s major economy. Even Harmon groups have to think twice to touch them now.

Some are guessing as the President of that company is a mafia from a different country and there are also groundless rumors which nobody is ready to believe.

A phoenix raised from the ashes; A girl used her all the savings, brought life to the company, and raised to the pinnacle.

It is hard to believe because one, people thought a woman is incapable, two, it’s tremendous growth in the last one and half years is hard to accept, three, nobody is successful to track that mysterious president till that date.

“Who are you?” Aeon asked looking at his mobile before raising his head to look at her. His eyelids flickered looking at her blank gaze. Blurry images flashed in his mind but he didn’t get hold of it.

Aarvi snatched her mobile when he stood up, “See you in the court.”

Wearing her shades, she turned to leave. She didn’t want him to identify her so soon. She just started the game, complicating things would ruin her plans. She wanted them to feel the pain, suffer every day, lose good night’s sleep, and daydream about the peaceful life.

Aeon searched his memory but still couldn’t remember. He stopped her, “Have we met before?”

Aarvi clasped her fist tight, clenching her teeth, she roughly shrugged his handoff. Turning around, her warning sounded like a decree, “Don’t you dare touch me.” Pulling a tissue out of her pocket, she rubbed her wrist where his fingers had clasped on her skin.

Aeon furrowed his brows looking at her rub so hard that her fair skin turned bright red. Her actions were as if she was touched by some filthy.

After a dirty glance at Aeon, Aarvi threw the tissue aside and heard again, “We have met before. Haven’t we?”

Aarvi’s eyes darkened under her shades looking at Aeon’s puzzled face.