Dusky Moonlight Part II

K.K Corporation, India

"Is this how you work?", the co-owner of the company shouted at the team.

"If you think the company needs an employee like you then you must be dreaming", Her voice was high and her piercing gazes were enough for them to tremble.

"What are you all doing?", the Authoritative voice made them sweat.

"Redo Everything. I'll give you a week to sort this out. You better not disappoint me or else - - - Meeting adjourned" " she finished, stood up from the chair. 

Without blinking an eye, NISHMA NEIL KHANNA left the conference room and returned to her cabin. 

Devil - - Daitya - - Asura . . .

Nishma was aware of all those names that were called behind her back but she didn't care about it. All she needed was to make sure she wouldn't make her father - 'Neil Khanna' and Uncle- 'Arjun Kashyap' down. 

"Madam! Here, the recent report about the market", Her assistant came with another assistant and placed the papers on the table. 

She read the context and a few seconds later, her brows wrinkled in a tight-knit.

*SLAM*

"What's the meaning of this? Does K&K Corporation not excel? then why the hell is this stupid MNO corporation trying to monopolize everything?", Nishma's voice was loud and clear which alarmed them. 

Nishma's two fragile assistants flinched.

"Is this all that old man's work?", Nishma asked grittedly and stared at the two assistants.

"No! Madam, Rumors are that they're planning to change management to enter our market this year?", Nishma's assistant replied to her. 

"How much time do we have?", Nishma organized herself and tried to suppress her anger. 

Her assistant fell silent.

"Speak", Nishma spoke in a cold tone

There was no trace of emotions on her face but the voice contained chillness in every word.

"Answering Madam. We only have 2-3 months left", Her assistant gulped and replied immediately to her.

Her assistant was afraid that anytime soon, she and another assistant, both of them inside this cabin would die in a very devilish way.

Because their Co CEO was none other than the DEVIL's Crown PRINCESS 

Nishma didn't speak but the Coldness in the surrounding area increased.

"So cold, Antartica, Antartica is here", Another assistant mentally cried but lacked tears. 

"I want to go home", Her other assistant wanted to wail and plead for mercy.

Suddenly, a chilled laughter echoed in the cabin. The laughter didn't contain any happiness but malice and death.

"Madam is so scary", Both of Nishma's assistants thought and clenched their hands tightly.

Two assistants were trying their best not to fall because of their shaking legs. How could a 20-year-old college student be so ruthless, emotionless, cold-hearted, and Devil?

They shivered under Nishma's quietness. 

"Contact all the stockholders. Make an appointment for our emergency meeting in three days", Nishma thought and told her assistant.

"Okay, Madam", Both of the assistants immediately nodded and left Antarctica at that moment.

Nishma was thinking of informing Arjun and Neil about the marketing issues but soon her phone rang and she answered the call only to hear the scolded voice of the other person.

"You! Daughter of a Devil", A soft feminine voice came from the other side. 

"What's wrong, Mom? Why did you call me?", Nishma asked her mother, Aashmaan Khanna.

"Why? I need an appointment to call you?", Aashmaan spoke and her voice sounded grumpy.

"Mom! It's not like this. I'm going to college. I've had classes in an hour", Nishma talked to her and tried to hide her tensions.

"Nishu! Can't you stop working in the meantime and focus on your mother who is sick", Aashmaan talked in a soft tone and sounded like a wounded pup.

"Mom! You are not sick. We met in the morning", Nishma lightly growled at her mother's words 'SICK'.

A series of light coughs made Nishma panic.

"Mom! Are you alright?", Nishma asked and Aashmaan on the other side grinned widely.

"My decision is final whether you like it or not, you will marry this year, or else just forget that you have a mother", Aashmaan spoke angrily.

The phone call ended.

All she could hear was the disconnected tone. Nishma sat down on the sofa and didn't know what to do.