Obsessive love disorder

09:00 AM, 04th August, M City

The sultry day cooled slightly beneath the salt tanged sea air. Rudra opened the glass door with bloodshot eyes, and the cool breeze off his private beach beckoned him for a swim. He stood in front of the rising waves, "savoring the stunning view of the downtown skyline."

While Rudra was mesmerized by the beauty of nature, he drifted when he and his mother were running, and the high tide drenched them. A slight chuckle appeared on his lips.

"Mamma... Don't go." He yelled his heart out, but she disappeared in front of his eyes. His inability to stop her haunted him. The vulnerability was driving him nuts while his fists became clenched instinctively.

Meanwhile, Maahir came rushing to the mansion and toppled his files in haste. With the sound, Rudra snapped to reality. Eyeing his actions, Rudra inwardly felt a bad vibe. With furrowed brows, his thoughts fleeted to the unfavorable events created by Diana and Ashley.

"This duo was making me feel helpless by getting on my nerves." Rudra resented their every attempt, which stung only fueling the fire that burned inside of him. His sharp jawline rooted while anger seethed through his veins.

By the time Maahir stood in front of him with an unsteady breath, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, Rudra was squelching it down and overcompensating by being back to his distant look.

Fiddled with his fingers while averting his gaze, Maahir stuttered, "Boss, all our tender quotes related to major projects... were... leaked."

Hearing that, rage churned inside of him, and the serene look faded, his expression becoming inhuman. Maahir's face turned pale. With a gulp, he stepped back, and stammered, "The shareholders are... sus... suspecting your presence... behind it."

In an instant, the stifled fury overwhelmed Rudra. He became menacing, turning into a ferocious lion searching out its prey.

Rudra was developing mechanisms to cover the losses, while his competitor's attack advanced and gained vigor. Diana and Ashley were striving to jeopardize his influence and wanted to snatch his authority. He's not the one to give up a fight.

Rudra smirked as he slid into his Bentley Continental GT, thinking, "now the game is more exciting." Maahir roared the accelerator, but traffic looked awful, and the powerful engine did no good, becoming stuck along with the rest.

...

The investors and board of directors waited in the conference room, tapping their feet with impatience evident on their faces. The room was in chaos. The members were losing patience with the enormous financial losses, and the internal battle's in the company.

Meanwhile, a tall, sleekly muscled man dressed in a meticulously crafted white shirt and an inky black William Westmacott bespoke suit strode in. He was handsome in the cold way of a marble statue, and his hands tucked nonchalantly into his trouser pockets.

In an Instant, the atmosphere quieted. Every member in the hall greeted Rudra with the utmost respect. Rudra gave them a nod and settled himself into the President's chair. With his obsidian brown eyes, his powerful gaze emanated an intimidating aura while scrutinizing them.

"How did you plan to get away with this scene?" The board of directors questioned him.

"We'll not listen to you anymore, Rudra. The situation is out of control, and our stock prices are dropping. Either you back off, or you find a way to clean up this mess. If that's not going to happen, then we can't allow you to be the President." Nishanth Chandra provoked him. With his pushing, other members had begun to question his abilities.

"I'm a major shareholder with 60% shares. You're threatening to push me aside? It's my empire!" Rudra scoffed. "I built this with my bare hands, with my blood and sweat. No one will ruin it." Rudra stood up from the chair with hands crossed over his chest.

A domineering glare from him sent shivers down their spine. The temperature dropped, giving people chills despite the summer heat. With a single instruction from him, their entire family could be ruined. He carries that influence and is the ultimate monarch!!!

"But Rudra, The information got leaked from your mail. How do you prove your innocence?" Nishant objected in a sharp tone. Hearing the allegation, a sly scowl danced across Rudra's face.

"Do you think we'll believe your....." Maahir interrupted Nishant saying, "You dare to suspect him? He's Ishaan Rudra Chauhan, President of Chauhan Group of Companies and is the youngest person ranked under the top 100 billionaires in the world by Forbes."

"So...?" Nishant gave a questioning look by knitting his brows together without realizing his limits.

Maahir ridiculed his guts with a scornful smile, "With his vision, abilities, and skills, he took the Chauhan Group of Companies from its lowest point to the peak within eight years. He's not a lenient man, and you're in no position to question him." Maahir warned.

"He'll have whatever he wants. If anyone threatens his power and authority, he'll crush them without a second thought." A gray-haired shareholder mumbled.

"Yes, Yes, No one should disrespect him, and he won't accept no for an answer." The shareholders debated among themselves quietly while Rudra left. They heaved after seeing his disappearing silhouette.

...

Inside his sophisticated cabin, painted in a light shade of gray, which was well-designed with impeccable interiors. An in-built closet with a bedroom on one side, a sofa on the other side enveloped in glasses, a television at the center in the spacious room, and piles of files settled in the racks.

Rudra sat in the chair with a puckered forehead while Maahir and Tamaz were exchanging questioning glares. "I can't confine it any further. Diana and Ashley need to learn their lesson." Rudra asserted sternly when his hands slammed on the glossy wooden table. They snapped back with widened eyes.

"Watch Diana Industry. I want them to bleed money, poach their major team to our side." He directed Maahir and Tamaz.

"It won't be simple. They've been loyal to Diana Industries for years." Tamaz objected uncertainly.