kiranyashvardhan

[kiranyashvardhan]

weston maddox

If he were being fully honest, he didn’t entirely blame Kiran for her lack of knowledge when navigating this sort of thing or working with crooked people like them. In fact, he’d go as far as to say that her parents were the one to blame for her lack of kills, in his mind it was their job to prepare and train their children they were going to live in their world. They had managed to do fine with the other three, but somehow, they neglected their youngest daughter and that puzzled Weston. While he knew that no one would dare lay a hand on any of the Yashvardhan children, he supposed they believed they could protect Kiran from anything and while he understood if that was their reasoning but he didn’t fully agree with it either. Regardless of whether or not they would not be stepping out into the field, Weston genuinely believed they had a responsibility of preparing all of their children for the worst situations. Perhaps that is what could be attributed to her flightily nature, Kiran was intelligent but there was a great deal of things she still needed to learn in order to survive in their cruel world.

At her words, he nodded, surprised she had placed that sort of trust in him but he supposed at this point Kiran knew he’d protect her regardless. Their dislike and annoyance for the other aside, he’d always had her back when real danger was present and he got the sense she’d do the same for him.  Almost as if it was an unspoken agreement between the two. Still, the dark-haired male wasn’t sure why her words affected him the way they did, it was almost as if he was…relived? Glad perhaps? That the brunette believed she could trust him with her life, which she could but to hear her indirectly confirm such a thing left a strange sensation inside him. However, it was also one he wouldn’t dwell on or concentrate on especially since they had other business to discuss. At her response to his remark of her silence, he stared at her hazel eyes still scrutinizing her and they had not moved from her face since the moment Weston sat down. He hadn’t missed how she didn’t elaborate on her reasons either which only made him more curious as the minutes passed by but he didn’t press any further. “On certain days, now it’s a little strange.” He quipped back drily, only because he knew this was all he’d get out of her but also because he didn’t come here to bicker with her, and neither did she call him for that.

“I don’t entirely believe that but I know how you feel about this, you’re glad I saved you but you wish I didn’t have to at all.” He paused, “Although, you’re right on that, you shouldn’t have to always reply on someone else to save you,” Weston fully agreed with her words, anyone involved in the business that they were, should be able to defend themselves. He was confident enough that if Kiran put her mind to it, she could accomplish this well and he didn’t think she was a completely useless in terms of defending oneself. After all, what she lacked in skill she made up with her stubbornness and her drive. With the right instructions and the right training, she could at least manage the basics and be able to escape from kidnappers or anyone else who wanted to her. Weston waited for her to continue on what she wanted next, and once more he saw her hesitation as he set his mug down, the contents now empty before his gaze moved back to hers. The next words that came out had his brows raising slightly, but there was yet another thoughtful look appearing on his own features as he thought about it. Actually, Weston was somewhat glad she asked him for this request because there was no one better than him to train her and prepare her. What did surprise him was that she was willing to spend more time with him than she needed despite her ire towards him. “I’m glad you’re taking the imitative, so yes, I’ll train you. But I will warn you right now, it won’t be easy and I won’t be lenient on you. You’re going to have work hard.” He held her gazed intently so she would know just how serious he was.

Though she had never voiced ( or perhaps even confronted ) her concern, there had been a part of her that wondered whether or not she would have ever been privy to the underhanded dealings of her family. It had been a mere coincidence that she stumbled upon the knowledge, much to her parents’ dismay in fact. On the one hand she wanted to believe they were waiting for what they might have deemed the right time. Maybe they were waiting to be sure that she was ready for the quote on quote, family secret. Maybe they were waiting for her to grow up so they could bestow the responsibility on her. For everything that happened, Kiran would never claim to understand what went through her parents’ minds. Now less so than ever. Which was why she couldn’t shake the feeling that had she not discovered the truth on her own, there was a good chance it would have never been disclosed. Not by her parents, not by her siblings. They would all have worked together under another pretense and she would have  been nothing more than a figurehead, a pawn being moved around for no reason while the real game happened behind the scenes.  

Thoughts such as these were either a manifestation of her current frustrations with her own failures which she in part attributed to her family’s lack of transparency and preparation or if they were the mere consequence of bitterness that had been festering for a while. Ever since her parents denied her the chance to do what they did, ever since they told her that this was not her place in the family, ever since their otherwise perfect relationship had soured. It could have been a combination of the two but for the time being, Kiran saw herself working completely alone, choosing to rely on no one in her family for support. It was that feeling that actually drove her to seek the help of the very unexpected person that sat before her. For the first time in weeks, the corner of her lips actually curved up in amusement at his disbelief of her words. It was typical of course because their relationship was as such. And she’d be lying if she said deep down maybe a part of her had meant to point out specifically Weston as a person she didn’t want saving her. Because she was reminded of the utter humiliation she felt that night and he certainly wasn’t a person that she wanted to show that to. However it was also so typical that he would take what was meant to be a straightforward comment and twist her words into something else. Amusing because what had been a neutral statement he had interpreted into an insult. "Admitting I’m right? Now I know how strange my silence must have been to you.” 

With the main topic out in the open, she no longer felt the same heaviness on her shoulders or the dryness of her throat. While she would have preferred to not be in this situation at all, she was also willing to put her ego aside for the moment now that they were. “I don’t expect nor do I want you to go easy on me,” she threw back, eyes also not leaving his, reflecting the very same seriousness that his held along with a strong determination that she felt in the moment. An assailant wasn’t about to go easy on her so what use would it be for her if he did? “I asked you specifically because I assumed you wouldn’t.” She was no stranger to hard work, as much as it may have come as a surprise to the man before her. Though there was very little she was passionate about in life, when she did set her mind to something, there was practically nothing that could get in the way of Kiran Yashvardhan. 

[kiranyashvardhan]

Weston: That should be fine, I'll let him know.

Weston: No, and he doesn't care either. He just wants his money. He won't try anything either as I will be there but he shouldn't be a problem either way.

Weston: What are you doing saturday?

Kiran: i'm not worried about a repeat of the last time. i just don't want my name spreading just yet.

Kiran: i may make an appearance at one of the many events the illustrious families of kingston are putting on. why?

[kiranyashvardhan]

@ofwestons

[kiranyashvardhan]

Weston: Let me know when your free, I've secured you a seller and he wants to set up a meeting with you soon.

Weston: He's the real deal, a bit expensive but you'll get what you need from him.

Kiran: friday, 7 PM?

Kiran: price doesn't matter. i knew i was going to have to pay more when i started this

Kiran: does he know who i am?

[kiranyashvardhan]

weston maddox

When his men gave him a full report of what Kiran had been up to, Weston was somewhat surprised at the places she had picked for herself to get drunk. They were such run down bars and dingy, they were places that he’d never imagined someone like Kiran to step foot it. It also didn’t miss him how she’d kept to herself and as far as he could gather from his men’s intel, she hadn’t seen anyone and mostly kept to herself. Perhaps that’s why Weston was so surprised when Kiran reached out to him, he realized she wasn’t in the mood to see anyone so he was the last person he expected Kiran to contact.  If the brunette wasn’t seen in public places she was at her apartment, still Weston thought she handled it better than he expected her to, save for the drinking. The Maddox male wasn’t even aware she had such a high tolerance level for the alcohol but it also did concern him somewhat that she spent those weeks doing some heavy drinking.

Weston let his words sink in and unsurprisingly, she didn’t bat an eyelash, of course if she wanted the gory details he’d give it to her but he could tell his explanation had satisfied her. Knowing very well that Kiran wouldn’t rest easy until the two men were taken care of, permanently. The male could swear he almost saw a flicker of relief pass through her once he confirmed they were no longer a threat and she seemed to relax, if only mildly. The more he sat the more curious he grew as to why she called him out, if she needed to the men had been taken care of, she could have texted him and he would let her know. What had him more puzzled was the way she seemed to be behaving so civilly towards him and it irritated him that he couldn’t exactly tell why that was the case and he usually prided himself in reading her. “You didn’t think I’d let them go, did you?” He asked raising a brow, if only to break her silence because it was unnerving now, he was not used to a quiet and polite Kiran, it was somewhat jarring for him. Kiran answered his question briefly and he nodded, truthfully, he known she would be in time, and the entire time his gaze had no moved from hers. Weston’s earlier suspicion that something seemed to be off about her was now confirmed as he watched her, and while she appeared calm for the most part, there was still a nervous sort of air about her.

Weston then shrugged at her defense, “You can be, it’s just rare for me to witness it. Usually, you have a really hard time shutting up when I’m around.” His words were spoken casually, and they did have the usual bark in them because he was simply stating a fact and for once he wasn’t trying to rile her up or annoy her. Her next words caused him to look over at her, his expression turning a bit more serious than it was seconds ago and he placed his hands on the table in front of him. The words that Kiran had for him were shocking, though his expression remained neutral and indicated that he had been listening, he was genuinely stunned. After Weston had dropped her off that night, and with her haughty mood he didn’t think h’ed ever hear an apology or a thank you. Not that Weston cared for the gratitude or apologies, those two were definitely not in his dictionary and he didn’t think they were in Kiran’s especially for him. The hitman didn’t say anything for the next seconds maybe even a minute as he stared at her thoughtfully, his eyes turning a bit curious now. Dare he say, he wasn’t sure how to respond because this was something he was not used to from Kiran. However, he also knew how hard that must have been for Kiran to admit to him of all people but he respected her to put aside her pride and acknowledge that she hadn’t been as cautious as she needed to be. Still, what was done was done and he saw no need to bring it up or throw it back in her face. He was almost sure, Kiran expected him to hold it over her. However, it was her statement of not wanting to be saved by him that stuck a nerve in him and he wasn’t sure why but it did cause him to shot her a mildly annoyed look before he schooled his features. “You think being saved by me is something sort of tragedy?” It looks like he would asking.

“Thanks for the gratitude and the apology but I was already planning on helping you regardless. I’m looking into legitimate sellers as we speak, I’ll let you know when I manage to secure one. Are there any requirements you have as for your gems go?” He asked, turning the subject to something they both were familiar with. It was then the waitress appeared with his coffee, he paused letting her set it down and waited until she left before turning back to Kiran. “You can let me know later to if you want.” Then lifting his cup to take a few sips of the hot liquid.

From what she knew of him, Kiran was aware that he’d have taken care of the men. For only a moment she worried that he’d let them go or that he’d just send them running. The permanent solution was still something that she’d need a degree of separation from. Which was why she was relieved he had taken the initiative without requiring her to specify. This way, her hands could technically remain clean, along with her conscience. Whether her conscience could really live with the fact that the guilt of blood spilled would lay with him rather than her merely on a technicality, only time would tell. She didn’t bother with morality, but that didn’t mean that she had never had to face immorality to this degree in her life until now.  For the time being, there were already too many concerns in her mind to include this among them. “I knew you wouldn’t. That’s why I didn’t bother to even ask.” There was a level of confidence in him that even she didn’t realize she had until now. Just as she didn’t realize how much she trusted Weston until he showed up to help her that night. 

Throughout her life, Kiran had always had the title of the youngest. The heart of the Yashvardhan family not because she was more thoughtful or considerate but rather because everyone seemed to dote on her. She would ask for something and her father would immediately deliver. Her mother, usually careful with her pampering would still shelter Kiran, allowing her to do whatever she wanted behind her veil of protectiveness. Whether it was because she had a difficult few years after she was born or just because she was the last of their children, her parents always seemed to wait on her, never holding any expectations from her. And for the most part, she had been content with that. Life had rarely given her things that she really was passionate about. When younger, her voice often raised only because it could and because she had never been able to hold her tongue. So while anger was the only quick emotion that she knew, Kiran had never been known to have a drive like any of her other siblings. They all had something they were aspiring towards but the youngest of the bunch just did whatever suited her fancy in the moment. Whether that was shopping, whether that was partying, whether that was attending dance lessons, it didn’t matter. She’d start something, eventually get bored, and move on to the next. Nothing resonated with her or struck a chord. Granted, she was a good student, merely out of boredom than anything. When she went to business school that too was simply under the pretense that one day, she’d have to take some responsibility in the Yashvardhan empire. And because it wasn’t like she had anything else she’d rather do, she complied with her parents’ wishes.

Indifference. That was how she had lived her professional life. So it was no wonder everyone around her continued to see her as a woman who was frivolous and didn’t have deep thought. Even to this day, the childishness in her didn’t dissipate because she never had a reason to rid herself of it. Maybe it was a front, maybe it was who she really was. Kiran didn’t even know at this point where her masks stopped and where she began. When she didn’t know herself, could she blame the world for thinking that she was nothing but a barbie doll? Beautiful but empty. A spoiled heiress with a sharp tongue. Other times she would have lashed out at him immediately when he mentioned her unusual behavior, a mere defense mechanism, but today she didn’t hold it against him. Perhaps she had been introspecting for too long, but when her own family couldn’t see her as anything but a figurehead not worthy of real responsibility, how could she expect outsiders to view her any differently? “I thought you always wanted me to keep my mouth shut,” she countered, choosing not to focus on the reasons for her behavior. Now that the request was already out there, she figured he already understood why she was so thoughtful today. While she figured he was a bit more mature than she usually was around him, it wouldn’t be a lie to say that a part of her had hesitated greatly before making her request. He wasn’t her favorite person and she couldn’t really be sure that he wouldn’t hold it against her if she admitted that she was wrong. The fact that he wasn’t immediately smirking or making some snide comment about her ego was calming enough. The mild annoyance was caught but incomprehensible to her since she hadn’t said anything to insult him this time. On the contrary, she had actually complimented him by asking for his help.

“I don’t like relying on someone else. It’s not you. I wouldn’t want to be saved by anyone else. I want to be able to help myself.” That night, the first person she thought of was her father. She had hoped that she could lean on the Yashvardhan name and the patriarch for support, using his reputation as leverage to escape. After all, no one wanted to cross her family. It hadn’t worked and she had been absolutely helpless. Even when Weston did arrive, her entire body had been stiff and immobile. The fear had quite literally paralyzed her, making her a useless entity, nothing more than a high priced bargaining chip. And there was nothing Kiran hated more than feeling powerless. “I’ll let you know tonight. But, it’s not just about a buyer,” she continued, feeling a bit at ease now that she got the initial confession out of the way. “I want you to teach me to defend myself. I don’t want to be waiting for someone to save me or rely on bodyguards to protect me.” Before he could contest or claim situations like this shouldn’t arise again, she continued. “Even if something like that never happens again, I’d rather be prepared for the worst than hope for the best.”

[kiranyashvardhan]

@ofwestons

[kiranyashvardhan]

weston maddox‌

If Weston being was being honest he had no clue what prompted her for this meeting, as far as he could tell there wasn’t anything pending. Since the deal with Damien went to dust, he knew Kiran had put a pause on her hunt for a seller for now at least, as he was aware this incident wouldn’t deter her for good. Which was why Weston had already begun scouting for a new seller, one who didn’t have plans to kidnap and ransom a rich heiress, and his men already investigating the potential sellers he did manage to find. Still, he didn’t mind her last-minute plan because it gave him the chance to check up on her without making so obvious that’s what he was doing. God knows, she’d throw another fit or throw more snippy comments his way if he even came right out and asked her how she was doing. Still, as he sat there and studied her she seemed to be doing better than he expected but he knew Kiran well enough to know her pride was still important. She wouldn’t spend time dwelling but instead it appeared that she wanted to solider on which is also why he wouldn’t tell her he had his men follow Kiran for her protection.

His eyebrows shot up when she didn’t react to his jab and truth fully he’d done it to get some reaction out of her but when she did speak, her voice lacked the spark it usually had when she responded to him. Within seconds of studying her he realized she was in no mood to do their usual bickering, which was fine with him and he had no doubt it had to do with the events of that meeting. So, he paused letting his words sink in until she asked him of the details of how he’d gotten rid of her culprits. He gave her a curious look, “You want to know every detail?” He paused before continuing, “I already had my men follow the bastards the moment they left that night, they got away for a few hours but we found them. And well, they won’t be a problem as their bodies won’t be found.” Weston told her bluntly, though he hadn’t done it because while his men took care of the two partners, he was off ensuring nothing can be traced back to their disappearance. His gaze hadn’t move from hers and he opened his mouth to ask how she was, despite his best judgement, when the waitress appeared with a smile on her. The Maddox male gave her once glance ordering himself a coffee and waited until she disappeared before turning back to Kiran.

“How are you?” Weston asked, leaning back in his seat his words as casual as they usually were, but his eyes did zone in on her studying her body language. There was something a bit different about her today and what it was he couldn’t quite pin point it, she didn’t have the haughtiness she did the night he rescued her. So, what changed with her between then and now? In fact, she looked like mildly unsure of something and not at all in the mood to fight with him, which for Kiran was strange where he was concerned. “It’s unusual for you to be so quiet, if you there’s something you need to say, say it.”

In the interim between their last meeting and now, Kiran had no idea what he had been doing. Nor did she know that his men had been tailing her. During the weeks, she had gone into absolute isolation. She had cut off all contact with family and friends ( not that he really fell into either category ). Kiran had actively gone to places where no one would recognize her, speaking to absolutely no one that she had any ties to. For the world that she was in, Kiran Yashvardhan had fallen off the grid. Truth be told, it was a miracle she was still in this city because when she faced a shock like the one they had experienced, it was her nature to take off. She’d run to some country where she wouldn’t have to worry about the implications of whatever she was trying to escape. She could pretend that reality was but a distant memory and by the time she returned, whatever it was that she was fleeing, would be but a distant memory. This time her escape tactics hadn’t taken her to Rome or Paris. Instead she had confined herself mostly to rundown dive bars and her own apartment. This was probably the first time she was interacting with someone that ran in the same circles as her. Ironic that the first one she thought to reach out to when she left her self imposed exile was Weston Maddox, a man whom she otherwise would wish to never see. 

She didn’t contest when he asked if she wanted all the details, allowing him to recount to her the happenings of his business. Of course she suspected some details were left out because he had skipped straight to the part where their bodies became untraceable. How he did this, how they were killed, all the gory specifics were left to her imagination. And having seen him in action a few weeks ago, those images could get very vivid if she wanted them to. “Good,” she muttered after a few seconds. It was a relief to know that not only would they not be coming after her any time soon, they also wouldn’t be going and spilling to her parents. If they knew what was good for them, they shouldn’t have attempted anyways since instead of dying at the hands of Weston Maddox, they would have died at the hands of Veer Yashvardhan. This would have been the opportunity to thank him naturally for taking care of that, and apparently too many, of her problems. However the words seemed to be caught in her throat because Kiran was never a woman who thanked someone that she didn’t like. And while her animosity towards him had dulled in recent years, once she made up her mind about someone, it was hard to change that. She had decided that she didn’t like Weston and somehow, admitting that she was grateful or felt indebted to him made her feel inferior. It was a ridiculous notion, she recognized. Chances were slim that he would hold this one thing over her head for the rest of her life and torment her if she said thank you. So while she blamed the waitress for her untimely interruption, Kiran also couldn’t say she’d have been successful even without her entrance.

“I’m fine,” she offered, not giving too many details because one, she didn’t want to share, and two, she doubted he really wanted her to bare her heart out to him. As if she wasn’t already feeling small for having so much trouble apologizing and thanking him, if she went on to tell him all her insecurities, she might as well bury herself in front of him. Cause of death: humiliation. She bit the inside of her cheek distractedly, only stopping the uncharacteristic action when he pointed out that she was also uncharacteristically quiet. “I can’t be pensive?” She asked as though she were offended, though they could both recognize it was but a diversion. Her voice did not contain the usual fire or malice. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. About what happened, about what could have happened...” The preamble wasn’t as extensive or dramatic as usual, but she’d need to speak a bit to build up her courage. “And I’ve concluded.” This was it. The big reveal. “You weren’t wrong,” she finally admitted, bringing her eyes up to him. “I wasn’t careful. In fact I was overconfident and under prepared.” What a day it was for Kiran to be admitting something like this. To Weston of all people! “And I don’t want that to happen again. I don’t want you to have to save me again.” There was no reason for her to have provided all this explanation because the point was a simple one that she made quickly, like ripping off a bandaid. “What I’m trying to say is...I’m sorry, thank you, and I’d like your help.” The last request held determination and it was purely that resolve that kept her seated with her head held high before the male rather than dropped in embarrassment. 

[kiranyashvardhan]

weston maddox‌

Keeping tabs on Kiran had not been a difficult task, since that night Weston had his men follow her incognito mode while he began looking into where Parker had disappeared. Giving his men strict orders to not let Kiran out of their sight whether she was at her home or not and commanded them to keep their distance. The hitman was aware that neither Parker or Damien would dare to come back for Kiran, he was sure Parker had disappeared altogether and Damien wouldn’t be so foolish to risk Weston’s wrath again by making another attempt. However, he had no intention of letting both men off so easily, with Kiran’s safety secured, Weston went off to track them both down. It took a few days but Weston not only tracked down Damien but he also found Parker, and dealt with them both just as swiftly, eliminating the threat completely. Weston had not seen Kiran in the following days or weeks as whatever he needed to know, he received word from his men but he was sure Kiran was still dealing with the aftermath of the events. Sympathy was not something Weston had to offer, and he knew Kiran would never accept it and he wouldn’t be surprised he if found her behaving as if nothing happened. Immediately he snorted to himself as he was made his way to meet with the woman, surprised when she messaged him stating she wanted to see him. The male would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious to see what is it she wanted and as he neared towards the destination his phone buzzed again.

[ Kiran: Two minutes, sit tight.]

As he promised, Weston pulled into the parking lot of the café before and within a few seconds he was already towards the entrance. However, when he didn’t spot her inside he made his way onto the patio of the café, insantly spotting her smaller frame but since her back was to him Kiran hadn’t seen him just yet. Weston took quick strides towards the table before he slid into the seat across from her, his hazel eyes not betraying his curiosity as he waited for her to speak. “I see patience is still not your strong suit.” He remarked, leaning back in his seat and as he did so, he studied her briefly. Now, like him Kiran too had a good poker face and hid what was going on in her mind very well, there were few people Weston couldn’t read and while wasn’t exactly that person, right now she was doing a stellar job of keeping herself composed. “If you called me here to inquire about your culprits, they’ve already been dealt with.”

Her phone buzzed very soon after her message was sent and she was informed that he was close. In the past Kiran had not been the one that showed up early, purposefully waiting a few minutes just so that she could keep him waiting. It was her childishness and her pride. Today, she had put all of that aside because of her request. It was too serious for her to play the same games with him that she would have in the past. She couldn’t say that her pride was any less today than it was weeks ago, but Kiran also understood when she couldn’t afford to be prideful. This was one of those situations, so she was just going to have to swallow her ego and speak to him honestly. For everything he might have thought about her of how she was a spoiled brat, she did have some serious thoughts and did know how to repent. After reflecting for weeks, she knew the way she believed that night had not been the best. With her tea left untouched, her hands gripped the cup and her eyes just traced the condensation that was sliding from the cold glass onto the table. Truth be told, she didn’t even know what she was going to say to him and as such, hadn’t given him many details about what this meeting was for either. Too lost in her own thoughts, she didn’t notice when he showed up and looked up in surprise when he had sat down in front of her. Looking at the time on her phone, he was precise. Two minutes. Nothing more, nothing less. 

The brunette remained silent, allowing him to get his jab in but her arms then crossed, the previous pensive and vulnerable demeanor immediately changing into a guarded one. “I don’t like waiting,” she replied with a level of haughtiness that was honestly just second nature at this point. Kiran had to remind herself she was not here to fight him this time. No matter what he said, she was not to get agitated. Her arms uncrossed and instead, Kiran just let them rest against the sides of the chair. She was here for business and it would be best if they just spoke about that. So while she had intended to ask him about the men that had made an attempt at her a few weeks prior, he beat her to the chase. “How so?” Kiran couldn’t help but press further, curious to know how Weston had handled them. After all, she really didn’t mind whatever happened to them so long as another situation like that wouldn’t arise. To this day she remained a bit jumpy and she hadn’t been able to enter her apartment without all the lights on. It was that very fear and the hatred of said fear that pushed Kiran to even meet with Weston in the first place. Perhaps his disclosure of the fact that Damien and Parker had been dealt with would be the very opening she needed for step one. An apology and a proper expression of gratitude. But before she could say anything, a waitress showed up to ask him for his order. And whatever courage she had mustered died in that moment. 

[kiranyashvardhan]

Kiran had spent a few weeks moping around, drinking herself to oblivion and pointing fingers at everyone that crossed her path. Isolating herself completely from the world she knew, she had taken her hands off the company after a fight with her sister and cut communication with her parents. Some would look at her and say she was behaving like a spoiled brat, throwing the blame around without bothering to look inwards. But her coping mechanism was to run from reality rather than face it head on. If she had to reflect, she’d realize that she was lacking in more ways than one, and she’d have to deal with her shattered self confidence. All those insecurities would crush her spirit and as such, she just kept the fear close to her heart while projecting anger and sarcasm to the world around her. Like this she spent a good deal of her days, thinking about just dropping all her plans and just focusing on what she was good at—getting dressed up and attending social events. That’s what her family thought she was good for and apparently, they hadn’t really thought wrong. Hadn’t she proved that she was nothing but a pretty face with an accompanying ego? But with her resolve and her sheer determination, it was impossible for the youngest Yashvardhan to stay down too long. They may have tried to crush her spirit and she might have accepted defeat for a few weeks but she refused to go down like this. It was her first time entering the market and she had gotten unlucky. She could blame her parents for not yet preparing her for what their world looked like but if she just gave up, then she’d have no one to blame but herself. 

[ text: Maddass ] : Where are you? 

There were no frills to the text, nothing to cushion it like usual. Her resolve was back and she no longer wanted to mope around. There was nothing coming out and maybe it was her desire for revenge but she wanted to find a way to edge Damien and his damn partner out of the world all together. Next time, they would be the ones begging for mercy, but not at the hand’s of Weston Maddox. No she would be the one calling the shots and rather than trembling in fear, she’d be the one who had the cool composure with all the cards in her hand. And in this, there was only one person who could help her. As much as she might have hated to admit it, Kiran’s pride was put aside for a second because this was a more important cause. Teaching those who dared to threaten her a lesson was a far greater cause than bowing before a temporary ally and eternal rival. 

[kiranyashvardhan]

weston maddox

For a split second, Weston thought about taking Kiran back to his own place not only because she was still shaken but because he was also worried they have had her address and could have a trap laying for her when she returned. However, the male was also aware that if he did take her that not only would throw a tantrum but if he somehow managed to get her to stay she’d still run out the moment he fell asleep. With no choice but to take the woman back to her own home, he hoped there no surprise waiting for them and it was also why he demanded to step inside. Though he could see the disdain and annoyance on Kiran’s, he ignored it because he was doing her yet another favor by ensuring her was safe for her to stay for the time being. “Stay here.” Ignoring her question and her puzzled look before he began scanning perimeters of her home. He first checked the living room, then the kitchen, then her backyard before making his way upstairs and checking every single room and he spotted before checking her balcony.

Weston emerged about twenty minutes later, after he completed yet another quick check and only returning to Kiran once he was satisfied that there was nothing out of the ordinary in her apartment. He then walked over to her front door and leveled his gaze with her, ensuring that she made no mistake of his instructions as he spoke. “Do exactly as I say, before you complain, I’m trying to make sure you don’t get killed.” He paused letting that sink in before he continued. “I’ve locked all the windows in your place and the doors. Lock this door when I leave and don’t open it for anyone. If it’s me I will let you know but for tonight stay put and stay inside. I’ll have my men patrolling the area for the rest of the night so you can sleep without worrying. No one is getting in here with them around and they’ll alert me if something comes up. They won’t knock on your door or ask to come inside so, keep it locked. Can you do that?” Letting his gaze bore into hers once more. He waited until she finally gave him and nod and he knew she heard him loud and clear before he disappeared and he waited for her to lock her door and it was then he climbed into his car and made his way home, ready to knock out himself after an exhausting day.

COMPLETE.

[kiranyashvardhan]

weston maddox

The problem was Weston knew she was right, not only had she not been able to anticipate Damien betraying her but neither had Weston. The hitman had done his research thoroughly but he always suspected there was still one piece of the puzzle that was missing and that was Damien’s plan to kidnap and ransom Kiran. It annoyed the Maddox male beyond words could describe that someone like him who’d been in countless dangerous situations could not fathom such an incident would occur. So, when she quipped back at his own abilities, he didn’t say anything but instead his jaw clenched harder as his gaze bore into hers. Hazel eyes still dark with lingering anger and frustration from the entire ordeal which is why if he didn’t drop Kiran home and leave her presence he too would end up snapping at her. For once, it was something Weston didn’t want to do because she was already so shaken, he was heartless but not so far gone. “You don’t leave a guy a lot of choices, even now when after what you’ve been through you don’t listen to others when they’re trying to help you. I’m not your enemy and I just proved it to you.” He said not removing his gaze from hers, she could glare as she liked it did not faze him because Weston was exhausted from the saving he’d done of her. “I’m asking you once more, put your fucking pride aside and do as I say.”

Weston stared her down in return until she looked away and he uncrossed the arms on his chest, gesturing to the passenger seat. Would he have done it? Not really, but he hoped his bluff and her dislike of his hands anywhere near would do the trick and have her step inside willingly. Kiran would never admit it and Weston would not push it but he knew she was shaken, she couldn’t hide that not after knowing him so long. After what seemed like ages, Kiran climbed inside but he didn’t miss the look of fury that flashed across her features and he had no doubt that she probably wanted to murder him right at this moment. Weston then journeyed to the driver’s side and also hopped inside and within seconds the were driving away from the Lion’s Den and towards direction of her home. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Kiran was beyond angry, when he did give her brief glances, he saw her stiff posture and her head facing forward. Her jaw clenched and her arms crossed on her chest in defiance and Weston didn’t speak, instead letting silence fall over the car because he too was in mood to fight with her. The two were absolutely exhausted with what went down tonight whatever he did want to say could wait for another day.

Weston arrived at her home about a good twenty or so minutes after, car pulling up in her drive way and he shut the engine off. Unbuckling his seat belt and without looking at her, he climbed out and opened her door for her, still not uttering a word and waiting for her to climb out. Kiran still appeared to be angry and he knew that would stay but he also realized it was the events of tonight that had her responding in such a manner. She’d been manhandled by Damien’s men and she was sort of being subjected to the same thing by Weston, though they both knew he was being a decent human being by ensuring she got home safely in her shaken state of mind. When Kiran climbed out and began walking in the direction of her home, he followed behind knowing she would protest or tell him to fuck off but there was one thing he needed to make sure before he left for the night. “I’m coming inside, yes I know you want me to leave you alone but there’s one more thing I need to do. So, don’t start again, I’ll be out of your hair in no time.” Waiting for her to unlock her door.

As soon as she was in the car, Kiran kept her entire body positioned away from him. Her body was turned towards the passenger side door, as though she was ready to stage an escape at any moment and her eyes watched the city as they drove by the familiar roads. Her entire body language screamed to not mess with her. Not right now. She was done talking to him and done listening to him analyze everything she had done wrong that night. They both knew if it was up to her, she would be driving herself home. But looking at her hands, the way they was still a slight tremor every so often, she wondered if she would have been able to. Maybe she ought to be grateful that despite her resistance and lack of explicitly stated ( or implicitly indicated ) gratitude, he had insisted on taking her home. It was both the time and not the time for her to be alone. She couldn’t go to anyone in her family at the moment because she was aware each of her siblings would see right through her and ask what happened. It wasn’t like her to just show up unannounced at this hour of night and in the state she was in. They would have very rarely seen her like this. Her parents were out of the question given that her relationship with them was on the rocks to begin with. They would similarly know something happened and with a little digging, they could easily figure out what happened. So perhaps the least threatening companion she could have for the evening was the raven haired male beside her. 

Though her thoughts threatened to shift towards everything that happened, Kiran instead tried to focus on the scenery. Just a few hours before, she had been driving these very streets with anticipation and anxiety. A weird mix of nerves and excitement. Instead she was being driven back with dejection and fear. This was certainly not how she intended to return. Before she knew it, the car was already pulling into her apartment complex in Gold Crest. As he parked, she gathered her belongings, looking up at him as the door was opened. He didn’t seem like the chivalrous type so either he was worried she’d slam his precious door again or he was treating her like a delicate patient who could break down at any moment. The first option was better for her ego and she decided she liked to think Weston was scared of her rather than pitied her. Exiting the vehicle, she was going to just walk off, prideful and tactless as ever his words cut her intentions short. Facing him when he insisted on coming inside, she wasn’t even sure what more he wanted to do. But at this point she knew two things. She was too tired to fight. Him or anyone else. And even if she did have the energy to fight, in the end he would get his way in this matter. So to save them both the trouble of more exchanged words when all she wanted was to be left alone, Kiran silently opened the door, pressing the elevator to take them up to her floor. Once they arrived, she stepped into the suite, still on edge since he was with her. She couldn’t completely let her guard down until he was gone so she turned to face the man. “What do you want?” Because she intended to keep him to his word that he’d be out of her hair in no time. With no lights turned on since she was about to let him do whatever he needed to do, Kiran just stayed close to the door.  

[kiranyashvardhan]

weston maddox

As Weston continued to stare at the brunette, he wondered if his words were registering in her mind at all. He was well aware she was still shaken up with the incident, and yelling at her had not been his proudest moment either but she was a grown woman who take the salt. Though the hitman doubted if she truly was paying attention to anything that was being said because while she stood in silence he could see the wheels turning in her mind. Her eyes staring forward in his direction but at the same time not really either. When he was greeted with only silence, Weston too shut his mouth because what was done was done, more importantly, he was able to get Kiran out safe and sound. The annoyance of her recklessness still lingered but he’d said what he needed to say and he knew very well Kiran was aware of the dangers of her own actions. There was of course also the annoyance of her giving him attitude rather than actually being grateful but then again even if she was, somehow, she’d never express it, at least not to Weston of all people. Truthfully, he did want it nor did he need it.

If Weston was being honest, he couldn’t entirely lay the blame on Kiran either, because up until this incident he had not known just how well her parents had sheltered Kiran. Though he didn’t know her or family very well, he was beginning to sense that Kiran was someone they kept away from their work. He also suspected that they had not given her the sort training that her siblings had received and why, Weston would never know. Though in his mind, her parents had made a grave mistake by not providing Kiran the same sort of guidance. He genuinely could not understand why they believed to keep her in the dark would be the best because he had seen at firsthand how clueless Kiran was when it came to these matters. Weston could also say with confidence that had her parents prepared her, she would not bee to be rescued as she did today. He was also sure, she’d been able to spot a shady figure before she got herself into this sort situation. That was another conversation for another day, the dark-heard male refrained from asking her so at this moment. Wordlessly, ignoring her annoyed look he gave her the phone back because of course Kiran would not follow instructions even if someone was trying to help her.

He rolled his eyes at her words, but not at all surprised at the sass she hurling his way, even as composed as she made herself to be, she was still shaken. Weston was perceptive and slowly but surely, he’d learn to read her enough to know the façade she usually placed. “Given your lack of ability to read people, it couldn’t hurt to factor a lot of scenarios the next time you want to conduct your business.” He quipped back without even sparing her a glance as they arrived to his car, and he loosened his grip just as Kiran slid her arm free from his grasp. Once more, she still demonstrated just how stubborn she was but she didn’t know Weston quite well, one way or another he knew how to get his way. So, the Maddox heir opened the passage door and then turned to her, his eyes a colder as she stared at the brunette. “You still have no idea who you’re dealing with. You can either get inside this car with your free will or I can force you inside of it. I think you know from your knowledge of me and what you just saw back there to know I will get you inside by force.” He told her simply, his words as casual as if he were asking speaking about the weather. “What will it be?” Crossing his arms across his chest and leaned against his car she stared down at her. “Your poker face is failing you right now you’re still in shock so I’m going to make sure you get home in one piece.” He added, with the same arrogance that he always did when he was about to get his way. “Dont argue with me, not now.” 

For whatever it was that he thought, Kiran had known something was awry from the moment she stepped into the room. Her instincts weren’t so dull that she wouldn’t be able to detect something sketchy when she saw it. Damien had an air of confidence and calm that rubbed her the wrong way. Now she knew it was because his gaze from the start had something sinister to it, a composure that no one had when walking into a business meeting. Like a man that had a royal flush in his hand and knew the cards of everyone else at the table, he sat with absolutely no worries and she knew that was a red flag. There had to be some level of concern or anxiety seeing as they were about to do business. She chalked it up to his experience and her novelty in the field. His men were another sign and yet she wrote that off as well as protection, a precaution should she not have been who she said she was. The whole time Kiran was well aware that she was walking herself into a corner, her mind screaming at her to get out because something was not right. But what was it that kept her in the room and kept her moving in the direction Damien was herding her? Desperation. A desperation to make this deal happen so that she could prove to her parents and to herself that she was cut out for his world. Naturally none of this needed to be shared with the man before her but Kiran was well aware that she was not bad at reading people. She was just too careless with her ambition and it almost got her killed. 

“And your stellar abilities were so useful before tonight,” she threw back, though it wasn’t meant so much to start an argument as just a way to have the last word. She was done with the discussion and she was done with standing around in this part of town. What she needed now was to get home and process everything. So long as he was around her though, Kiran would not be able to do that. So long as Weston Maddox was beside her, she would have to continue to put up a mask and pretend like she was okay. Her guard would never be down and right now she just needed to crash and crumble. He had helped her get out of a messy situation and had helped snap her out of her shock. Now it was up to her to deal with the rest of her pesky emotions on her own. Which was why the Yashvardhan’s arms remained crossed even when the door opened for her to get into the car. She was not about to go with him because she was tired of his lecturing and judgmental looks. And she sure as hell did not want to be painted as an incompetent fool only because she hadn’t been able to predict the worst of the worst. His words sounded like a challenge to her which only stroked her competitiveness in a very inopportune time. “Force?” She questioned, brow raising with the way it was said. “Go ahead.” It was that damn confidence that this man wouldn’t hurt her that allowed her to stand her ground so proudly. “Wouldn’t be the first time someone tried to take me by force tonight.” 

Her eyes stayed locked in his, taking him up on his dare and challenging him to make his move. His next words however forced her to look away, a fact she hated. Because he was starting to see through her and she knew that she could keep her entire demeanor solid but her eyes would likely give away that she was indeed still shaken up. Not that it mattered since he already saw through her. Somehow that fact made her want to lash out against him more, as though he were her enemy in the moment. It was mere humiliation that made her so feisty and stubborn, gripping at anything to regain the control she had when she walked into Lion’s Den earlier that night. Nonetheless, Kiran was aware that the longer they stood around, the more he would continue to see past her ‘failing poker face’. So letting out another huff, she gave him a haughty glare before dipping into the passenger seat, slamming the door behind her. She kept her eyes trained out the window the whole time, body language exuding her dissatisfaction with being taken against her will. Though in a much different way than she had almost been taken earlier that night. 

[kiranyashvardhan]

weston maddox‌

Weston knew the fault couldn’t lay entirely on Kiran for not recognizing the full dangers of their world. Unlike her elder sister and the elder Yashvardhan brother, she hadn’t been fully exposed to the sorts of characters her elder siblings had or anyone else in the families have encountered. As far as the Maddox male can tell her only dealings were with the council members all who were allies and not a direct danger to her. He supposed in a way he understood her parents’ desires to shield their youngest daughter because if Weston had it his way he’d have done the same for his younger brother. And while his own father had always instilled in Weston that he’d have to be his brother’s protector, it didn’t mean in his brother didn’t do his job. His younger brother still went and completed jobs as the families demanded and Weston always opted to take the more dangerous ones, leaving the quick and easy ones for his younger. However, he didn’t fully agree with her parents’ methods either, while she had no reason to go out into danger, it was still up to them to teach Kiran how to defend herself or the very least warn her not to trust anyone. If they had warned her or even instilled those warnings in her, they hadn’t been entirely effective either. In his opinion, they had sheltered her far too much then would be safe for the brunette.

Weston didn’t expect her to take his yelling in silence, she was waiting until he was finished before retaliating. He had no doubt that she would. In a way, he’d lashed out mostly to snap her out of her shock since the woman stood in utter silence during the entire ordeal, big brown eyes still staring at Weston but he couldn’t fully decipher the look in the dark pools. Although, he didn’t need to see her fear and shock that she experiencing and he knew that his yelling wasn’t completely justified. While he had no clear idea of what went on in the Yashvardhan home other than what he’d observed thus far, in the end, Kiran really hadn’t known what she was walking into and for once neither had Weston himself. However, the difference was the dark-haired male was trained as a young boy to be prepared for anything and what he found on Damien was enough for him to have every course of action ready. So, when he carried on his tangent, he swore he saw an almost pleading look flash across her face, not fully understand what the look meant. Was she silently asking him to stop his chiding? As quickly as the expression appeared, it disappeared shortly after. Silence fell between them once Weston had said what he needed to say.

As he expected, Kiran broke the silence peering right into his hardened hazel gaze, her words hitting right home because Weston had not predicted this. Nor had he predicted another player was involved, a bigger fish than Damien. That perhaps what disturbed him as well, that even someone as fully prepared as himself had not anticipated Parker. His frustration not only stemmed from Kiran’s own carelessness but on some level his own as well. Like Kiran, he too absolutely hated being wrong and he had been and it was something that continuously nagged at him as well despite the fact that he had managed to save her. His mind still wandered back to the other scenario if he hadn’t gotten to the woman in time, just the mere thought left his gut twisting. Weston took a deep breath, letting his anger slowly dissolve because he had said what he needed to say and more importantly he didn’t want to stand around the empty lot exchanging more words with her. “I’m willing to admit my fault, I hadn’t anticipated the other male nor Damien’s knowledge of your identity. You don’t need to remind me of my lack of knowledge on this nor my failure at not anticipating Damien’s attempt to kidnap you. Quite frankly, I didn’t think he was that foolish to try something like that in broad daylight. I have to hand it to you though, not even a thank you or some show of gratitude for your rescue but how easily you’re able to point out my failures. I can safely say, I’ve never come across a character like yours.” His voice had leveled but there was an edge to it, as his gaze bore into hers before he shook his head and look past her. Taking a few seconds to keep his anger in check before meeting her gaze.

Weston couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling before he continued his glaring. Could this woman not listen to one thing he said? Knowing that politely asking was not going to yield any results, he reached over and plucked it from her easily. After years of knowing the woman, he knew words were useless and learned how to deal with her in his own way. Weston didn’t even bother responding to her question, instead, he texted her driver to leave stating that Kiran would be making a detour to the mall with a friend she met up with. Her driver responded promptly, letting her know she only had to call him and he’d arrive to pick her up. The male didn’t intend to let her return home on her own, mostly because even as arrogant she appeared now, Kiran was still shaken and wouldn’t feel at ease on her own. When he finished, he placed the phone back in her hand and curved his hand around her upper arm, leading her in the direction of his car. His grip firm enough to hold her there, but not enough to hurt her. It was during their walk to his car did he finally speak, “You need to learn how to listen to others. My yelling was uncalled for, but you should have asked me to come along. So why didn’t you? You’ve asked for my help all this time, so why not when it was necessary?” Weston finally asked, schooling his expression as he glanced over at her.

From the moment Kiran learned of her parent’s workings, unlike her twin she hadn’t been repulsed or averse to their way of handling business. In fact, the entire arrangement excited her. It meant that there was a way for her to do what she wanted and that too, on a larger scale. The eldest Yashvardhan already handled a good deal of business and truth be told, Kiran had no interest in anything that her sister handled with the hotels. They were fronts and there was plenty of shady business happening behind closed doors that had to be carefully orchestrated. Jhanvi was more than capable of handling those things. All Kiran had wanted was to work along side her parent’s in one aspect. Like her other siblings, she wanted to be responsible for only a component of the entire Yashvardhan empire. And she knew she was well suited. With the Yashvardhan name and with the home turf advantage, nothing of this range would have happened if her parents had just allowed her to work alongside them. If her father, rather than shunning her away from their illegal dealings, had embraced her offer and taken her under his wing, Kiran was confident she could have thrived. It was that very confidence that pushed her to take matters into her own hands. A decision that was now proving to be hasty and foolish on her part, though instigated by her parents’ lack of trust in her. Maybe they had assessed her ability and decided that she was not meant for this business. Tonight was only proving them right and the woman was far from pleased at being forced to face such a harsh reality.

As Weston threw words back at her, she couldn’t help but be frustrated that he no longer was yelling. If anyone was in her head or could hear her thoughts, they’d think Kiran was the most confusing woman. She complained that he was snapping at her and now she was complaining when he wasn’t. But somehow it was easier to deal with a version of him that was just angry. She was furious at herself and at her inability to control her own emotions. Though she hoped that she was masking it, there was a good chance that her disposition had given away just how scared she had been when Damien and his partner had been taking her. She had been absolutely stuck in place and the fact that Weston no longer was yelling to her meant that not only was he better versed in this world, he also had much better emotion control. A trait she would never have associated with him. Kiran was well aware that he was good at what he did but she always figured her was only brawn. It was her own perception of him, that there was nothing great in the man unlike what everyone else seemed to think. And yet that night he proved to be far more useful than she was. So while he likely didn’t realize just how much everything he did was grating her already sensitive nerves, the frustration she felt was not just at him but rather at how everything he did seemed to reveal her own inferiority.

He pointed out the fact that she was being indignant rather than grateful and Kiran knew deep down he was right. She should have thanked him right off the bat, let him yell at her because he was the one that had risked himself when it wasn’t necessary. After all, no one even knew that the two of them were working together. He had been greatly outnumbered and no one would have held it against him if he chose not to help. Yet, putting his own safety at risk, he had stepped in and for that she had to be grateful. But her biggest sin was her pride. The pesky demon would never allow her to reveal that she owed him something or that she felt indebted to him. No matter how much she did, one would be hard pressed to find her expressing her. Under another circumstance, she would have rather retorted with a ‘I didn’t ask you to help,’ but today she knew that wasn’t called for. That would be pushing the line a bit too much. So instead Kiran just looked away and in that moment, found her phone taken from her. “What the hell,” she complained, reaching for the device to no avail. Who the hell did he think he was? Hands crossed across her chest, she continued to look away from him after the initial protest. After all, she knew that no matter what until he finished what he wanted with it, she wouldn’t be getting it back. Once the phone was back in her hand, she saw that he had told her driver to leave. Always a step ahead of her, before she could contest the latest decision he took for her, he was taking the next. Guiding her along to the car, Kiran did not appreciate being towed around like a child or some patient that needed to be observed. He didn’t have to help and he sure as hell didn’t have to babysit her now. So why was he? It only further fueled her annoyance at the man who had been her savior.  

A heavy sigh escaped her lips before she finally spoke a few sentences, annoyance still coloring her words but her volume returning to normal. “I already told you. It was supposed to be a simple meeting to finalize our deal. I’m sorry I didn’t immediately assume I was going to be kidnapped. I’ll be sure to factor that into everything from now on,” and though it dripped with sarcasm, there was a strong strain of truth in that final statement. Unfortunately Kiran knew she could never go back to being as carefree as she had been before. Ignorance had been her bliss and it had been her undoing. She could no longer go into anything without considering the risks and her invincibility complex was shot. They reached his car and she pulled her hand from his grip. “You can go. I’ll go home myself.” After all, the longer she was in his presence, the greater the chances were that he would discover how shaken up she still was ( if he hadn’t already ). Especially around this man, she wanted to maintain the facade. He had already seen her at her worst and the embarrassment she was hiding in the form of defiance could only go so far. And a small voice told her to stop pushing the man that had helped her away and just tell him she was thankful. But she silenced that voice, instead nodding for him to get into his side of the car and leave. 

[kiranyashvardhan]

weston maddox‌

Weston had not lost Damien’s trail, already having his men keep tabs on him until he had managed to track down the bigger fish and so-called Damien’s partner, Parker Mills. Though he knew Damien had revealed the truth because there was no mistaking the fear in his eyes that the Maddox Heir had placed. Taking a punch or two from Weston was more than enough for his opponent to spill and while Parker’s base was given to him, that didn’t mean that he would the other bastard there. Which is why he would need Damien in case Parker contacted him and that’s where his men came in from. Relaying any information that could lead Weston to Parker and finish him off for good because he knew this would not be a first and last attempt at kidnapping Kiran and now he was also worried about both Yashvardhan daughters’ safety would be jeopardized. The moment he found any lead, he’d finish off both Parker and Damien because Weston could not risk another kidnapping attempt on either woman. Jhanvi could still hold her own but Kiran was still a novice in their world.

The entire time Weston was dealing with Damien and his goons, his eyes still flickered over to Kiran seeing her frozen in shock and fear that he had to have Mark babysit her while he dealt with the conflict. Truth be told, furious didn’t even begin to cover what the dark-haired male was feeling towards the Yashvardhan woman. Even though she had reached out to Weston to investigate Damien and his dealings, he never thought for once she’d set up a meeting with the guy. A man she’d known for a weeks’ tops, nor did she think of asking him to join this meeting and he didn’t even want to think about what have happened if Weston had not followed her. The problem was Kiran was smart, he’d give her that she had a shrewd mind and equally sharp mouth but she also had a tendency to jump ahead of herself. A trait that had nearly resulted in her being kidnapped and held for ransom. He didn’t even want to think what Parker would have tried by the way he’d been touching Kiran with his sleazy hands and he’d seen her look of fear and pure disgust. That was yet another factor that had been thirsty for Parker’s blood.

When Damien and his men managed to leave the Lion Den and Weston made his way over ti Kiran, not a word was uttered from her. Partially because he was aware she was still in shock but there was that air of haughtiness surrounding her. No remorse or even worry about what had almost happened to her, instead she stared at him blank-faced but silently looking as if nothing had happened. As if shortly she had been frozen in bone-chilling fear of being bait for two dangerous men. The Maddox male rubbed his somewhat bloody knuckles, well aware of a cut also on his arm he would fix later. He was about to open his mouth to speak when Mark returned with a wet cloth and he presumed it was for his arm. Cleaning the blood of his cut and then his knuckles before another employee came by and took the fabric from his hands. He then gestured for Mark to leave them alone, wordlessly the blonde glanced between the two and disappeared back inside the restaurant.  

His hazel eyes still glinting in barely contained fury as he finally stood alone with the shorter brunette. There were a lot of ways he could have begun the conversation or rather a good yelling she so clearly needed. The rational part of his mind told him she was still shaken, that maybe this was not the time to have this conversation but his anger won. Kiran was a grown woman and she could take his words with a grain of salt like the adult she claimed to be. “You-” He began but broke off, his chest still heaving from both the beating he gave and somewhat. “You call me arrogant and an egomaniac, but have you taken a good long look at yourself? I’ve never encountered such a massive egotistic or foolishly arrogant person. Fuck’s sake, Kiran, what the hell were you thinking? Oh, wait, you weren’t. It’s one thing you asked me to set this up but did it ever occur to you to ask me if I could come along? Or was your pride getting in the way of that too? Is your pride so fucking precious to you, you had to jump in without ever thinking of what could wrong? You think you know everything about our world but you don’t know shit nor have you encountered men like Damien and Parker. The closest you’ve come to dealing with men like them is me.” His mind practically yelled at Weston to stop right there, he’d already made his point but the anger in his refused to leave. It had nothing to do with that fact that he had risked his own safety but everything to do with the fact that this was Jhanvi’s sister whom he considered an alley and a friend and he didn’t want to think about what he’d have said to the elder Yashvardhan daughter if something happened to her sister. Moreover, while Weston never did and would never admit it to Kiran, he was concerned for her safety, no matter how much she grated on his nerves like no one ever had.

The male let out a deep breath, shaking his head as his hazel hues bore into her coldly, his expression marble hard. The more she stood blankly, the more his frustration and annoyance grew but he had learned to read Kiran better throughout the years. Even in the face of defeat, the woman never showed any sort of weakness on her features, as if she were using that to hide behind her worries and failures. Truth be told, on some level, Weston understood that since all his life it was what his father had taught him, to get back up and keep moving forward. And while he had no doubt Kiran had no such upbringing, the sting of such failures were hard to shake away and you would anything keep it hidden from the rest of the world. Hadn’t he been doing the same since his father was murdered? Not being able to expose his uncle sooner and not protecting his father as he should have, was Weston’s biggest failure in his life and it’s something that haunted him every day.  So, really, what did he expect Kiran to do? Admit her defeat and admit she had jumped in carelessly, and to Weston out of all? He really didn’t think so but still, her silence was now becoming unnerving so it was then he finally schooled his expression. “Give me your phone.” It was not a request. The words were spoken in an authoritatively, daring her to defy him, and then held his hand out for her to place her phone in.

The events of the night would torment her for the days to come. Kiran already knew as much. Never in her life had she even conceived of something happening like what had almost happened that night. By protecting her from everything, her parents had also lulled her into a false sense of security, keeping her ignorant of the dangers that lurked. There was an assigned bodyguard but the importance of his presence was never impressed upon her. How could it be when they didn’t want to tell her anything about the world they were involved in? All she knew was that they saw some danger but for a woman like Kiran, hardheaded and independent, it was difficult to trust anyone’s perceptions but her own. And when she was blind to an entire side of her family’s world, it was only natural that she wouldn’t be able to assess situations accurately. So the fact that she was shaken in the moment was no surprise. Her hands were pressed behind her back, hidden from the view of the raging man before her because she didn’t wish to display weakness. She didn’t want him to see how they were still trembling because she didn’t want to appear so incompetent that she would still be reeling from the effects of the attack. It was ridiculous, and somewhere deep down Kiran knew that, but this was just how she was. She had always prided herself on her abilities to get things done, to rely only on herself, and tonight both of those had been shot. And to show how scared she was would only further validate his belief that she had been in way over her head. 

It was also why she needed him to start. She needed him to trigger something in her other than fear. She needed that push from him to take her from her anxious state into one she was more comfortable with. Kiran had not once experienced fear to this level and that fact alone was terrifying her. Her silence was meant to goad him, to enhance the anger she knew was coming so that she too could push herself out of this helpless, pathetic state. The words didn’t come immediately and instead, the employees of Lion’s Den did. It was only in that moment Kiran noted that he had gotten injured. Bloodied knuckles were probably normal enough for him at this point and the cut didn’t appear to be bothering him all that much. It didn’t change the fact however, that the injuries could have been prevented had this whole thing never happened. They could have been prevented if he hadn’t had to step in to save her. And God was that infuriating. Yes, deep down she was grateful he had, but there were two things that were bothering her. One that it had been Weston that had stepped in to help. The one person she would have never wished to show this side of herself to was the one person who had seen it. Granted better him than her family since that would have been a whole other issue. But still, there had been a reason that she didn’t completely divulge the details of her dealings to him. Beyond that another thought came into her mind as she briefly surveyed the injuries he took so lightly. There was a good chance that neither of them would have made it out. His skills were incontestable but they were outnumbered and she was no better than the diamonds she sought. Valuable but useless. And her distaste didn’t extend so far as to be okay with conceiving of an ending like that. Weston may have been far from her favorite person, but Kiran also didn’t want to imagine that it could have been because of her that something happened to him. 

It was amid these thoughts that his words broke through. Her eyes moved up to meet his, almost pleading with him to continue. Start his barrage of insults so that the Kiran Yashvardhan they both knew could move to the forefront to defend herself. It would be easy enough to do. He wasn’t wrong to say that she was extremely prideful and egotistical. And he was attacking precisely that. He was forcing her to grapple with her own defeat and she was in no place to do so at the moment. Which was why as he continued to yell, more than the content, the attitude was off putting. And it was enough for her to have a basis for responding back in the same manner. She couldn’t contest that she had no idea what she was getting herself into and that she had no idea that things were going to turn out this way, but she’d sure as hell try. “If you were so sure that this would happen, why didn’t you tell me anything? If you’re so all knowing, why didn’t you predict that this is how the whole thing would turn out and just tell me to cut ties with him immediately?” Between the two of them she was the idiot right? She was the fool who had no idea how dangerous men like Damien and Parker could be. Then what about him? Sure he showed up to the meeting but if he could predict what would happen so well, surely they could have avoided this whole debacle together. She could have found someone else ( though Kiran knew deep down she might not have taken his warnings too seriously ). “He only found out who I was two days ago. Until then, everything was fine. Could you have predicted that, Weston? Could you have known that things were going to turn out like this? Because if you, who apparently is so well versed in this world that you can anticipate everyone’s moves, couldn’t figure out that they were going to turn the tables like this, then how could I, prideful and foolishly egotistical Kiran, have known?”   

Eventually Kiran would reflect on her own shortcomings and arrive at a place where she was ready to accept her faults. It would take some time to reach that point, but sooner or later she would stop trying to blame everyone from her parents to Weston and look internally. But it would take a while because he wasn’t wrong in his characterization of Kiran. And right now it felt like the entire weight of her insecurities was pressing down on her, threatening to bury her into the ground where she stood. His demand for her phone was met with resistance though his eyes were clearly telling her not to. He might have been scary to everyone else around and it was definitely the first time that she had seen him that angry or that violent, but somehow Kiran was also aware that the force wouldn’t be applied to her. Whether that was because she was a Yashvardhan and he wouldn’t dare or because he had just saved her and so she couldn’t group him in the same category as those who attacked her, she had that much faith. So she stood there confident that she could fight him and he wasn’t going to turn his back on her. Because for whatever the reason may have been, he had helped her that night despite their mutual dislike of each other. “Why?” 

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sofia carlisle‌

Sofia was doing her best to duck her head down, hopeful that somehow letting her dark curls dip down over her feature or hiding away behind her drink would somehow thwart Kiran’s continual exposure. Couldn’t she tell that she didn’t want to be recognised? Maybe she did, it wasn’t as though her former friend had shown an interest in what she wanted over the last two years. She didn’t glance up to see if the shouts had drawn anybody’s attention, hoping everybody else was too drunk or simply genuinely didn’t care, as she reach out to grab at the younger woman’s arm. “Enough,” She demanded, still not raising her head to catch her eyes but allowing her nails to dig into the flesh beneath them just a little. If Kiran wanted claws, she would get claws.The pressure didn’t increased, but she did turn her head, the serious glare on her face now staring the other down as she further insisted, “Calm down. That’s enough.” She hadn’t come the whole way out to some dingy bar just to have all her efforts destroyed by an old friend who got too mouthy when she was drunk. Maybe she should be worried about what had the woman in such a state, but if her own feelings were being disregarded she didn’t feel as though she needed to make that any of her business.

A part of her had been hoping with the admission that her problem would be sorted, she would get up and leave Sofia to drink away her problems in peace. They could both wake up with busting headaches in the morning and forget that the whole thing had ever happened. That would be perfect. Too perfect. She should have known much better. “You caught me, I thought I would try something different,” Her glass hit the bar in front of her as she gestured in demand for another from the bartender, her eyes still on Kiran’s as she scoffed, “And if you think that I’m buying your next one you can go to hell. I’m serious, get out of here before you make even more of a fool out of yourself. You’ll regret it in the morning.” She only shifted her gaze when she heard the telltale noises of her next drink being poured, the glass in her hand before Rhett even had the time to move on to the next demanding customer. It was half gone seconds later. “Yeah, well some of us grew up after graduation,” She sounded bitter, not bothering to look away from the remaining scotch in front of her. She was beginning to wish she could go back to that time. Her friendship with Kiran had been new and solid, she had felt like she knew what she was doing in the world, she had a plan for what her future was going to be and she had thought that she and Ben would be together forever. She wanted to be twenty-two and sitting in a dive bar buying drinks for her and Kiran again.

Apparently these days, Kiran was trying to pick fights with everyone around her. The arguments were the only reaction she could give to her own diminished self worth. That and the drinking. She knew that in the aftermath, there would perhaps not be too many people left beside her. Maybe she’d look back after all the destruction and curse herself for ruining the things she had worked so hard to build. For the time being, the storm raging within her was wrecking everything in its path, not worrying about any consequences. Of course, she never needed a special occasion to fight with Sofia Carlisle. The two of them had been at each other’s necks for year’s. So the stern warning from the other paired with the slight pressure of her nails against Kiran’s skin did little to detract from her jabs. She wasn’t repeating the other’s position merely because she was trying to make those around her notice the woman. After all, Sofia had chosen to become the mayor’s wife herself. “Why should I? You are the Mayor’s wife. Sofia Carlisle. You chose to become this. Why are you trying to hide from it now?” Her words were serious, albeit the fact that a moment ago, she had been completely frivolous. Kiran learned that no matter how much she might try and stray from her family name, it would always find a way to attach itself to her. It wasn’t terrible, but it was inevitable. The same would be true for her former friend who had chosen to bring recognition to herself by attaching herself to a man like Benjamin Carlisle. 

The momentary seriousness dissipated with Sofia’s next words. “You always did do your best, no matter what it was. You wanted different and you picked the most different thing possible,” she noted looking at the other clientele of the bar. Of course this was quite different from what Kiran would usually pick. Likely their reasons were similar ( wishing to avoid running into those they knew ). It just so happened that because they were similar, their thoughts and footsteps brought them to the same location, unfortunately thwarting both of their plans. “Don’t worry Mrs. Carlisle, the tax payer’s money can pay for your drinks alone. I’m not that low on funds. In fact perhaps it’s my money that’s paying for that drink there.” She commented lightly, knowing that the other was right. She was too drunk and she would maybe regret this in the morning. Nonetheless, in the moment Kiran was pretty satisfied and that was all she ever looked out for. Far planning was not her forte. “If you’re implying I didn’t, fine. I have no problem accepting that.” She gave the raven haired woman a smirk, her next words coming out as a light drawl due to the alcohol in her system. Nonetheless, they held the some level of clarity. “Because in the end, THE mature Sofia Carlisle ended up right back here. Next to the childish Kiran Yashvardhan, downing too many drinks.” If anyone who knew them from before saw the pair, they’d likely think it was just like the old days. The physical distance between them did not correctly capture the emotional distance that had grown in the last few years.    

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rosalie villarreal‌

“Your ego would probably inflate and suffocate everyone around here.” Rosalie said with a small smirk. “We’re good for each other in that we either temper one another or fuel one another.” The girl shrugged. They worked well as friends but should the tides ever turn, they’d be almost deadly to one another. Each knew the other too well, and that didn’t exclude weaknesses. Rosalie would much rather keep Kiran a friend than have her wind up as an enemy. “Don’t tell Jhanvi then. I’d like to keep my head.” She smirked as the other joked about Rosalie dragging her out on a break. The Yashvardhan’s were just as protective as they were, and anyone that crossed one of them earned the wrath of the other three within moments. She definitely didn’t want that pointed at her. After she’d finished with the male, Rosalie laughed as Kiran popped up with an array of questions. “We met when I set up the security for this place a while back.” She hummed, letting Kiran follow her eyes as they danced from camera to camera. “As for what we are, he’s an admirer, and I’m merely a girl that likes being admired. Nothing serious on my end, and he seems to have caught the idea that flirting is the best he’s going to get from me. So, we work well for things such as this.” Rosalie said, using the hand that didn’t hold her drink to motion to the club around them. “I’m interested in someone else, actually.  I don’t think I’ve gotten to mention what I’ve been admiring.” The girl murmured, knowing the tidbit would be enough to send Kiran into a flurry to find out just who she had feelings for. “You should never doubt a Villarreal. Our entire business is framed upon being the people you can rely on.” Rosalie said with a tsk of her tongue. She took a swallow of her drink before bringing it back down to clink against the other’s. “To a night just for us.” Rosalie added before taking another drink.

“You’re probably right,” Kiran said with a laugh. They were able to be tastefully boastful and she enjoyed the fact that Rosalie was so similar to her. It made their friendship that much more interesting when they were always on the same page. And that wasn’t something that happened often. “My sister has a way of finding things out whether I tell her or not. Call it sibling telepathy?” She joked, knowing that it was one of the things that made their family so strong. They always knew when the other members needed each other and they were always there as pillars for the rest of the clan. So whether she said anything or not, if something was going on, she was sure that her sister would know. It was comforting to know that the safety net of her family existed should she ever need it. Though the same could be said for every one of the families. They were all tightly knit among their own members. Allowing her eyes to follow Rosalie’s she admired the way in which they were barely visible. Should she have not known where to look, it would have been possible to not even be aware there were cameras monitoring them. Of course it was hardly the cameras and more so the aftermath of the business dealings she was interested in hearing about. Unfortunately they panned out to be nothing and Kiran was left instead with a juicy tidbit of information. Surely it was thrown out as bait to tempt her since Rosalie knew quite well that it’d drive her crazy to find out who. Of course she had a very bad track record of not thinking anyone those close to her chose to admire were good enough, she was still waiting to be pleasantly surprised by any of them. “Ah your affections are directed elsewhere then. Would I know of this someone or is he some secret you’re hiding away from us?” Us of course implying the world the two of them were embroiled in. He was either from inside the circle, or outside. The chances of her knowing him were greater were he in the former pool, but the chances of her finding out who he was were greater if he were in the latter. “I never doubted. I was just reminded.” Toasting, she took a sip of her drink, noting the music and the colors around her and the fact that it seemed the club was quite popular, with more people flooding in every moment.