Chapter 3 : Like Father, Like Daughter

Chapter 3

"I am waiting for the day when you and Neel will get married just like this," Niam said with a wistful look in his eyes as he watched the wedding ceremony of a client's daughter in the grand hall of his hotel.

Manya turned to her father."Neel said he will talk to his father about us, soon. I hope that Mr Oberoi agrees to it."

Niam glanced at his daughter. "He will agree. Who can say no for my My daughter?"

Manya gave her father a small smile. She knew how proud her father was of her. At the age of twenty-five, even after being a having a law degree, she was working in her family business and successfully handling the post of General manager of The Sehgal group of hotels and resorts around the world.

But She was eagerly waiting for the big promotion next month when her father would announce her as the next CEO of The Sehgal group of hotels and resorts.

It was one of her dreams, to take over her father's legacy and take it to the new heights of success. Manya had only two dreams, first, she wanted to make a name for herself in the business world and her second dream was to marry the love of her life. Neel Oberoi.

She gave a wistful look to her father but then recalled the business. "I have to go to Mr Singh to ask him for feedback for today's arrangements.”

While Niam patted her daughter's shoulder before walking to the elevator to go to his cabin. Manya went to meet Mr Singh but stopped short when she saw the man who was standing next to him. Samanvay Goenka.

"You were right, Mr Goenka. The services of this hotel are indeed very good. My daughter is happy with all the arrangements here. Thank you for recommending this hotel to me. They did all these arrangements on such short notice."

Samanvay gave him a nod and took a sip from his champagne glass. "I am glad you like it, Mr Singh," He said, "Now that your fatherly duties are almost over for today, it's time you answer my question. Have you done the work I handed to you?"

Mr Singh chuckled. "I didn't have to. Mr Merchant was already present at his home when I went there and they were having a conversation about a possible business alliance."

Samanvay's eyes shortened. "Mr Merchant was there for a business alliance?" He asked but suddenly his eyes went to His queen. She was standing at the corner and was almost glaring at him. Almost.

He grinned as he recalled the name she was known in the business world. Ice Queen.

The title suits her just fine. He could see the anger in her eyes but her face was void of any emotion but her eyes were betraying her mask of coldness.

Manya curled her fingers into a tight fist to curb her anger seeing that man again. She wanted to call the security and throw him out of the hotel but ceased her thoughts when she noticed he was talking to Mr Singh. She ignored his egoistic grin and walked to her hotel’s guest. "Excuse me, Mr Singh."

Mr Singh turned to her while Samanvay kept taking sips from his champagne glass, his gaze still fixed on Manya.

"Ah, Miss Sehgal. Thank you so much for making everything ready at such a short notice. Now I know why your hotel is so famous for its services."

Manya smiled. "Thank you, Mr Singh. Still if there is something you didn't like, feel free to share it with us."

"Oh no, there is nothing I didn't like here. I am grateful to Mr Goenka for suggesting your hotel."

Manya's gaze went to Samanvay for a moment. Her eyes turned as hard as rock and as cold as ice but his were full of mischief and darkness. "Thank you for your feedback, Mr Singh." She said, turning her gaze back to Mr Singh.

Mr Singh, unaware of the secret hate game between Manya and Samanvay smiled at her. "The pleasure is all mine, Miss Sehgal."

Manya returns the smile to Mr Singh before turning around and leaving from there, once again completely ignoring Samanvay.

Samanvay's eyes were still fixed on her retreating figure as she walked towards the elevator. A hot desire shot through his body watching her movement. Her body was full and ripe in all the right places. His hands itches to palm her globes while he sates his hot wild desire with her delicious body.

He let out a wistful breath as she disappeared from his vision. Samanvay looked at Mr Singh and grinned. "I want you to do something for me, Singh."

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Manya frowned when her assistant, Lilly, brought a medium size bouquet of pink roses to her cabin.

"Madam, these came for you," Lilly said, handing the flowers to her.

"Who from?" Manya asked as she looked around the bouquet for the message card. "There is no card, Madam. But the man who came to deliver these flowers said you will know about the sender soon."

Her frown deepened. "Lilly, I don't like surprises. Be careful next time," She scolded her assistant.

Lilly apologised and asked: "Madam, what should I do with these now?"

"Thro…" She stopped, The flowers could be from Neel she thought and asked Lilly to put the flower in the vase on her desk.

Once Lilly left, she touched the soft petals of roses and smiled. "I didn't know you were this romantic Mr Oberoi," She took her phone and opened the messaging application to message Neel but before she could type the words, the landline on her desk started ro ring.

She closed the message application and accepted the call. "Madam, Mr Singh sent a guest to address a matter with you regarding the arrangements we made. He says it's urgent."

Manya's brows pulled together. She just talked to Mr Singh and he was happy with all the arrangements. "Send him in."

She sat straight in her chair as the door of her cabin opened and the man she disliked with a passion entered the cabin. Her instant reaction was to throw this low-class thug out of her cabin but she reminded herself about professionalism.

Today, this man was an invited guest in her father's cabin but an invited one to the client of her hotel. So she tolerated his presence in her cabin.

Samanvay's eyes went to the flowers he sent for his queen. They were neatly placed in a vase. He liked it that she was being respectful to his gifts. He moved further and stood at the desk. "I am happy that you like the flowers I sent for you, Sweetheart."

Manya's eyes snapped to the vase in front of her. Her features tightened as she looked at the man in front of her. She stood up, "you sent these flowers?" She asked tightly.

Smanvay grinned. "I did." He answered and stepped to her.

Manaya's eyes sharpened as she eyed his steps. "Stay where you are, Mr Goenka or I am calling the security to throw you out of here."

He snorted and shook his head as his eyes turned dark. He was done playing nice with her. He had marked Her as His and it's time she knew about it. "Shut your mouth and listen, Sweetheart because today I am not going to stand and let you insult me again," He took the liberty and moved ahead, intruding on her private space.

Manya sharpened her gaze when he dared to insult her by not only his words but actions as well. She was seething in fury inwardly but schooled her face into a mask of utter coldness. But once again Her eyes betrayed Her to Him. They were wild with anger and Samanvay loved the way he could read her. Like a smooth piece of poetry.

He raised his hand and rested it on Her soft petal-like cheek. A cold fury ran through Manya's body as she eyed his unworthy hand touching her cheek through her lashes. "Get. Your. Hand. Off. My. Face. Now!"

Samanvay chuckled. "Uff! Your attitude. I like it, Sweetheart," He removed his hand away from her soft cheek. "Fine. Fine. Fine. I understand that you are a little conservative in these matters,” He nodded his head slightly towards the left and then towards the right. "Fine, I will only touch you after we get married."

It took everything in her to curb her anger and not slap his arrogant face when he was breaking the boundaries of being a guest in her hotel.

"You are like a wild mare, hard to tame. But trust me, Sweetheart, I will tame you on the very first night and ride you smoothly at first only to drive you wild with my roughness. I can't wait to enjoy the pleasure of your core. Tell me what position you li…" before he could finish the sentence, a hard slap struck his cheek and Samanvay's head whirled left.

His eyes darkened and jaws clenched tightly as he touched his burning cheek where she just slapped him. Her sharp nails scratched his skin and blood seeped out of the scratched cut.

"Marry you! I am disgusted with your presence near me, you disgusting swine! I won't even look at you twice let alone marry you and If you utter these horrendous words again, I swear to God you will regret the day you were born!" She hissed at, anger blinded Manya at his action.

"You tainted me with your dirty touch but what else could be expected from an orphaned criminal like you. No wonder your parents left you in an orphanage. Don't know what kind of bad blood is running in your veins!"

Samanvay closed his eyes as he gritted his jaw and curled the fingers of his other hand tightly into a fist.

She went too far today. Once again she crossed the line she shouldn't have. She shouldn't have slapped him. She shouldn't have called him an Orphan. she shouldn't have talked about his parents like this! She shouldn't have done either of these things and now he was going to make her regret all these things.

Because up until now he was playing with her but now, He was going to bring the war to her. She has infuriated the ruler of hell, and now she had best be prepared to pay the price.