Akshat

I sat on the counter, pretending to be just another man behind the mask of normalcy. My gaze, however, wasn’t on the pastries in front of me.... the dull hum of chatter around me fading into background noise as my gaze fixed on the man who’d just walked in with his colleagues. Shourya Avasthi. To anyone else, he looked like just another white-collar employee—polite, clean-cut, ordinary. But I knew better. He was the son of MLA Yashraj Avasthi. The very man responsible for my ruin. And soon, I’d be the man responsible for his.