He is Crazy About You

Rockwave

As soon as Akshat entered the Chairman’s cabin, he announced, “Kartik, we’ve found the cargo ship—or rather, its wreckage. Additionally, the divers who went missing during the search have also been located.”

Kartik’s brows knitted together, reflecting a shadow of suspicion.

For two days, even his most formidable unit, the Black Bits, had failed to locate the ship or the divers. How had they suddenly surfaced, and with such ease? This unexpected development didn’t sit well with him.

“Are the divers alive?” Kartik inquired, his voice measured yet probing.

Akshat replied, “Surprisingly, yes. And their escape story is intriguing—something you’ll want to hear.”

Kartik’s expression remained stoic as he asked, “What kind of escape story?”

Akshat leaned forward, his tone steady yet laced with curiosity. “The divers claim that while searching for the ship, they ventured farther into the ocean and encountered a submarine storm. While the storm’s effects were minimal on the surface, it proved catastrophic underwater. To survive, they swam to the nearest island, which, as fate would have it, was none other than Pearls Island. Earlier today, Yuvraj Kush contacted me to share details about their ordeal.”

Akshat’s explanation deepened Kartik’s contemplative silence.

Submarine storms—powerful underwater cyclones—were known to wreak havoc in the ocean’s depths while sparing the surface.

If their account was to be believed, the reason behind the divers’ disappearance seemed clear. Yet Kartik’s instincts whispered otherwise. Was it truly that simple?

Breaking the silence, Kartik asked, “And what of the cargo ship?”

Akshat responded, “The ship, after sinking during the cyclone, drifted from the southern waters to the eastern side of the Pacific. The new team of divers I dispatched located its wreckage last evening.”

Kartik mulled over Akshat’s words, his sharp mind dissecting every detail.

Such occurrences weren’t uncommon in the vast expanse of the sea. By all appearances, the matter seemed resolved. Yet, the nagging question remained: was it truly over?

In a voice laced with authority, Kartik commanded, “Ensure thorough DNA tests are conducted on those divers and delve deeper into the investigation. As we advance, our enemies will be relentless in their pursuit. Leave no room for error.”

“As you command, Chairman,” Akshat replied with a touch of theatricality. Then, with a sly grin, he added, “By the way, are you planning to attend your brother-in-law’s engagement?”

Kartik’s tone turned cold. “I’m not sure. I’ll decide this evening. For now, I have work to do. Have you finalized a candidate for the new president?”

Kartik’s question referred to the vacant presidency of China, left open after he had the previous president executed in the middle of the Parliament House.

Akshat smirked. “Yes, there’s a man—Wang Lei. He’s cunning and may betray us in the future, but he’s a promising candidate for now. If he does turn on us later, we’ll make his demise a spectacle—a lesson for the world.”

Kartik offered no response, his silence a tacit agreement.

To the public, the world and politics appeared as they were portrayed—transparent and orderly. But the reality was far from it. Neither politics nor any sphere of influence operated as it seemed. The strings were always in someone else’s hands, and the world was perpetually deceived by a carefully chosen face.

Rockwave often allied with individuals prone to betrayal.

This strategy was not only calculated but profoundly ruthless.

In the jungle, if a powerful cheetah hunts a deer, no one marvels at its strength. The deer, after all, is no match for the predator. But if the cheetah were to bring down a lion, the entire jungle would revere its prowess and tremble at its dominance.

Rockwave’s philosophy mirrored this principle.

To instill fear and command respect, Rockwave deliberately empowered individuals with lion-like strength—those who were destined to betray them. Their inevitable treachery became the pretext for Rockwave to deliver justice, a spectacle that cemented their authority in the eyes of those who truly held power.

The ordinary masses remained blissfully unaware, their perceptions manipulated, their reality carefully curated.

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Raichand Mansion

Bella sat quietly beside her grandfather's bed.

Though his life had been blessed with comfort and good health, age had begun to take its toll, bringing with it various ailments. The loss of his only son had further weakened his spirit, and the mansion that once echoed with laughter now felt empty.

Her grandfather’s voice was weak and slow as he asked, “Shreya… when will Sameer return? Before I leave this world, I wish to see him once more.”

Bella, her heart heavy, gently held his hand. “Grandfather, don’t speak like that. You’ll live for another hundred years, I promise. Not just meet Sameer, but you’ll see him grow old!”

A faint smile touched her grandfather’s lips at her words.

He affectionately patted her head. “You’ve been a blessing to our family, Bella. Without you, who would have kept things in order? Since Arnav’s passing, it feels as though something is missing, like an evil shadow has fallen over us.”

The mention of her father’s name caused the smile to fade from Bella’s face. A deep sadness filled her eyes as memories of Arnav, the once proud patriarch of the Raichand family, resurfaced.

After her father's death, everything seemed to crumble. Bella’s mother and grandfather were left to cope with the void, and her brother had been lost in a rehabilitation center for the past two years.

Had it not been for Bella, the Raichand Corporation, along with the family, would have crumbled entirely.

Quickly regaining her composure, Bella shifted the conversation. "Grandfather, enough of such gloomy talk. How about I tell you some juicy gossip from this year?"

Although Bella didn’t typically indulge in gossip, her grandfather adored hearing the latest scandals from high society. With Rawat’s help, she would often gather the most intriguing tales to share with him.

After spending time with her grandfather, Bella returned to her room. She found Bartika still asleep, her peaceful face untouched by the worries of the world.

Not wanting to disturb her, Bella quietly freshened up and then made her way to her study, where Roy and Charlie awaited her.

Taking her seat behind her desk, Bella addressed Charlie, “You need to return to Sri Lanka.”

Charlie raised an eyebrow. “But Sister Bella, I was supposed to attend Bin’s engagement…”

“No,” Bella interrupted. “Your duties here take precedence. Go and handle the unfinished business first.”

Although Charlie was disappointed, he knew better than to argue and left without a word.

Once Charlie had gone, Bella turned her attention to Roy.

Roy handed her the annual growth report, his expression marked by confusion. "Boss, I’m not sure how, but Raichand Corporation's valuation has skyrocketed. Our stock prices have increased more in the past week than they have in the entire year. Our team’s trying to figure out the cause, but we haven’t found anything concrete yet."

Bella’s eyes narrowed as she processed his words.

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Evening

On a luxurious yacht in the middle of the ocean, the elite mingled, glasses of fine wine and champagne in hand. The atmosphere was one of effortless elegance and subtle arrogance.

The air, thick with the scent of expensive perfumes, seemed to hold its breath as the guests exchanged pleasantries.

Among them stood Bin, surrounded by a few high-profile individuals. Dressed in a cream-colored tuxedo, he radiated an air of quiet power, his calm demeanor enhancing his allure.

Nikhil approached Bin and asked, “Is Sister Bella coming?”

“She will,” Bin replied softly, a hint of something unreadable in his gaze. “I’ve asked her.”

Nikhil frowned. “But she’s not here yet? The ring exchange is in twenty minutes.”

Just then, the unmistakable sound of a helicopter cut through the evening air.

The crowd turned their attention to the sky as a sleek helicopter descended.

As it landed, a tall, graceful woman stepped out, commanding the eyes of everyone around her. Dressed in white, she moved with a serene elegance that seemed almost otherworldly.

Bella’s presence was magnetic, and for a brief moment, the ship was enveloped in silence, all eyes fixed on her.

"Mommy, why are they staring at us?" Bartika’s innocent voice broke the stillness.

Bella smiled softly and replied, "They’re not staring at me, darling. They’re staring at you. You look absolutely adorable today."

Bartika blinked and then looked around. Indeed, every gaze was upon her.

The two of them, dressed in matching outfits, resembled a living portrait of grace and beauty.

Bin and Nikhil immediately moved to greet Bella, and the other guests slowly turned their attention away, though their curiosity remained piqued.

It was rare for Bella to attend such events. She preferred the comfort of her work and often kept to herself.

As Nikhil lifted Bartika into his arms, he smiled warmly at her. "You’re looking gorgeous, princess."

Bartika beamed and replied sweetly, “Thank you, Nikhil Uncle!”

With the guests slowly returning to their conversations, Bin leaned in and spoke to Bella in a low voice, “Sister Bella, what do you think of the compensation? Big Brother is truly crazy about you. He risked everything, even Rockwave, just for you.”

Bella’s brow furrowed at his words. "Compensation? Kartik risked Rockwave for me? What are you talking about, Bin? I don’t remember anything like that."

Bin and Nikhil exchanged a glance, surprised by Bella’s lack of awareness.

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What will happen next?

To know…

To be continued…

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