Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy novel Chapter 23

DHANUSH'S POV

I drove like a maniac on the streets, almost banging into every second car. I soon drove into the Rajpath Marg. From the entrance of the colony itself, the rising up of the smoke was visible.

I was dreading the worst possibilities. I did not care if the cabinet lost even their chief minister but I cared a hell lot if Jennifer was affected by a single scratch.

I drove in and raced down the lane to come across the last mansion to have caught fire in its central wing. It was possibly the hall were they had arranged the anniversary ceremony.

Hell yes! They had invited the four devils, well aware of our so called business and real business. But I was not in a mood of reciprocating to any kind of conversation with anyone in my present fucked up state. While Shiv and Rudra were in Monaco, inaugurating our new hotel chain there. Abhi was in Delhi looking to any immediate threats from Phoenix.

I made a mental note of checking on Joseph whom I had given the responsibility to notify me of every damn movement of Jennifer. Then how the hell did I not come to know that she had to attend this fucking party!?

I quickly got down and stormed towards the front gates. The people there were rushing out from the main door. I was least concerned about them. I had to look for Jennifer. Going in from the front door would have only attracted unnecessary attention of the onlookers that why the hell was a multi-billionaire business tycoon dashing into a blazing mansion when all the "sane" people were moving out of it?

I took a turn and ran towards the back of the

now-dazzling-pyre-cum-house and spotted a small garden having all the dinner preparations done there. From there I noticed a closed door leading inside. It had caught fire and the sparks were being emitted. I dashed into it with my shoulder colliding the wooden frame with a thud. Luckily, the door broke apart.

Inside the hall, was a real mess. The fire had been spreading in an alarming rate, because of all the synthetic materials used to decorate the room. All of the room had got vacant with people rushing out from the main door. The smoke was making it difficult for seeing through the room clearly. If I stayed for long, it could possibly choke the hell out of my breathing systems. I was getting anxious now.

The fire ridden curtains were swaying in the air, making movement difficult. I tried to adjust my eyes amidst the blck smoke. I kept on moving, and then.... I saw her at a corner near the fire-caught wooden floor of the dias.

I furrowed my brows in confusion.

She was standing with her back towards me, absolutely still with no attempts to get out of the "pre-heated oven" without getting charred.

I moved towards her, steadily. Her dress was beautiful but lately it had started acquiring wrinkles due to the heat of the blazing flames. It was clinging to her body, the sparks of fire were almost burning her skin, making it red, but oblivious to all of it, she remained transfixed on her place, continously gazing at some distant point. I was really getting pissed for her lack of any reflexes.

I soon rushed to her but the expression worried me. She was still staring at nothing, but her features were very tense. She had escaped in her trance reliving some trauma of her past. She was constantly murmuring something. I was perplexed. I jerked her a little but she didn't budge.