Game of Hatred.

chapter 1

Hades and Persephone with a modern twist.

The twisted Love story of our modern-day Hades: Sam. The King of Hell and Modern-day Goddess Persephone: The proud and honourable Manya.

"He said no. Boss," John McCain informed me about the offer I made to the CEO of the Sehgal group of hotels for opening my Casinos and Clubs in his hotels.

I was doing my swimming lapses as per my routine but this news made me break that. And breaking a routine was just not in my character. I hate it.

John was watching me with hawk eyes, waiting for the signal which I usually give when someone or something displeases me. One sign and the reason for my dislike would cease to exist. But today I would not give him that sign. Because I want to meet this, Mr Sehgal who thinks that he could decline my offer. Samanvay Goenka's offer.

Stepping out of the swimming pool, I towel-dried myself and donned a bathrobe. I looked at John, "Arrange a meeting with him, I will talk to him myself."

John didn't reply but he turned his face to another side. His hands fisted tightly against his legs. I could see how angry he was. John was not only my right-hand man but one of my best friends. He couldn't stand when someone insulted him. And This Mr Sehgal had just done that Insulted me!

"What is the matter, John? What makes you this angry?"

John looked at me. His mouth was set in a thin line and his eyes were hard. He was enraged. "John?" I pressed him for the answer.

"That man said that you don't have the standard to do business with him, that you are beneath him," John grumbled, seething in anger.

I raised my brows and chuckled while drying my hair with the towel. "You have Fifteen minutes. Make sure the cars are ready till I come back," I ordered as I threw the towel on the sunchair and went inside my house to dress up.

Entering my room, I went straight for the walk-in closet and Picked the black suit with a navy blue shirt and black pants. I dressed up and checked myself in the mirror. I was ready to meet this Mr Sehgal, who has the guts to deny me.

Walking outside, I saw John standing beside my Mercedes. His face still holds the same angry grimness. When I reached him, I patted his shoulder lightly and squeezed it "let's go, John."

It was a twenty-five-minute drive, I was silent throughout the whole ride but so was John. He stopped the car and I looked out the window, gazed at the intimidating skyscraper. I was impressed by the building. One of the most reputed hotels in Asia and Europe. John opened the door of the car for me and I stepped out of it as we both entered the magnificent hotel and walked to the reception.

"How may I help you, sir?" One of the receptionists asked me. The woman looked elegant and beautiful. Had she been working for me I would have promoted her to the position of my personal assistant just for the looks. One would say, there is a blatant sexual meaning behind my words. I was not denying it. I smiled at her, "I want to meet Mr Sehgal."

"Do you have an appointment, Sir?" She asked.

"Tell him that Samanvay Goenka is here to meet him," I answered, smiling again. But John grimaced seeing the receptionist dialling someone to ask whether to let me in or not.

"You may go to meet him, his office is on the 20th floor," She informed me. I gave her a small nod and left for the elevator with John following me.

The ride to the floor was silent as I was checking emails on my phone while John was still trying to curb his anger. The elevator dinged. I pocketed my phone and we both stepped out of the elevator.