One shots

Peace by vengeance

Everyone can start again
Not through love but through revenge
Through the fire, we're born again
Peace by vengeance
Brings the end...

"Why do you take his crap, Manvi? He ignores you to the point of being offensive, he insults you at every chance he gets, he mocks you, he undermines you at work in every meeting at the firm, and to top it all, he is openly making out with that lingerie model!!! Stop torturing yourself PLEASE!" Her friend begs her.

"Will you please let me finish my work?" Manvi replies without even looking at her.

"Please don't tell me you are still waiting for him to come back to you babe. He has moved on! I cannot see you like this!"

"Sansa, I am fine!" She looks up at her squarely, which meant that she needs to be left alone.

Sansa, Manvi's best friend leaves her office shaking her head giving up. She couldn't stomach seeing Manvi like this. It was true that she and Virat were happy when they were together but ever since they broke up, Manvi had been beside herself. She was just miserable while Virat openly flirted and slept around without a care in the world. It didn't help Manvi that she was working in the same firm as him.
They both were the most promising junior associates at a high end law firm in New York. Both were indispensable to the firm and neither of them were in a position to quit such a prestigious position because of their tanked relationship.

Three hours later, the intercom in her office rings. It was him. She looks at the time: it was almost 10 in the night. Nobody would be still around.

"Yes." She answers.

"Did you finish the appeal brief on the Catersburg trial?" He asks coldly.

"Not yet." She replied. "Will be done in 10 min." She holds her head. He had been pushing her to finish it from evening. There were four other urgent matters she had to attend to, but since he has been pushing her, she kept everything aside and decided to finish it for him first.

"I don't have the whole night sweetheart. Some of us have a life and a girlfriend..." She hears his smug voice thought the speaker that rails her nerves.

"...is that what you are calling her? Your girlfriend?"

"Would you rather I call her something else?" He wonders out aloud.

"How about the slut you are currently fucking?"

"Sure." He smirks.

"Stop it Virat!"

"Stop what? You stop thinking about what I do in my bedroom and get me the damn draft so that I can go home at a godly hour."

"Whatever!" She presses a button cutting the call. She realizes how riled up she had gotten in the minute or so she was on the phone with him. Her hands were tight fists and she was literally fuming in anger. And the worst part of it was that she knew he was doing this to hurt her. Her head drops on her desk in helplessness. How long was he going to keep this up? It has been three months.

I am tired Virat! I am beyond tired! Please stop punishing me!

But the phone call was just the first base. When she walked into his office a few minutes later with the draft, he was shamelessly making out with Darlene, the lingerie model that he had been flaunting around since the last one week. His jacket was lying on the ground and his tie hung around his open collar loosely along with Darlene, who was straddling him on his chair. Her long firm legs arched up around him like a fence.