Chapter 234: Sharp confrontation with sister part -2
Rohit scoffed and placed the documents back on the table.
"Not interested."
Arya’s jaw dropped.
For a moment she struggled to believe he had rejected her offer so easily.
The offer had been generous, especially for someone still in high school — and she had genuinely believed the financial security and industry exposure would be enough to bind him.
Unless... he already had something else in mind.
She quickly composed herself.
"What is it then? What do you want?"
She opened a drawer, pulled out a blank cheque, and tossed it onto the table in front of him.
"Name your price. Fill in any amount. As long as it is within my reach, I swear on the Singhania name I will pay it."
Rohit raised an eyebrow, immediately shifting back into shameless mode as he ran his fingers through his hair.
"Am I that valuable now? I must be getting more charming."
Arya slammed her hand on the table, frustration flashing across her face.
"Enough. This is serious."
The playful expression drained from Rohit’s face. His voice turned calm and flat.
"Money isn’t the issue, sis. I simply don’t want to commit to it."
Arya exhaled and forced herself to reason with him.
"Look, Rohit. You haven’t even finished high school. After that you’ll be gone for four years of college. I’m trying to give you real industry exposure and genuine financial support. Surprisingly, you have a strong hand in coding, and I want to make proper use of that — with fair compensation. If you want, I can even reduce the contract to four years..."
Rohit shook his head with the expression of someone who had seen through enough.
"No, Arya Singhania. I’m not interested in this post at all."
She paused, studying him carefully.
"Then what position do you want? I need your help, but I’m not so selfish to make you work and not pay anything in return."
Rohit scoffed lightly.
"You don’t need to. We’re family. If you need me for something, just say it." He began to stand. "I’ll do it as long as I can. Now if you’ll excuse me..."
Arya’s gaze sharpened.
"Wait."
Rohit stopped, but he did not sit back down.
Arya looked at him for a long moment before speaking again.
"How about the post of Assistant Managing Director? We can deal in shares."
A flicker of genuine surprise crossed Rohit’s eyes. He had not expected her to go that far.
"What’s the catch?"
Arya’s lips curled into a cold sneer, as if she had already seen through him.
"So I was right."
She stood up, removed her coat, and draped it over her chair. Then she walked toward him with slow, deliberate steps. Using both hands, she forced him back down into the seat. One of her legs, still covered in sheer pantyhose, slid between his.
She unbuttoned the top of her shirt and leaned forward, straddling the chair and giving him a clear view of her cleavage.
"The catch is you. You strip the title of Singhania."
Rohit was genuinely surprised by how directly she had stated it.
"And then?"
She leaned even closer, confident she already had him. Her hands cupped both of his cheeks, forcing him to meet her eyes. Their lips were only inches apart; he could feel her warm breath against his skin. Her soft breasts pressed heavily against his chest through the fabric, full and warm, rising and falling with every word she spoke.
Her cherry-blossom lips parted as her voice dropped lower.
"Become exclusive to me. You’ll have half of everything I own — shares, money, everything. Even the body you keep staring at. I’ll handle everything. No need to compete with anyone. Just stay by my side and live without pressure. In return, I’ll give you everything you could dream of."
Rohit stared at her for a moment. His eyes dropped briefly to her cleavage twice before he suddenly broke into laughter, deliberately shattering the tension.
"What a crude way to say ’be my dog.’ Or are you suggesting marriage? Because as a Singhania, that would be illegal."
Arya’s face twisted in irritation.
"I’m not interested in marriage. But with whatever we already have between us, I believe we can—"
"Not interested." Rohit cut her off flatly. "Now move your ass. I need to leave."
Humiliated and furious, Arya sat down directly on his lap, her legs dangling on either side of him. Her crotch pressed against the hard outline beneath his pants, but she ignored it completely. She grabbed his head and forced him to look up at her.
"Why? Aren’t you enjoying this? What’s stopping you? Don’t tell me you actually like—"
"You don’t need to know," Rohit replied coldly. "Now move."
Arya’s gaze hardened as a sudden realization struck her. If he could get involved with her, then what was stopping him from going after her mother? They weren’t blood-related. And if he gave up the Singhania name, he would lose direct access to the family.
Everything suddenly seemed to make sense.
"I get it. You’re eyeing my mother. I’ve seen the way you look at her. You desire her."
Rohit remained composed and silent, though inside he couldn’t help but feel alarmed.
His hands tightened around the armrests as he tried to keep the chair balanced. The accusation had caught him completely off guard. He really did have a relationship with Ragini, but he had never imagined Arya would connect the dots so quickly.
This was his weakness. Given her relationship with Ragini and especially with his adoptive father Raj, he could not do anything to her. If he slipped up in any way, it would expose the fact that he was not the real Rohit. He had to stay in character so she would not escalate the situation further — but with each passing moment, things were turning more grim.
For once, he couldn’t immediately decide how to respond.
Arya mistook his silence for confirmation.
Enraged, she yanked his hair hard. "As long as I’m in that house, you will never get close to her. Do you understand?"
Rohit stared back at her, eyes filled with cold fury. He said nothing, but the murderous look on his face made Arya flinch for a brief second. That small reaction made him smirk.
"Trying so hard... and failing miserably. If not for this chair, do you think you can touch my hair. At least come up with a better excuse to slander me, you arrogant daydreaming brat."
The smirk made her lose her composure entirely, and his remarks only agitated her further. He was younger and supposed to take the beating. The fact that he dared to look her in the eye felt like a direct challenge.
She raised her hand to strike him. "You adopted bastard. You actually dare—"
Rohit caught her wrist with his left hand just in time. The sudden movement threw the chair off balance.
Both of them went down.
"Oh no—"
"Damn—!"
*Crash*
Rohit hit the floor first, barely managing to protect his head from the impact. Arya landed fully on top of him, her full breasts nearly spilling out of her open shirt as they smashed against his face.
She winced as her head lightly struck something. "Ouch... my head..."
Rohit groaned under the soft weight crushing him. "Can you move your balloons? I need to breathe."
Arya quickly recovered and sat up on top of him, still pinning him down. She yanked his hair again and raised her hand.
"I’m not done with you yet—"
Rohit immediately raised both arms to shield his face.
"Sorry, sorry! Big sis, I was kidding!"
At that exact moment, the door opened.
Sheetal stepped in, froze, and gasped.
"Oh my god... Arya! What the hell are you doing.. this is your office?"