Rich Brat: Sweet Revenge Of A Lazy Princess

Shreya's stomach hurt but she ignored them. Prasanna, on the other hand, did not take her seriously… at least not until he got punched on his gut.

That is when things got serious. Shreya was defensive while Prasanna was using brute force. He was on a mission and he had to get it done. He was just supposed to bash her around a bit. But because she seemed to return the favor, he had no other option but to fight back. But his alcohol and his big frame slowed him down while Shreya's small frame and agile moves easily avoided his attacks while sneaking in punches of herself. Out of frustration, Prasanna reached out for the bottle of booze and broke it into half and aimed it to her gut.

Shreya moved away at the last second avoiding any major damages but it still left a deep gash on the left side of her hip.

Both of them pulled away and took a breath. Both glared at each other. Prasanna stood clenching his stomach. It hurt like hell. God knows how many times he was punched. Anger seethed in him.

Shreya, on the other hand, covered her wound. It was bleeding. But before any of them could move in, the lights went out. The doors to the house came crashing down into a thud and boots sound of men rushing in filled the walls. The next second all the servants were knocked unconscious and fell down with a softer thud.

When the lights came on again, Shreya was surrounded by two dozen men and Prasanna was held down by two other men on his knees.

Akash rushed in with a panicked face and engulfed her with a hug. Shreya winced loudly when his hands lightly brushed over her wound.

"Sorry… sorry… Where does it hurt??" Akash pulled away frantically and gave her a once over quickly. As soon as his eyes landed on her gash on the hip, he called for a doctor before Shreya could even get a word out. He then turned towards Shreya and guided her towards the couch.

Only after making sure that she was safe did he turn towards Prasanna. You don't have to be a psychic to know what he was about to do next.

"I need him conscious and alive…" Shreya warned him and rested her eyes and body for a while. The house was filled with the noise of knuckles colliding against bones and muscles followed by Prasanna's pained wails and grunts.

Akash let him go only after thoroughly beating him up. By then the doctor has arrived. Akash approached Shreya and was about to take her out of the house when Shreya just asked the doctor to stitch her up then and there.

"Shreya, we need to get you to a hospital…" Akash reasoned anxiously. But then stopped when Shreya gave him a look. Something in her eyes… a coldness… suppressed anger… Akash did not dare to protest.

Once all patched up, Shreya approached Prasanna. She was a ghastly sight. Her white t-shirt was covered in blood making it almost fully red while her face and hands where covered in bumps and bruises. But it was nothing compared to Prasanna who was limp on his knees. There were no visible cuts but there were several bruises while his face was completely destroyed beyond recognition.

Shreya took a chair from the side and placed it right in front of him and sat down lazily like a cat snuggling in completely unbothered about the atmosphere around. But her eyes and face expressed something completely different. They were cold and ruthless.

She shifted and found a comfortable position for herself.

"Get me some water from the fridge…" Shreya said softly. But given the atmosphere, it still reverberated throughout the house.

One of her men went and fetched her water. Shreya thanked him politely and had several gulps before actually turning to focus on Prasanna.

"I need a name. Who asked you to beat me up today??" She asked straight away. She was really not in the mood to see his face more than she absolutely should and when she was finally done with him, he spilled his guts on everything he ever knew.

But it was just the start of his downfall.

Shreya, at last, shook her head and came back to reality and looked at Charan. Charan had a very complicated expression on his face which was filled with concern, anger, and helplessness.

"He was the one who gave us Defense Minister Rakesh. Prasanna was good with computers but so was my father. SO Rakesh needed someone who wouldn't be traced back to him. So he had Prasanna send my mother's photo along with the email to my dad and the next day my… my parents died in an accident. So he put both together and approached me."

"And once again Rakesh approached Prasanna knowing he was my husband to beat me up. I was asking way too many questions back then. I was not exactly careful. So they came to know that I was asking around about my parents' accident and wanted to send me a warning. That is when I stopped my investigation… at least I stopped on the surface and started building my power underground."

"And I moved away from public light completely. Even my divorce… I made people release those photos of his infidelity before filing for it since it would have risen suspicion otherwise."

Shreya stopped and looked at Charan and continued, "It had been three years since then. But still, something about someone touching me when I am asleep still brings up such reactions sometimes. In the beginning, it was worse… that is why nobody around me dares to wake me up when I am asleep. That is why I live alone. I couldn't even sleep with anyone around for a long time. I am better now. I consciously controlled myself. But there are slip-ups. And I am sorry… I can't even promise you that this won't happen again…"

When she said the last parts, her voice was so low… almost a whisper.

Charan did not reply. Instead, he took her hands and kissed her knuckles, and gave her a big smile.

Shreya smiled back relieved. She knew even without any explanation Charan wouldn't have minded anything or even asked her. But she was still relieved she could say all this to him and he did not seem to mind.

She crawled over to him and sat on his l.a.p.s hugging him.