RIGHTFULLY WRONG, WRONGFULLY RIGHT
Love is in the air againâ¦this time itâs steamy, bold and manipulative!
Gayatri and Viraj both are products of childhood trauma. Yet they were able to survive, one because of her shrewdness and the other because of his genius. Rightfully Wrong Wrongfully Right, the final part in the best selling âRight and Wrongâ love trilogy is the story of these two damaged souls.
Gayatri Dutta, the poster child for rich spoiled diva is fighting to escape a life of servitude her tyrant father is hell bent on pushing her into. Her past string of failures have her backed against a wall. Lonely and desperate!
Viraj is a con who uses his genius to perpetuate his isolation. His life once of violence and abuse has left him cynical and cold. He shuns the society and its hypocrisies.
And then Gayatri and Viraj cross paths. She needs him and he despises her.
To Viraj, Gayatri, is the epitome of all that he despises, shallow, manipulative and the kind who uses her beauty as a weapon. Or is she?
Gayatri sees Viraj only as a means to an end. She is sure that Viraj with his nerdy demeanor, owlish glasses and crude behavior will be easy to manipulate and walk over. Only he isnât!
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Excerpt from #RWWR
âI can do this, I can do this, I can...â Gayatri wound her fingers tightly around her cellphone as she made her way to the cubbyhole Viraj called his office. I did not expect a freaking hug, but a polite âhow are youâ wouldnât kill that man. She rapped her knuckles on the door.
Viraj swung the door open. âWhat?â His brows were furrowed and his lips, pursed.
Gayatri remembered what Nikhil had said to her once. Dr Viraj owns and runs this lab. He was the only one you needed to impress! âItâs my first day here!â Gayatri could hear her voice shake. âCould you tell me...â
Gayatri scuttled out of Virajâs way as he leaned out. âFind an empty room, do your work there. You are free to leave any time you want. You are free to come or to not come.â The door shut on her face.
Flabbergasted, Gayatri kept staring at the door. What just happened? She cleared her throat. I should not piss him off anymore. âThank you for thisâ¦this job.â Her voice was as uncertain as the look on her face.
Viraj tugged the door open again. Gayatri flashed a smile at him and opened her mouth to speak but he stopped her short. âI donât like talking. Find a room and stay there.â He shut the door on her again.
Asshole! Gayatri fisted her hands and retreated. I can do this! I am doing this! Bigger picture, please! Gayatri paused and peeped inside the first lab that she stumbled upon. The place was quiet except for a low hum of machines. Gayatri pushed the doors open and walked inside the lab. It was empty. âDoes anyone else work here besides the mad scientist?â She leaned against one of the steel racks. The door flew open behind her. With a big grin she turned to greet the person coming in. âHi! Iââ she froze. It was the mad scientist with a bunch of papers in his hand.
Viraj noticed Gayatri at the same time. A familiar irritation flashed in his eyes. âNot this room. Not my lab! Find another room!â He spoke with cool authority.
âI was just looking!â Gayatri smoothed her ponytail trying to mask her nervousness. He had her in knots.
Giving an indifferent shrug, Viraj walked past her. Gayatri got a whiff of his aftershave; it smelled clean and crisp, like water with a twist of lemon. At least he doesnât stink like his manners! Gayatri stood there quiet and confused.
A loose paper slipped from Virajâs hand and landed on the floor.
âYou dropped some paper!â Gayatri said, her voice friendly.
âIgnore it. Like you, it is not going anywhere.â Viraj pulled a portable stool and took a seat in front of an electronic panel fixed to a bigger panel.
Gayatri gritted her teeth and grinned with the ferocity of a wild animal that could pounce any moment.
Unknown to her, Viraj gave a similar smile except his was more like the wild animal that had pounced and won.
âIâll go and find a room. Thank you!â Swiveling on her heel, Gayatri headed for the door.
Something stopped herâher fatherâs face and the realization that two weeks ago she had physically fought for herself, and now she had to fight again but with her mind instead of hands. I have to win over Mr Madness. Maybe I could wear a beaker over my head and tattoo the periodic table on my arms!
âIf you are trying to open the door telepathically, let me be the first to tell you it is not working!â
Gayatri exhaled noisily. Scathing and sarcastic, what more could a woman ask for? Taking a few calming breaths, she slowly pivoted to face Viraj, specifically his back as he sat hunched fiddling with the panel in front of him.
âIâm sorry if I have offended you somehow. I really need this job. And also, Iâm qualified for it. I can show you my degrees. I can really make a difference here.â
Hearing Gayatriâs words and her apologetic tone, something melted inside Viraj...again. But to keep up appearances, he turned rude. âIâm busy!â he barked.
âPlease Mr Viraj, give meââ Just then, without warning, someone swung the door open. Gayatri wasnât prepared for the push. âOuch!â She toppled. Her desperate hands grabbed the first thing in the vicinityâa steel rack. The rack shuddered violently and some of its contents landed on the floor.
âWhat the hell!â Viraj bellowed jumping to his feet.
Gayatri winced. A large electrical component had crashed into her hand âThe door just opened, pushing me in,â she said shaking her arm in pain.
Viraj glared at the door. He instantly lost the frown and his mouth eased at the ends. âOh itâs you! Come inside!â
Huh, Hyde turns Jekyll! Gayatri spun around.
A timid, bespectacled, five-foot-nothing girl, her long hair in a tight braid, clad in a pastel-coloured salwaar kameez, stood at the door. Her skin was smooth and her hands kept tugging at the dupatta around her neck âSorry to interrupt! Dr Kalra wanted to show you some tests he is about to run in lab 2.â She then glanced at Gayatri. âIâm sorry if I hurt you. It was an accident.â
Gayatri was about to speak but Viraj cut her off. âSheâs fine. Letâs go!â
Viraj went out with the girl, not even sparing a glance at Gayatri.
Astounded, Gayatri watched them leave.
Urghhâ¦the shit-faced scientist actually smiled and that too at that girl! Gayatri kicked the steel rack. It shuddered again! Shoot! Before anything else would fall on her, Gayatri went after the scientist and the simpleton.
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Varsha Dixit, the bestselling author of four successful contemporary romance books. Her debut book, Right Fit Wrong Shoe was a national bestseller for the year 2010. Varsha was a part of the Indian Television Industry and worked as an assistant director and online editor. She considers herself a dreamer who thinks deep but writes light. Even though creativity is gender free,Varsha feels blessed and enriched to be a woman. Currently, with her family, Varsha resides in CA, USA.
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