❝𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.❞
In the blink of an eye, she became my obsession, a dazzling enchantress I couldn't resist. From that very moment, I swore to make her mine. Even if it meant faking m...
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Aary's Pov
I woke up early, finished my usual morning routine, and reached the office like any other normal working day. Everything was going smoothly—emails, meetings, files—until my would-be father-in-law, Mr. Agnihotri, decided to drop in unannounced in the afternoon.
So much for a normal day.
It was supposed to stay normal until I met my Precious later. But clearly, fate had other plans.
When I entered my cabin, I found him already sitting on the couch, legs crossed, hands folded, face hard with irritation. No appointment. No call. Just him.
Well, I let it slide. After all, he is my future father-in-law. He doesn’t really need permission to walk into his future son-in-law’s office.
I walked in calmly, my lips stretching into a bright, deliberate smile. “Father-in-law,” I greeted cheerfully, “welcome to my office.”
The look on his face said he hated two things at that moment—seeing me, and hearing me call him that.
“I am here as your partner, Mr. Malhotra,” he snapped. “Not as your father-in-law.”
Fair enough. The feeling is mutual, father-in-law.
I smirked, walked to my desk, and leaned against it casually, resting my hands on the surface. “Alright,” I said lightly. “We can play it that way. But tell me, Mr. Agnihotri—how are you here without an appointment?”
His jaw tightened. He was clearly pissed now. But honestly, if he enjoys irritating me every time we meet, I see no reason not to return the favor.
He took a slow, deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm. “Did you find the person who leaked the information about our project?” he asked.
I shrugged like it was no big deal. “Yes. Like I told you earlier, I did.”
His eyes sharpened. “Who is he?”
I let out a soft chuckle. “The better question would be—who are they?”
His brows furrowed. “Okay… who are—”
Before he could finish, I glanced at my watch. Time. I straightened up, buttoned my suit jacket neatly, and picked up my phone.
“Sorry, Mr. Agnihotri,” I said politely, already turning away. “You really should’ve taken an appointment. I’m in a hurry.”
He looked confused. “Hurry for what?”
I smiled, calm and smug. “I’m meeting my fiancée right now. We’ll talk later.”
I was almost at the door when I heard him stand up abruptly. “You are meeting my daughter?” he demanded.
I turned back slowly, enjoying the shock on his face far too much. “I thought we were keeping things professional, Mr. Agnihotri,” I replied coolly.
