" 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 "
Advait Agnihotry... He was my pride.
My heart.
The reason I breathed.
But now... now for the first time in my life-I qu...
" Hawaon ki taraf, mujhhuke tu guzar Roozana, Roozana Teri haathon ke taraf, mere haathon ka safar Roozana, Roozana"
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Him.
He’s on a call.
His brows are drawn together in that sharp, focused frown he always wears when something demands his attention.
There’s tension in the way his jaw is set, the way his shoulders remain square as if holding the weight of the conversation—and maybe the world—on them.
Is something bothering him?
Probably. But who was I kidding?
This is Advait Agnihotry.
The man who rules without raising his voice.
The man who walks into a room and somehow makes the air change.
He’s the kind of presence that makes people straighten their backs, choose their words carefully, and think twice before crossing him.
A king in his own right—one who doesn’t just hold power but knows exactly how to use it.
He’s a man with morals and ethics, and yet there’s something dangerous about the precision with which he handles everything.
The way he gets things done—clean, sharp, without fuss—is breathtaking.
He’s the man who turned my life upside down the moment he entered it.
The only man I’ve ever truly looked at and thought,
Yes. It’s him.
The only man who takes my breath away with just a glance.
And his eyes…
God, his eyes.
They’re not soft, not even close.
But they’re deep enough to drown in, and every time they so much as flicker in my direction, my heart forgets its rhythm.
"Ten minutes. Or you’re done," he says into the phone, his voice low, gravelly, threaded with a quiet authority that does things to my knees I will not admit out loud.
Advait Agnihotry is not a violent man.
But if you ever crossed a line, I wouldn’t be surprised if you simply… disappeared one night.
Cleanly. Without noise. Without warning.
And, call me insane, but maybe that was part of the reason I fell for him.
Those coarse, veined hands. The broad expanse of his shoulders. That sharp jawline that could probably cut glass. And those abs—don’t even get me started.
