Royal with Rebel (Royal #2: Book 2)

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If I don't update in future, consider me dead 😭 I'm in the hospital rn and the way my symptoms are fluctuating between just gas and heart attack are scaring me.

-• never caught off-guard •-

Arjun wanted to corner this woman when her defenses were down. Throw her off whatever weird game she was playing. Rattle her a little bit. Take her by surprise.

And from her clothes? He sure did.

She's at his station, handcuffed, dressed in an oversized white shirt that doesn't look like it's made for a woman's body, tucked halfway into her linen trousers, with her hair twisted in a messy, loose bun.

This woman, by the definition of her appearance, is an embodiment of the phrase "caught off-guard".

And yet she couldn't look more put together.

Nothing less indifferent.

Almost relaxed.

"I've been asking you the same question for the last ten minutes, Mrs. Chauhan, were you at the school on the night of your wedding or not?" He slaps his writing pad down.

She looks up at him, tilts her head, and opens her mouth. Arjun leans in expectantly, eager to hear her answer.

"I was really trying to hold it in until his meeting ended, but it's kinda boring here and you guys don't even serve a cold drink."

"Mrs. Chauhan -"

"I'm granted a phone call, am I not?" She plasters a sweet smile on her face. "I'd like to do that, now. Phone, please?"

He inhales a deep breath, stands straight with a hand on his hip, and with the other, gestures one of his junior officers to comply according to the rules. They bring her a phone and she dials his number, shaking her head and dismissing the idea of calling on his personal phone. He probably wouldn't answer or must have his cellphone on do not disturb for the meeting. It's better to reach him through his secretary.

"You've reached the Chauhan Industries reception desk, how may I help you?"

"On speaker," Arjun commands.

Rolling her eyes, she obeys. "Hey, Zoya, I'm Sara. I'm kind of in an emergency right now. Can you connect me with your boss?"

"Yeah, of course, right away. Are you okay though?"

"It's hot here," Sara grimaces. "But I'm fine."

"Alright, I'm sending you through."

Sara has to wait a second more before her husband's worried tone is filtering through the line, having no business sounding so sexy to her. She's down bad, isn't she?

"What's wrong?"

"I got arrested." She replies.

"What!?" He whisper shouts. "I'm sorry gentlemen, I've to be somewhere really fast so we'll have to reschedule this meeting-"

"We flew down from, Singapore, Mr. Chauhan, just for this meeting." She hears an unfamiliar voice express their disapproval.

Oops.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tan. My wife- uh- she fell down from a flight of stairs." He hurries out with his excuse.

Sara snorts. "I wish. That could have been my Hum Saath Saath Hai moment."

"It's Hum Aapke Hai Kaun." The lady officer corrects her politely.

Arjun shoots her a discontented look.