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Niharika Verma is a stunning semi-classical dancer who wants nothing more than to travel the world, but the shackles of her dreadful past keep her grounded. On the other end, Asia's well-known businessman and CEO of Ra...
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What the actual hell does this man want?!
First, he tells me to get out of his room. Fine, I do that. Then he drags me back inside like it's some kind of punishment?
Is he insane? No, scratch that-he is insane.
I glare at him, my body still trembling from the cold and-ugh-anger. My blood is practically boiling, but what does my stupid body do? A tear rolls down my cheek.
A tear.
Ahhh! Not again?!
Why the hell do I cry every time instead of fighting?
I hate this. I hate myself for this.
I should be making him cry! I should be ruining his peace the way he's ruined mine! I should be throwing a damn vase at his head, not standing here like some weak little girl with tears in her eyes!
I bite my lip so hard I taste blood.
This man-this Mr. Rajvanshi, or whatever the hell he calls himself-he's the definition of chaos. One second, he doesn't want me in his room. The next, he's yelling at me for not going inside. Make it make sense!
If you want me gone, let me leave!
If you don't want me to leave, then stop treating me like trash!
I swear, if there was an award for the most confusing, contradictory, and frustrating man on Earth, he would win it.
And what's worse? He doesn't even say anything. He just stands there, staring at me like I'm some puzzle he can't figure out. Well, guess what? I don't need figuring out!
I need space.
I stood and stepped to walk away from there, but then he again grabbed my wrist.
I was already frustated because he didn't let me sleep peacefully. Without thinking, I snapped my head back, my face heating with anger. "Why are you holding my hand?!"
He said nothing.
Nothing.
Instead, he just made me sit back on the bed.
My blood boiled. I hate his touch now. I hated how easily he could control my actions with a single move. How he still had the audacity to hold me back after everything.
And then-
He went down on his knees in front of me.
For a second, I just blinked, trying to understand what the hell was happening. Is this some kind of sick joke?
But then I realized-maybe he just wanted to come face-to-face.
His gaze lifted, holding hers for a long moment before he finally spoke.
