𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒 : 𝐁𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐲𝐚??

Anvi's POV-

I swung open the door with one hand, distracted, and walked in without looking up. "Mr. Saddu, here's your lunch..." My words stumbled as my gaze locked onto the two men sitting with my brother. And wait-was that...? My heart nearly stopped. It was *him*, the same brown-eyed man I'd collided with. The one whose piercing stare had kept me up that night.

Our eyes met, hazel v/s brown, and for a moment, the world around us seemed to freeze. The spell broke when I heard someone clear his throat.

Great, I thought, mentally cringing at my embarrassing entrance.

The brown-eyed handsome hunk -smirked.

Wait, handsome hunk? Seriously, Anvi? Get a grip!

"Bhai, I'll wait outside while you finish up," I muttered, eager to escape and calm my racing heart.

"Oh no, Ani, come here and meet my best friends," my brother said, oblivious to my desperation to escape. Reluctantly, I turned back and took a seat beside him, right across from him. His gaze was fixed on me, intense and unyielding.

Did he still remember me?

Aniket bhai gestured to the other man, who looked amused. "This is Ritvik Jha, my childhood friend. Remember him? He was the one who used to tease you when you were small."

I laughed, recalling how his friends always fussed over me. "Oh, I remember," I replied, eyeing Ritvik bhai playfully. "The one who made me fall off the swing."

"Hey, that wasn't intentional!" Ritvik bhai said making me chuckle. But the whole time, I was aware of the brown-eyed man's unwavering gaze.

"And this," my brother continued, "is Ranvijay Singh Rathore, another close friend, and the one who took you to the medical room that day."

I turned to him, offering a polite smile as he took a sip of water. "Hello, Ranvijay bhaiya."

The second the word *bhaiya* left my mouth, he choked on his water, some of it splashing onto Ritvik bhai, who let out an annoyed groan.

"What the hell, yaar!" Ritvik bhai exclaimed, brushing at his pants.

"Sorry," Ranvijay muttered, his deep voice laced with irritation, which only added to his appeal. My heart did a little flip. What is wrong with me?

"Miss Shekhawat, you can call me Mr. Rathore or just Ranvijay," he said pointedly, his intense gaze never leaving mine. Blushing, I nodded. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw both Ritvik bhai and Aniket bhai exchange looks, eyebrows raised.

Just then, my phone rang, giving me the perfect excuse to excuse myself from the room.

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After my call ended, I turned to head back when my foot caught on my juti and my dupatta tangled. I stumbled forward, certain I was going to hit the floor until one strong arm caught me. Looking up, I found myself gazing into those unmistakable brown eyes. Mr Rathore

"Be careful when you walk, Miss Shekhawat," he said, his voice low, his grip steady and firm. "Why do you always seem to be stumbling and falling?"

So he did remember me.

"My dupatta got stuck," I mumbled, mortified as I straightened myself. "Thank you."

"Pleasure is all mine, Miss Shekhawat," he said, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He released me, turning to leave with Ritvik. The imprint of his arms around me lingered, and I could feel my cheeks burn.

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Ranvijay's POV

After my morning conversation about the marriage proposal, I left home feeling frustrated and made my way to Aniket's office to clear my head and discuss business.

I entered inside the building and directly went to his floor while royally ignoring all the attention I was getting.

Reaching on his floor I saw Mrs Maria a lady in her late 50's working on her desk she is a good lady since childhood she took care of aniket and his sister so I was also close with her cause me and Aniket usually stay with each other

"Hello, Mrs. Maria," I greeted her warmly.

"Oh, my what a surprise hukum sa you here? How are you?" she said while standing up and smiling.

"I am all good and how many times should I say that stop calling me hukum sa you are like a mother figure to me" I said stating the fact that this lady never listens to me whenever I tell her not to call me hukum sa

"You are soon going to be a king so I should call you hukum sa only" she replied making me sigh

"Fine is aniket inside?"I asked

"Ya he is you should go inside he must be waiting for you only"she said and I nodded at her while going towards his cabin

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Once inside Aniket's office, we dove into business talk with Ritvik. A few minutes later, the door swung open, and a familiar voice filled the room, announcing, "Mr. Saddu, here's your lunch..." It was her the same hazle eyes girl to whom I got bumped into that day at the weeding.The same girl who took my interest.

She froze, eyes wide when she saw me, and I watched her, smirking as she took me in with a look of shock and something more. She tried to make a quick exit, but thankfully, Aniket called her back.

As she sat down, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. I could see her stealing glances at me, and I wondered if she remembered the day we collided. The instant I saw her again, memories of the little girl she used to be flashed in my mind. I used to bring her chocolates secretly, much to Aniket's annoyance. But now, she was no longer that little girl. She was beautiful, with her hazel eyes that had once again captured my attention.

Then it happened. She called me *bhaiya.* I choked, nearly spitting water. *Bhaiya*? That did not sit well with me.

"Miss Shekhawat, you can call me *Mr. Rathore* or Ranvijay," I corrected her, not missing the amused look on Ritvik and Aniket's faces.

As soon as she left to take a call, they turned on me. "What was that? 'Mr. Rathore or Ranvijay'? You never let anyone call you by your name," Ritvik teased, smirking.

I shrugged. "She's Aniket's sister. I was just being polite."

Aniket gave me a warning look. "She's my sister, so stay away from her."

I rolled my eyes. "Let's get back to business."i said while changing the topic

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When our meeting ended, I stepped out of the cabin and saw her stumble again. Without a second thought, I moved forward and caught her.

She gazed up at me, cheeks flushed, and I was momentarily lost in those hazel eyes.

"Be careful while you walk, Miss Shekhawat," I murmured, trying to keep my tone light. "Why are you always stumbling and falling?"

"My dupatta got stuck. Thank you," she replied softly, straightening. I missed the warmth of her in my arms but kept my expression neutral.

"Pleasure is all mine, Miss Shekhawat," I said, smirking as she blushed and soon left with Ritvik, feeling her gaze follow us.

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I was halfway back to my office when my phone rang. It was my mother.

"Yes, Maa sa?" I answered.

"I sent you her photo and biodata. Look at it and give me an answer," she said firmly.

"Hm," I replied, resigned. There was no point arguing.

After hanging up, I opened WhatsApp. The profile photo loaded, and I froze. The girl in the photo was Anvi Shekhawat.

A smirk crossed my face. So, fate was on my side. I leaned back, thinking how perfect this twist was. The angel had captured the devil's interest.

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