Oberoi's Ardhangini

CH | 8

Pranavi saw the shift in his demeanor and couldn't help but feel a little scared. After all, they weren't familiar!

"But he's your fiance! What are you supposed to call him without his name?" Her inner voice mocked her.

"Shut up!" Pranavi scowled when her inner voice chuckled, "Maybe try Mr. Arroagnt? or Mr. Handsome?"

"You!!" She was furious with her stupid thoughts and shut them up for a while.

Gazing at the scene, Ashok was baffled. He didn't know whether to stop Pranavi or let her come, because, from Jwalin's expressions, Ashok understood Jwalin knew her, but the signs weren't good!

"Mr. Oberoi, do you know her?" Ashok politely asked since it'd be better to be cautious.

Pranavi heard the question and expected a yes, but to her dismay, Jwalin replied with a straight face, "No."

"What the actual fuck!" Pranavi cussed in her mind hearing that.

Ignoring the warning bells, she yelled, "Hey, Mr! Don't you know me?"

Listening to the tone Pranavi used, Ashok pitied her, "What a poor girl she was! She doesn't know whom she was messing with!"

Shaking their heads, the secretary's team glanced at her with sympathy while sighing, "Why was she challenging our President? Oh, god! She's so done in his hands!"

On the other hand, Jwalin stiffened and he seemed to be in deep thoughts, but the coldness with a tinge of ruthlessness emanated from him, making the temperature around them turn chilly.

Hearing no response from him, "You were the one who put this ring on me!" Pranavi lost it and yelled at Jwalin while showing her finger on his face, making Jwalin enraged.

Listening to that, all the members remained rooted in their tracks, not knowing what to do, and were sweating profusely, while exchanging glances.

Jwalin gave a scrutinizing glance at her, his face stone cold, which gave chills to the people present, including Pranavi.

But she knew this wasn't the time to act cowardly, or else this man would be even more arrogant!

With the thought in her mind, she portrayed a brave facade though her palms were sweating in nervousness.

Jwalin gave a slight mocking chuckle while his gaze was hostile, and muttered, "Is it?"

Eyeing him, she felt her breath hitch. "Damn him! Why did it seem so frightening when he chuckled?"

"Oh god! Save me from this overly scary handsome man!" She mumbled under her breath, hoping that would help her!

The scene appeared as if it was frozen, except for Jwalin's piercing gaze on Pranavi and her gulps.

Everybody else stayed firm in their tracks, too scared to utter a word and fearing the wrath of Jwalin if they mistakenly took any misstep now, especially when their president was super pissed off!

Jwalin slowly strode towards Pranavi, who stood there in panic and there was a dark glint in his pitch-black eyes as if he was going to enjoy the humiliation he was about to give her.

With that, he grabbed her hand roughly, pulling her dangerously close to him, which was affecting her mind and heart.

She was driven into a state of frenzy and her thoughts clouded in panic. His warm breath hitting on her cheeks made her extremely flustered, and she couldn't help but crane her neck to face him.

Her thoughts ran a marathon, "Damn it! What the heck was he trying to do?"

She gulped hard in realization, "It was plain stupid of me to meet him!"