Book-1
THE MONSOON LOVE SERIES
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AARYA SHEKHAWAT
She's a remarkable businesswoman. Known for her cold, intimidating, and dominant demeanor in the business world. She holds a unique position as the only female entrepreneur with s...
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The car stopped in front of an abandoned mansion. When Mahir came out of the car, he couldn't believe his eyes. The mansion appeared to be centuries old, its once pristine white walls now cloaked in darkness. It layed in ruins, scattered into fragmants as if an unfortunate event has wrenched the life of this once magnificient palace.
As the man started walking inside, Mahir followed him with careful steps. His eyes kept wandering around, scanning and observing the dismantled architecture. After walking for a while, the man stopped in front of a door. He knocked for once and then persuaded Mahir to go inside. Hesitantly, Mahir took steps, opening the door and found a figure standing in front of him at the far end of the room. As he walked inside, he observed that the room had minimal furniture- a big, large table accompanied by an equally large chair and couch. The room seemed fresh and well maintained, unlike the rest of the palace. It appeared that this room had been in use for quite some time.
As Mahir's gaze locked at the figure in front of him, a series of silent curses released from his lips. A man was standing in front of him, wearing the same mask that he saw that day in the hotel. He tightened his hold on the file in his hand to control his temper.
The man was looking at a lighter in his hand. He was playing with it lazily, as if ignoring another presence in the room. A minute passed by, and no one spoke. Getting irritated by his actions, Mahir finally spoke,
"Say something, will you? I came here, while putting my life in danger to give you all these confidential documents of my company and you aren't even saying a word?"
"Easy, boy. Easy." Saying so, the man again started playing with the lighter, but this time his eyes were directed at Mahir.
Mahir's nose flared with anger. He clenched his jaw tightly, which made his muscles pump harder. His patience was slipping away.
Another minute passed with no conversation. Now, Mahir was beyong agitated. He slammed the file on the table and said in a dangerously low voice,
"Get it all done."
The man stopped playing and silently took the file in his hands. He opened it and started checking through it. All the while, Mahir kept looking at him nervously, observing every movement of his eyes. His breath was stuck in his throat the entire time. It was only when the man kept the file back that Mahir made a silent sign of relief.
"Good." Said the man as he sat on the chair.
"Okayy.." Mahir let his sentence trail off, waiting for the man to complete it. But when he didn't, Mahir huffed. "Guess my work is done then." Saying so, he was about to turn around when the man's voice stopped him.
"Why so hurry, Mahir? Come, have a drink with me."
Mahir turned around and looked at the man with disbelief as he poured the drinks and forwarded a glass to Mahir, gesturing for him to take it. He paused when he saw Mahir standing still and raised his eyebrow.
