𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝖝 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐡𝐢 𝐆𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐚
𝐇𝐢𝐦~ "𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮"
𝐇𝐞𝐫~ "𝐈.. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭..... "
Abhimaan Singh Rathore rules Rajasthan. As king and CEO of ASR Corp Ltd, his name...
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The memory of Paridhi's hurt face haunted Abhimaan as he sat in his study, surrounded by papers and files. Try as he might, he couldn't focus on his work.
The image of Paridhi's tearful eyes kept flashing before him, making it impossible to concentrate.
Abhimaan let out a heavy sigh, running his hand through his hair in frustration. He muttered to himself,
"Why can't I shake this feeling? I need to work, but all I can think about is her."
He stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the garden below.
The sun was painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. It reminded him of the color Paridhi's cheeks turned when she blushed.
"Stop it," he scolded himself.
"You're supposed to be angry with her, remember?"
But even as he said the words, he knew he wasn't really angry.
He was scared.
The sight of that burn on Paridhi's arm had triggered something in him a fierce, overwhelming need to protect her, even from herself.
Abhimaan closed his eyes, remembering the moment he saw the burn.
"I overreacted," he admitted to the empty room.
"But seeing her hurt... it was like a knife to my heart."
He walked back to his desk and slumped into his chair.
"Why can't she understand?" he muttered, frustration evident in his voice.
"I'm just trying to keep her safe. Is that so wrong?"
A soft knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Abhimaan quickly tried to compose himself, straightening his posture and clearing his throat.
"Come in," he called out, his voice steadier than he felt.
The door opened, and his father, Abhimanyu Singh Rathore, entered the study.
Abhimaan felt a mix of relief and apprehension at the sight of his father. On one hand, he was glad for the distraction.
On the other, he knew his father's perceptive gaze would likely see right through him.
"Abhi," Abhimanyu said, his voice warm but concerned.
"You've been here for hours. Is everything alright?"
Abhimaan forced a smile, hoping it looked more convincing than it felt.
"Everything's fine, Baba Sa. Just catching up on some work."
Abhimanyu nodded, though his eyes were sceptical. He took a seat across from Abhimaan, his gaze never leaving his son's face.
