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Chapter 16 : Marble and Mischief

**Abhishek's POV**

Abhishek was in his home office, surrounded by a sea of files and documents. The sunlight streaming through the large windows bathed the room in a warm, golden glow, but it did little to dispel the intensity of his focus.

His wealth from the mafia business and clubs provided him with financial security, but it was his work that kept him grounded. Abhishek thrived on the challenge, the constant engagement of his mind. Idleness, he knew, was a luxury he couldn't afford. Suspicion often accompanied those who seemed too idle in his world, and he was all too aware of the fine line he walked.

His company was a testament to his intellect and determination—a creation built from the ground up. He prided himself on maintaining strong relationships with key figures and staying sharp. It wasn't just about proving his worth; it was about preserving his edge. The moment he let himself become complacent, he risked losing everything.

He dialed Sumedh's number, the impatient tapping of his fingers betraying his agitation.

"Sumedh, what's the status on the warehouse checks?" Abhishek's voice was clipped, betraying his urgency.

"We're still going through them, Abhi," Sumedh's voice crackled with a mix of reassurance and weariness. "We're being thorough, but no findings yet."

Abhishek exhaled sharply. "Make sure we're not missing anything. I have a feeling Clark is hiding something crucial."

"I'll keep you posted," Sumedh replied, and the call ended.

Abhishek returned to his files, but his concentration was disrupted by the chime of a new call. He glanced at the screen, seeing Sofia's name. A mixture of frustration and reluctant gratitude surged within him. She had saved his life, and despite her current role as a distraction, he owed her.

"Hello?" he answered, trying to sound composed.

"Mr. Nigam!" Sofia's voice was bright, cutting through his frustration. "I need to talk to you about buying supplies for your new house—marble types, structural designs, material selections, lighting, plants etc. and everything needed for the house-building process."

Abhishek glanced at the clock, his irritation surfacing. "Ms. Hayat, really? I was in the middle of something important."

"I know, I'm sorry," she said, her voice softening. "But it's important. The house needs to be perfect, and you can't leave this to the last minute."

He rubbed his temples, knowing she had a point. "Alright, fine. I'll pick you up."

"Great! I'll be ready."

Abhishek ended the call with a sigh. He quickly changed into his all-black suit, the sharp lines and sleek fabric a stark contrast to his mood. He headed downstairs to his Bugatti, appreciating the smooth purr of the engine as he drove toward Sofia's house.

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**Sofia's POV**

The distinctive roar of a powerful engine broke the morning calm, followed by the sharp sound of a horn. Sofia peered out the window and saw Abhishek's Bugatti parked elegantly at the curb. She quickly grabbed her purse, phone, and keys, her anticipation growing.

She had chosen a white summer dress adorned with yellow flowers, paired with a denim jacket withe her hair in waves opened. The outfit was casual yet stylish, perfect for a day out. Slipping on her sunglasses, she headed downstairs, excitement bubbling beneath her composed exterior.

As she stepped outside, she marveled at the Bugatti's sleek design. Its dark, glossy exterior gleamed in the sunlight, and she admired its beauty. As she entered her eyes met Abhishek's green eyes looking something else against the backdrop of the car's black interior. His gaze was warm, and she couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest.