Rathore's Vengeance

Sixteen

Abhimanyu looked at the file in front of him and sighed. He just returned from meetings, and both meetings had gone well, and Abhimanyu leaned back in his seat, drifting in his thoughts.

Abhimanyu Rathore's POV

Abhimanyu closed the door to his office cabin, the lingering energy of the recent meeting barely registering in his mind. He sat down heavily in his chair, but instead of feeling relief, he was plagued by the thoughts that had haunted him since that moment with Misha.

He couldn't get it out of his head way her body felt against his, the warmth that had spread through him, the softness of her waist under his hand. It was as if the encounter had left a mark on him, something he couldn't shake, no matter how hard he tried.

"I can't get these feelings," he muttered under his breath, frustration lacing his voice. "I don't want this to happen again."

But even as he said the words, he knew it wasn't just the physical contact that disturbed him. It was her, Misha herself. What was she doing to him? What power did she have to make him feel so... off balance?

He pushed the thoughts away and forced himself to focus on something else-anything else. His thoughts went back to his marriage, a reminder of their marriage. A marriage that, in his mind, had been a mere formality, a necessity. But now, that formality was turning into something more complicated.

He thought about the way she had spoken to him before, the way she dared to talk back to him. Her bravery was unlike anything he had encountered before. Most people cowered in his presence, their eyes filled with fear at just the sight of him. But Misha? She stood her ground, her brave eyes meeting his without a hint of fear.

How could she be so fearless? How could she look at him with those eyes, challenging him without a word? It was maddening.

He let out a sigh, rubbing his temples as if to rid himself of these thoughts.
"I hate her," he whispered to himself, his voice tinged with more confusion than conviction. "I will never make the same mistake again."

But even as he said it, the memory of her gaze, the feeling of her body against his, lingered in his mind. And despite his determination to push it all away, he knew deep down that this was far from over. Misha was changing something in him, and it terrified him to admit it, even to himself.

Abhimanyu's thoughts were interrupted when Adith entered the cabin. Instantly, Abhimanyu composed his cold expression.

"What is it?" Abhimanyu asked with a chill in his tone.

"Everything is ready for the meeting, sir," Adith replied politely.

"Everyone is already present; it's time to start the meeting, sir," Adith added, informing him about the meeting.

"Let's go then," Abhimanyu said coldly, rising from his seat and adjusting his coat. His serious demeanour was firmly in place.

Abhimanyu left the room with Adith following closely behind, heading toward the meeting room.

Adith opened the door to the meeting room, and Arnav entered, taking his seat.

The room was filled with Arnav, Aavyan, and other businessmen. The meeting commenced, focusing on an important project they were about to lead. Presentations began, and Abhimanyu listened intently, his expression stern and unyielding. Arnav, as usual, maintained his cold, detached demeanour, focusing on his file and showing little interest in the discussions. Aavyan, on the other hand, was attentive and engaged, absorbing every detail of the meeting.

As the meeting concluded and the other businessmen exited the room, Abhimanyu, Arnav, and Aavyan remained behind.

Abhimanyu sighed before speaking. "Arnav, I need you to handle the paperwork for this project."