Junoon E tishnagi

Chapter 6: *A Dangerous Game*

Aarohi's heart pounded as she sat at her desk, trying to steady her trembling hands. The meeting had just ended, and she was finally beginning to relax when *Ansh Rai Singhania* had pointed directly at her, his cold eyes locking with hers.

**Ansh (calm but firm):**
"You. Come to my cabin in five minutes. Bring your two best designs with you."

Her stomach twisted in knots. *Why was he calling her?* Did he remember the slap? What was he planning? Her mind raced, and anxiety gnawed at her.

**Aarohi (thinking):**
"Why did he single me out? Does he remember me? What if this is about that night?"

Samaira, who had been beside her throughout the meeting, leaned over, her expression concerned.

**Samaira (whispering):**
"Aaru, are you okay? Why did he call you? Does he—"

**Aarohi (whispering back, cutting her off):**
"I don't know, Samaira. I hope it's just about the designs... but what if he remembers everything?"

Samaira squeezed her hand, trying to reassure her.

**Samaira:**
"Just stay calm. Show him your work, and maybe it'll all be fine."

But Aarohi knew better. There was something in Ansh's eyes during the meeting that made her think otherwise—something dark and calculating. She quickly gathered her two best designs and clutched them to her chest. With a deep breath, she stood up and walked toward his office.

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### The Confrontation

The walk to Ansh's cabin felt like a death march. Aarohi's mind was flooded with thoughts of that fateful night, the slap, and the burning anger in his eyes. She paused just outside his door, taking one last deep breath before knocking softly.

**Aarohi (nervously):**
"Sir... may I come in?"

There was a brief silence before his voice responded from inside.

**Ansh (coldly):**
"Hmm... come in."

Aarohi opened the door, stepping into the large, imposing office. The air was thick with tension. Ansh sat behind his massive oak desk, his expression unreadable. Without looking up, he gestured for her to come closer.

**Ansh (without looking up):**
"Show me the designs."

Her hands shook slightly as she walked over and placed her designs on his desk.

**Aarohi (nervously):**
"Yeh lijiye, sir."

For a moment, Ansh didn't even glance at the designs. Instead, he stood up from his chair and walked around the desk, coming closer to her. Aarohi stiffened, her heart racing, as he approached. He stopped right in front of her, his presence overwhelming and intimidating.

Without warning, he grabbed her wrist tightly, his grip firm and unyielding.

**Ansh (his voice low, filled with venom):**
"Tumhein laga main bhool gaya?"

Aarohi's breath hitched as she stared up at him, her pulse racing.

**Ansh (leaning in closer):**
"Look at you. Tum mere hi office mein, mere hi under kaam kar rahi ho. Kitni irony hai, hai na?"

He tightened his grip on her wrist, and Aarohi winced, trying to pull away. But his hold was strong, and his eyes burned with the same rage she had seen that night on the road.

**Ansh (mocking):**
"And what's your name again? Oh, right—*Miss Aarohi Sharma*. Just wait and watch. Tumhara jeena kaise haram karta hoon main."