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IVAAN SINGH RAGHUVANSHI
ADHIRA ARORA
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"Ahh finally, the meeting is over and tomorrow night, finally, we can go back." Adhira shouted while entering the room and directly fell on the bed with her hands and legs spread making her look like a starfish . Ivaan who was following her behind shook his head looking at her and told her while removing his tie, "First go and freshen up, Miss. Arora rather then laying on the bed like a lazy person."
Adhira rolled her eyes as she heard him and told him while rolling on the bed like a child, "No, first you go and get freshen up . I will get freshen up after you only ."
Ivaan looked at her with blank face, being so done with her lazy behaviour. He knows their is no use in arguing with her cause she is not going to listen to him anyways so he made his way inside the bathrom before taking his clothes.
"Adhira, wake up, baccha," she heard Ivaan's voice gently calling out to her as she stirred from her slumber. His touch on her hair was tender, his affection palpable in every caress. Adhira's eyelids fluttered open slowly, revealing wide eyes filled with surprise, only to meet Ivaan's gaze brimming with pure adoration for her.
A gasp escaped Adhira's trembling lips when he drew her closer to him, enveloping her in the warmth of his embrace. Her eyes blinked rapidly, trying to comprehend the sudden closeness as her breath hitched with a mix of confusion and exhilaration at his unexpected gesture.
"Mr. Raghuvanshi, kya kar rahe hain aap?" she managed to question him, her voice struggling as she attempted to free herself from his hold, yet finding herself ensnared by his unyielding grip that only tightened around her.
[Mr. Raghuvanshi, what are you doing?]
Not able to withstand the intensity of his touch, she shut her eyes momentarily when his fingers grazed her cheek, a jolt of electricity coursing through her every nerve. A low chuckle resonated from him, a dark yet alluring sound that echoed in the room, eliciting a shiver down her spine.
"Open your eyes, Adhira, and look at me," he commanded in a velvety voice, continuing to stroke her cheek gently. She shook her head in denial, unable to muster the courage to meet his piercing gaze, a gaze that held her entranced like a forbidden enchantment.
With a swallow thickening her throat, she felt his warm breath teasing her lips, the proximity between them causing her heart to race like a thundering storm. Her head instinctively lowered, her eyes remaining shut, her turmoil palpable in the way her chest rose and fell with erratic breaths.
Taking control, he lifted her chin with a firm yet gentle touch, coaxing her to meet his unwavering stare. "I said open your eyes, Adhira, and look at me," his tone authoritative and cool, sending a chill down her spine. Reluctantly, she obeyed, her hazel-brown gaze locking with his mesmerizing forest-green eyes that seemed to peer straight into the depths of her soul, stirring a wave of nervousness within her.
