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Chapter 20 : Pressure Points

**Abhishek's POV**

Abhishek stood in the bathroom, his eyes fixed on his reflection, barely visible through the thick layer of fog coating the mirror. The steam from the hot shower clung to his skin as he ran a hand through his damp hair. Suddenly, a dull throb pulsed at the back of his head, a reminder of Sofia's swing with the bat from the day before. He gritted his teeth, recalling her smug expression as she bested him.

But that small, amused smirk that threatened to pull at his lips was quickly suppressed as his hand reached up to wipe the fog from the mirror, revealing the familiar sight of the scars etched into his skin.

His green eyes grew cold, the memories of every battle, every betrayal, and every painful lesson returning to him. Each scar was a mark of survival in a world where weakness could not exist. Sofia's face flashed in his mind, but he banished the thought instantly. *Distractions have no place here.* He wouldn't let her—couldn't let her—worm her way into his thoughts. With a sharp intake of breath, he turned from the mirror and finished getting ready, his focus entirely on the day ahead.

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**Abhishek's POV**

At the office, the usual buzz of work greeted him. Abhishek strode through the hallways with purpose, his presence demanding attention. Inside his office, Sumedh stood by the window, waiting.

"Progress?" Abhishek's tone was clipped, his question more a command than a request.

Sumedh turned, phone in hand, nodding. "We've identified the warehouse. It's located farther out than we expected, hidden in an industrial area. But we need to wait before we act—"

"Wait?" Abhishek interrupted, his voice icy, the air in the room growing tense. His green eyes bore into Sumedh's. "I don't wait, Sumedh."

Sumedh swallowed before continuing. "We need to monitor their security rotations. We can't afford a misstep. Once we know their schedule, we'll strike when they're at their weakest."

Abhishek's jaw tightened, but he said nothing. His patience was wearing thin. *Delays only create opportunities for mistakes.* His cold gaze shifted to the paperwork on his desk.

"And the weapons shipment?"

Sumedh began to speak, but the sound of soft laughter from outside the door caught Abhishek's attention. His brow furrowed, and his head turned, his eyes narrowing in the direction of the noise. And then she walked in—Sofia.

She wore a knee-length dress, her pale skin glowing under the harsh office lights. Her blue eyes sparkled as she chatted with the employees, her brown hair swaying as she laughed. She looked like she didn't belong here. *She looks like a breath of sunshine in the middle of a storm.*

Sumedh paused mid-sentence, following Abhishek's gaze before clearing his throat awkwardly. "I'll update you later," Sumedh muttered, stepping back.

Abhishek's eyes followed Sofia as she moved through the office, her laughter infecting the space with an energy that felt so out of place. He clenched his fist, annoyance bristling beneath his skin. *How does she do this?* He couldn't let her disrupt the order of his world.

"Ms. Sunshine," Abhishek said, his voice cold as ice as he stepped forward, his words cutting through the air. "What are you doing here?"

Sofia glanced at him annoyed, a small frown forming on her lips. "Don't call me that."

Ignoring her, Abhishek's gaze hardened. "Why not? You waltz in here like everything is a game, spreading sunshine and laughter wherever you go." His tone was mocking now, laced with disdain.