Deal or चाह?
CEO × Model
Sunshine + Super couple
Revenge - Drama - Romance
Swati Khanna, a supermodel back in 2019, had everything in her embrace: love, fame, wealth, and a successful career. She achieved all this through three years of struggle a...
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Swati stepped into Agastya's sprawling mansion, exhausted from her day managing the whirlwind of Nakul and Keeya's endless demands. The ache in her head felt like a dull hammer, beating rhythmically in sync with the rapid pulse in her temples.
She leaned her head against the cool wall for a moment, her hand rubbing her forehead as she closed her eyes. The noise and tension of the day still echoed in her ears, as if Nakul and Keeya's voices lingered in her thoughts, taunting her with their relentless arguments over the lingerie project.
Lost in her thoughts, she barely heard Agastya's voice.
"You don't have to do that lingerie project,"
he said, his tone casual but laced with something sharper.
"I already exposed their entire setup to the media."
Swati's eyes snapped open, and she turned to face him, confused.
How did Agastya know about this project—one she'd never discussed with him? And more importantly, why did he take such a decisive step on her behalf? She studied him, waiting for an explanation, but he continued scrolling on his phone, not even sparing her a glance.
Shaking her head slightly, Swati dismissed her curiosity, chalking it up to Agastya's mysterious ways. She was too tired to dig into it, though she couldn't deny the strange flutter that rose in her chest. She turned to continue up the wide staircase, her steps heavy with fatigue. She had almost reached the top when Agastya's voice, deep and slightly amused, reached her again.
"The nurse is waiting for you in the room upstairs,"
he said.
"Make sure you get that burn blister checked."
Swati nodded without thinking, too exhausted to do anything more than comply. She trudged down the hallway, but as she looked around, her confidence wavered. The mansion's layout was confusing, and she realized she had no idea which room was meant to be hers. Corridors stretched in all directions, each corner looking identical to the last, and she felt like a lost child wandering in an unfamiliar maze.
"Wah,"
she muttered under her breath, glancing around,
"yeh ghar hai ya bhool bhulaiya? Kaunse direction mein jaana tha?"
"Kya hua, Jaan?"
Agastya's voice came from behind her, soft yet carrying a teasing edge. Swati jumped, startled, clutching her hand to her chest as she turned to see him standing there, arms crossed, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. His gaze held hers, a spark of mischief glinting in his dark eyes.
