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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Agastya stormed into his mansion, his footsteps echoing sharply against the marble floors. His hand gripped Swati's wrist tightly, dragging her behind him. His face was a storm of emotions—anger, frustration, and something far more dangerous he couldn't quite name. Swati, struggling to keep up with his pace, stumbled slightly but said nothing, her mind still reeling from what had just unfolded at the company.
When they finally reached the grand living room, Agastya abruptly released her wrist, and Swati instinctively cradled it, wincing at the pinkish marks left by both the manager and Agastya's grip. Before she could even process her thoughts, Agastya turned to her, his breathing ragged, his eyes blazing with a fury she'd never seen before.
Swati's heart skipped a beat as she took an instinctive step back, only to find herself pushed against the cold wall behind her. Her back hit the surface with a soft thud, and before she could react, Agastya closed the distance between them, caging her in. His hands slammed against the wall on either side of her head, and his body hovered mere inches from hers, radiating an intensity that made her skin prickle.
Swati's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to steady herself. Her gaze darted to Agastya's face, and what she saw there froze her in place. His jaw was clenched, his dark eyes blazing with a mix of emotions—anger, hurt, and something deeper, more primal.
"Agastya..."
she began softly, her voice trembling, but she stopped short when his hand moved, punching the wall beside her head with such force that she flinched violently.
The sharp sound of his knuckles cracking against the hard surface echoed in the room, and Swati's wide eyes darted to his hand. Blood trickled from his split knuckles, smearing against the pristine white wall, but Agastya didn't seem to notice—or care.
"I clearly told you,"
he growled, his voice low and dangerous,
"that you weren't to do that lingerie project. Then why the hell did you go there?"
Swati opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. Her lips parted in shock as she met his gaze, and for the first time, she realized just how deeply his anger ran. She had only ever seen the cold, controlled Agastya Vasani—the calculating businessman who rarely showed his emotions. This version of him, unhinged and burning with raw intensity, made her heart race in fear and something else she didn't want to name.
