𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬.
Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love makes you do things you never intended to do, but it's distinct when you hold hands and promise to behold each oth...
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I pushed open the wrought-iron gates of the Dixit mansion with the determination of a lawyer ready to face her first case. Except I wasn't a lawyer yet, and this wasn't a case-it was a plea.
Dixit opened the door, leaning casually against the frame, looking like he'd just stepped out of a Calvin Klein ad despite the baggy hoodie barely hanging off his broad shoulders. His biceps flexed as he held a gym protein shake bottle like it was a trophy, and his perfectly disheveled hair screamed, I woke up this hot.
Dixit might be the hottest guy of our Law University but for me he is a pure Clown.
"Oh ho, Ma, bring the aarti ki thali! Look who's here-Nahella Agarkar, the Wi-Fi stealer. To what do I owe this honor? Did your neighbor finally change their password? I told you stealing passwords from neighbors is unethical." He smirk.
"Dixit, this isn't about Wi-Fi," I snapped, "I need to talk to your dad. It's important."
"Important?" He arched a devastating brow. "Like, actual important? Or Nahella-important, where you yell about democracy and I pretend to care?"
"Shut up, Dixit!" I hissed, stepping past him. "And keep your gym-bro protein shake away from me. I don't need vanilla-flavored regret on my tshirt."
He followed me inside, his footsteps slow and deliberate like he had all the time in the world to torment me. "You know," he said, taking an obnoxiously loud sip, "my dad charges twenty lakhs for a consultation. And you didn't even bring a Shahi paneer to bribe me. I'm hurt. Deeply hurt."
"Dixit," I shot him a glare over my shoulder, "your Shahi paneer obssesion will make you regret one day."
He laughed, low as I barged into the study.
Mr. Verman, Dixit's father sat behind a grand oak desk, surrounded by an army of neatly stacked papers and law books. His sharp gaze sliced through the air, silencing my thoughts like a gavel.
"Miss Agarkar," he said, his voice calm but commanding. "To what do I owe this... intrusion?"
Behind me, Dixit leaned against the doorframe, sipping his protein shake with that infuriating grin. "Oh, don't mind her, Dad. She's just here to fix India's democracy again. Or maybe she needs a Wi-Fi password. Hard to tell."
I launched into it immediately. "It's about a prisoner-Prisoner 704 from the Central Jail."
Dixit, still lurking behind me, perked up. "Oh, the jail guy? Your crush. Didn't he, like, stab someone or something? Kinda hardcore, Nahella. Didn't know you had a thing for bad boys."
I spun around and glared at him, then threw the paperweight at him. "Dixit, I swear to God, if you don't shut up-"
"Okay, okay! Jeez, you're scary when you're serious," he muttered, catching the paperweight and retreating to a corner, still grinning like an idiot.
