❝ 𝐌𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥❞
When 𝐀𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐋𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚, walks into his world, she's nothing but soft edges and shy glances-a girl burdened with debts, abandoned by a father who never cared. She only wants f...
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AMAYA
Amisha stepped into her office at exactly 9 a.m., her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Her face was set in a mask of determination. After days of restless anxiety, she'd finally confronted Randeep about Abhimanyu. He'd assured her he'd handle it, that her tormentor would be shifted away. For the first time in days, her heart felt a flicker of peace.
But that flicker died the moment she saw him.
Abhimanyu sat beside her desk, casually leaning back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. His dark eyes surveyed the office with an infuriating mix of curiosity and amusement, a smug smirk tugging at his lips.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Amisha demanded, her voice sharp as she dropped her bag onto the desk. Anger surged, heating her cheeks as she glared at him with pure hatred.
He straightened, meeting her gaze head-on without a hint of remorse. "I'm your new assistant. Surprise." His tone dripped with sarcasm, as if they hadn't already clashed the day before.
Her jaw tightened. "Assistant?"
"Yes, doll," he drawled, the smirk widening at her reaction. "The contract is signed, sealed, and delivered." He smiled, his smile filled with mischief as always.
Amisha's fists clenched at her sides. "Who approved this?" she questioned.
"Your, Randeep sir," he replied with a casual shrug. "Apparently, I'm overqualified for the role, but I insisted."
"Why?" she snapped, stepping closer. Her voice dropped to a hiss, her eyes narrowing. "Why are you here, Abhimanyu? Tell me."
He leaned in slightly, his voice low, almost taunting. "To make your life hell, of course."
Amisha inhaled sharply, forcing herself to take a step back. "Fine," she said through gritted teeth. "But don't think for a second I'll go easy on you."
He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "We'll see, doll."
But he had no idea what he was signing up for. The office soon buzzed with rumors. It was impossible not to notice the battles waged between Amisha and Abhimanyu, loud, relentless, and often public, not caring about the world around them, ready to clash.
