# 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
Aayansh Agniwanshi a king of jaipur and CEO of Agniwanshi CO. Lit. A mafia king with ruthless, grumpy, cold.
'Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.' A...
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Ishanvi stepped into her law firm, her heels clicking against the marble flooring, her presence exuding power. Employees greeted her with respect as she walked past, her sharp eyes scanning the office with precision.
"Good morning, Ma’am," her assistant, Rishika, greeted, handing her the case files for the day.
"Good morning," Ishanvi responded, her tone professional. "Schedule my client meeting for noon, and get me all the case updates by then."
"Yes, Ma’am."
Walking into her cabin, she set her bag aside, removed her blazer, and rolled up her sleeves. Work. That was what she needed. That was what she always used as a distraction.
And yet—her mind drifted.
To the way Aayansh had looked at her this morning.
To the way he had pulled back when she fell.
To his words.
"No one will come to catch you now."
She scoffed, shaking her head. "Good. Mujhe zaroorat bhi nahi hai."
[I don’t need him anyway.]
Throwing herself into her work, she read through legal drafts, discussed case strategies, and attended back-to-back meetings. This was her world. The only place where she had control.
And yet…
The back of her mind remained distracted.
Annoyed at herself, she tightened her grip on the pen "Bas, Ishanvi. Yeh aadat pad gayi thi bas. Ab nahi hai toh farq mat padne de."
[Enough, Ishanvi. You were just used to it. Now that he’s not there, don’t let it affect you.]
She refused to let it affect her.
Meanwhile, at Agniwanshi Industries, Aayansh sat in his cabin, fingers drumming on the table as he stared at the reports in front of him.
The numbers were fine. Profits were good. The business was running smoothly.
But his mind? Nowhere near his work.
Instead, it was stuck on one thing.
Or rather, one person.
Ishanvi.
His wife
Or perhaps… not his anymore.
His jaw clenched as he remembered the way she had looked at him before leaving.
That flicker of something in her eyes when he didn’t hold her.
Had it been shock?
Hurt?
No. She wouldn’t care. She had made that clear, hadn’t she?
