The illegitimate daughter of a powerful businessman, she was sent to live with her six half-brothers after her father's sudden death.
The boys were born from privilege, pride, and perfectly manicured bloodlines. No one welcomed her. No one cared.
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Chapter 69 (Inspired By Damon Salvator) Available on Scrollstack Username - Melodyofcyra
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Clack. Clack.
The sharp, rhythmic sound echoed against the glass walls of the cabin.
Maheer sat sprawled in her high-backed leather chair, one leg crossed over the other. She was dressed in a crisp ivory satin blouse tucked into a charcoal-grey pencil skirt that hugged her curves and ended a few inches above her knees. A pair of nude stilettos dangled from her toes as she leaned back.
Clack. Clack.
The small rubber ball hit the door of her cabin again before bouncing back into her hand, only to be thrown once more by her ring-clad fingers.
Going back to the past was never part of her plan. But then again, neither was losing herself the way she had.
A faint knock echoed through the cabin, which she ignored, as her gaze flickered toward the small screen on her desk that displayed the CCTV feed outside her cabin. A wave of anger flickered inside her. So she chose not to care.
Clack.
The ball hit the door again.
On the other side, the man sighed heavily; a second later, the handle turned. And the door opened.
At the exact same moment, Maheer threw the ball again, harder this time.
It flew straight toward the entrance. But before it could collide—
A hand shot up mid-air. And caught it effortlessly.
Veeransh stepped inside, the ball now resting in his palm. For a brief second, silence stretched between them.
Maheer's eyes snapped toward him, sharp and unwelcoming, a glare settling instantly on her face. There was no surprise or hesitation; it was just pure, unfiltered annoyance at the intrusion.
But Veeransh, his eyes softened
To Veeransh, she was his power—the reason he could stand against the world—and his weakness—the one person who could bring him down without even trying.
He could see the cracks, the subtle tension in her fingers. The world might not see, but she looked fragile. His grip on the ball tightened unconsciously.
"So," he finally spoke, "breaking office property now?"
Maheer leaned back further into her chair, unfazed, one brow arching slightly as her lips curled into a faint, mocking smirk.
"You walked in uninvited; consider that a warning shot."
A corner of Veeransh's lips twitched.
"Why does my Scarlet sound so rude?" Veeransh cooed softly.
