BEYOND UNFINISHED✔️

Chapter 43. When Hearts Whisper and Shadows Stir

Song:- For you. (Rita Ora).

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Third POV.

The morning sun spilled golden light across the courtyard, wrapping the estate in warmth and quiet serenity. Anaya sat with Arjun, their breakfast shared in comfortable silence. She sipped her juice slowly, admiring the view of the estate as a gentle breeze played with her loose hair.

Arjun didn't miss the way her eyes gleamed with wonder, as though this place was a dream she never expected to live in. His gaze lingered on her soft expressions, her peaceful smile. He cleared his throat, drawing her attention.

"Ahem... I take it that you like this place," he said casually, but his eyes held a rare softness. "So... what do you say I take you to our farm? You'll love it."

Anaya turned to him, her face lit up. But then her eyes widened when she realized he caught her staring at him—again. Arjun's smile widened, clearly enjoying the moment.

"I like this idea," she replied quickly, cheeks burning. "Anyway, I have nothing to do right now..."

'Ugh, stop ogling him, idiot!' she mentally scolded herself.

Arjun chuckled at her reaction. "You're terrible at hiding it, you know."

She huffed and looked away. "You're impossible."

He grinned. "And you're blushing." He leaned in and gently flicked her nose. "Now go change. I want to show you something special."

She ran off, hiding her flustered smile. Arjun watched her disappear, the warmth in his expression instantly turning cold. He pulled out his phone and dialed Ron.

"Is Miss Brook landed?" His voice was icy now—calculated, detached.

"Yes, sir. Miss Sarah is already in your office, working through the pending files," Ron answered crisply.

"Good. I'll speak to her myself." Arjun hung up and immediately called Sarah.

"Morning, Mr. Rajvansh. I was waiting for your call. What do you need me to handle?" came Sarah's professional tone.

"Settle in first. I'll see you the day after tomorrow. We've got to clean a lot of shit around here," he said darkly, a servant helping him into a fresh white shirt as he spoke.

Their call ended just as Anaya returned.

Arjun turned—and froze. She stood at the threshold, sunlight brushing her bare shoulders, her skin glowing. She wore a soft floral top and shorts that hugged her creamy thighs. Her delicate beauty made him forget to breathe.

God, she's ethereal. And she's mine. Only mine.

She noticed him staring and flushed again. "Jenna said this was the only dress, so..."

"You look beautiful," he said, walking up and gently taking her cold hands in his warm ones. "And don't worry—there's no one here. Just us."

"You changed your shirt?" she asked.

"Yeah. But don't worry, it's just the shirt. My body is for your eyes only, baby," he said, smirking as she turned red.

"Ugh, stop," she murmured, but couldn't suppress her smile.

"Come on," he said, leading her out by the hand. "Let me show you my world."

Later at the Farm...

The vast land stretched endlessly, lush with life. Arjun introduced her to the horses, leading her toward the stables.