Buddha Mil Gaya
"Ji, Arjun ji, you called for me?" I stepped inside the room, measured, controlled. The coffee mug in my hand felt warm, steadying me as I placed it gently on the table. Arjun leaned back, eyes trailing over me lazily, a slow smirk curving his lips. There it was again-danger,attractive danger. "Hmm aao," he drawled, f...