𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬

𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐗 𝐀𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚

Her lips parted slightly, a whisper escaping before she could stop herself.
"Abhimanyu Singh Rathore..."

The man - Abhimanyu - looked up from her resume, his expression unreadable.

"Akshita Mehra," he said slowly, as if tasting her name on his tongue.

She sat straighter, pretending her heartbeat wasn't thundering in her ears.

"So you're from Rishikesh, huh?" He leaned back again. His eyes gleamed with coldness. "So tell me, Miss Rishikesh... why should I hire you?"

Her throat went dry, but she forced her words out. "Sir, my main focus will be on growth and development of the company-"

He raised one eyebrow, cutting her sentence like a blade. "By fighting with the CEO?"

A low chuckle slipped from his lips as he tossed the resume back on the desk. The sound made her blood boil.

"You know what I want to do right now?" His tone turned sharper, colder. "Kick you out of my company. But... but..."

He leaned forward suddenly, his elbows on the desk, his eyes boring into hers. Her breath hitched under the intensity of his gaze.

"I have an offer for you, Miss Rishikesh."

Her brows furrowed. "O-Offer?"

"Yes. An offer to work as my P.A."