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"K-kon ho tum?" she demanded, her voice trembling but firm. "Yahan kya kar rahe ho aise?!"
Krishiv's expression hardened instantly.
His cold mask snapped back into place.
"Tumse matlab," he replied flatly.
Her jaw dropped in disbelief.
"Tumhe tameej nahi hai kya? Bina knock kiye kaise aa gaye?"
He gave a short, humorless laugh.
"Oh hello, miss. Pehle baat toh aapne darwaza khula chhoda hua tha. Aur waise bhi... ye washroom bada hai. I don't mind. Apna kaam karo aur niklo yahan se."
Her eyes flashed with anger.
"Tum mujhe nikalne ko keh rahe ho?" she snapped. "Khud aise lafangon ke jaise, besharm ke tarah mere saamne bina shirt pehne khade ho!"
His eyes darkened.
He took one slow step forward.
"Kya karne aaye ho yahan?" she demanded.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
Cold.
Provoking.
"Wahi jo do jawan ladka ladki akele karte hain."
Silence.
Her anger exploded.
"Dekho! Mujhse door raho samjhe!" she warned. "Dikhte toh acche khaase ghar ke ho aur aise neech harkatein karne mein sharam nahi aati?"
Something snapped.
His smirk vanished.
His eyes turned dangerous.
"Kya kaha tumne?" he asked quietly.
"Main tumhe neech dikhta hoon?" he continued, voice low and lethal.
He took another step.
She instinctively moved back.
Her back hit the wall.
He was too close now.
Too tall.
Too intense.
Her heart pounded.
But she didn't look away.
"Door raho mujhse," she said through clenched teeth.
"Nahi raha toh kya kar logi?" he challenged.
There was arrogance in his tone.
Anger.
And something else.
A storm he himself didn't fully understand.
Her hand moved.
Fast.
A sharp sound echoed in the marble room.
Slap.
His face turned slightly to the side.
Silence followed.
The sting spread across his cheek.
His jaw clenched.
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