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The thought threw her into further shock. She heard footsteps approaching on the stairs. Her heart thudded, and she continued running down the stairs.

There were fifteen floors in the building. She desperately tried to run down to the ground floor when she heard a familiar voice.

“Tanvi. Stop.”

Her heart jerked hearing Arjun’s voice. But she didn’t stop. She continued running down the stairs.

She was panting hard when she reached the ground floor. And when she tried to open the door, once again, it was locked. She kept tugging it hard, hoping it would open or that the lock would break. But it stayed closed.

The footsteps turned louder. Feeling cornered, with her back against the door, she turned.

She saw the familiar face of Arjun. But he looked entirely different. He was wearing an expensive suit, but the cocky arrogant smirk on his face was missing. He held a determined look.

“Stop!” she shouted when he came purposefully towards her.

When he was just a couple of feet away, she tried to attack him with her nails. He caught her wrists and pinned her against the door with her hands on top of her head.

It reminded her of the time when he fake attacked her to prove she didn’t know self-defense.

She struggled. But he held her captive with one hand. And then, using another, he made a phone call.

“Are you here yet?” he asked someone.

Listening to the reply, he ended the call.

She opened her mouth to shout at him, but he held out a hand, and a light mist covered her face. She coughed trying to avoid it. But soon, darkness covered the ends of her vision.

“Let me go, you bastard!” she tried to yell, but her voice came out slurred.

There was a grim look on his face. “Never, princess,” he said. “I’m never letting you go.”

At his reply, darkness took over completely.

CHAPTER 34

Tanvi groaned softly as she slowly awakened. Her head throbbed dully.

I must have overslept.

She stretched on the bed and loved how soft and plush it felt. She knew she was once again on Arjun’s bed because it smelled of him. Smiling, she burrowed even deeper into the bedding, taking a deep inhale. Slowly, she opened her eyes to see if Arjun had returned, only to blink in confusion when she saw unfamiliar curtains.

She frowned. Arjun’s bedroom didn’t have curtains, and neither did hers. Their apartments only had window shades. And the windows weren’t massive wall-to-wall extending from the ceiling to the floor.

Her heart began to pound as cobwebs in her mind began to disappear.

And then, it all rushed in—she using Arjun’s access badge, barging into the boardroom and finding out that Arjun was the owner of Prism Corporation. She recalled trying to run away, but all exits were barred. Arjun then cornered her, and then there was darkness.

Oh God.

Her stomach turned queasy. She pushed away the plush bedding and got down from the bed hurriedly. She looked around quickly and ran towards what looked like the door to a bathroom. She ran towards it. And then, yanking the door open, she rushed to the toilet just in time to throw up.

There wasn’t much in her stomach, but after it emptied, it stopped churning.

Flushing the toilet, she slowly got up. She was shocked to see a huge bathroom suite, nearly ten times the size of her apartment bathroom. There was a bathtub, a shower stall and a long countertop with dual sinks. Glossy marble and high-end fixtures screamed luxury.

Who the hell is he? Why did he go through such deception to trap me?

Her heart began thudding in fear.

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