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No more. Even though he had the upper hand at the moment because he kidnapped her and held her captive, she was determined to trap the player in his own wicked games.

CHAPTER 37

The ruthless bastard returned ten days later.

Tanvi was on the balcony of the penthouse by a huge swimming pool. She and Sameer were playing a game of chess.

Sameer came in each morning and stayed until dinner before he left the penthouse to return the next day. The place was maintained with heavy security, and she couldn’t open the main door to escape. And when she tried to talk Sameer into helping her escape, he looked guilty and helpless.

Although she hated that Sameer was a part of the deception too, she knew he was genuinely nice. She believed him when he said he agreed to the deceit for the sake of his family.

“By no means did Mr. Varma exploit me. He did give me a choice many times to walk away, and he would still compensate for what he had agreed to pay me. He had already given me a job at Prism and paid for my sister’s college education. Walking away would have been easy for me, but I wanted to stay because I wanted to make sure you are fine. I knew Mr. Varma wouldn’t hurt you and genuinely liked you. But I was concerned about what would happen when you discovered the truth...”

She did believe Sameer about everything. But Sameer was wrong when he thought Arjun genuinely liked her. The ruthless bastard was just a very good actor, that’s all.

“Oh, hello, Mr. Varma!” Sameer greeted when Aryan Varma walked into the outdoor pool area.

Tanvi threw him a glare before focusing on her chess game.

But the brief glare was enough to take in everything about him. He was wearing yet another expensive suit. He looked slightly leaner in the face and a little tired.

She wondered what had happened to make him look tired and tensed and lose a bit of weight. Was he worried about what she would do when he released her?

He should worry, the ruthless bastard.

But despite her anger, there was a strange hollow feeling inside her stomach seeing him suffer.

“Good evening,” he greeted in a deep voice.

He walked towards the bar area by the pool. “Drinks?” he asked.

Sameer shook his head. “Just some sparkling water for me, Mr. Varma. I have to drive back home.”

There was a sound of a bottle opening and small clinks of ice. A crystal glass with sparkling water and ice was placed next to the chess board in front of Sameer.

“And you, Miss Shetty. What would you like to have?”

Her cheeks heated at his deep voice calling by her last name. Flashes of what they had done to each other during their passionate affair filled her mind like some B-grade movie reel.

Controlling the heat in her cheeks, she glared at him. “Nothing except for my freedom,” she snapped.

He was watching her closely. His eyes passing on every feature of her face as though he missed her for so long.

Liar. Bastard.

“When will I get my freedom, you lying bastard?” she demanded.

His eyes flashed. “You’ll have to wait a while for that,” he replied.

“Then there is nothing else I want from you!”

She turned away from him. “Your move,” she told Sameer regarding their chess game.

Sameer looked uncomfortable, but he stayed as though making sure things go well between her and Aryan Varma. He moved a chess piece.

“You have to be careful, Sameer,” she said. “Even a small pawn can kill the ruthless bastard king. Check.”

Sameer looked at the board where his king was trapped by a pawn.

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