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She took a quick cold shower before wrapping a towel around her body and stepping out of the bathroom.

She nearly screamed when she saw him in the walk-in closet area in just his underwear, taking out a fresh pair of clothes from his closet.

“What the hell are you doing here!” she shouted, even as her eyes moved over his bare chest.

“This is my bedroom, princess. My clothes are here.”

She knew that already after having been stuck in his bedroom for nearly ten days. She didn’t know why she hadn’t slept in a different room when she discovered it was his. His familiar cologne, even though it angered her, had made her feel safer.

“I locked the bedroom for a reason. Get out!”

At her order, he began to walk. But instead of moving towards the bedroom door, he walked towards her. He stopped right in front of her and placed both his hands on either side of her, trapping her.

Her heart thudded. Whether it was anger or excitement or maybe even both, she couldn’t tell. But she latched on to the anger.

“I told you not to touch me!” she said.

“I’m not touching you,” he replied.

He was right. He wasn’t technically touching her. But the buzzing electricity due to his nearness made it seem like he was touching her everywhere.

She still missed the bastard. Missed his touch. Missed his arrogant smiles. Missed his smirks. Her eyes fell on his familiar features and then his body, recalling all the times when she had touched and kissed him everywhere, exploring the fascinating taste and texture of him.

“I don’t want you near me,” she whispered, even as her breaths turned faster.

His eyes turned intensely dark, and his chest rose and fell with deeper breaths.

“Why?” he asked before lowering his head.

She held her breath when his nose neared the knot tied right above her cleavage. He didn’t touch her, but the deep inhale he took made her skin break into goosebumps. The cold water shower became useless when her body heated up dangerously.

He raised his head and took another deep whiff, this time right behind her ear.

She shivered. “Because I hate you,” she said. Her voice didn’t hold much conviction.

The arrogant bastard knew that as well because he smiled wickedly. “Just because you say it out loud many times or think it, doesn’t make it true, princess. You don’t hate me. The opposite of it is true.”

She once again became pissed because he was right.

“I do hate you!” she said, this time with more conviction. “I hate how you made me fall for you. I hate how made me believe we had something special between us. I will never forgive you for that!”

Hurling those statements, she pushed him away from her. When he took a small step back, she stormed back into the bathroom and shut the door. Leaning against it, she closed her eyes.

Deep inside, she knew why she didn’t want to listen to what he had to say. Because she knew she would once again believe his lies and fall for his trap.

Because everything inside her badly wanted to believe the man she still loved.

CHAPTER 38

Fuck.

Aryan was beyond frustrated.

After the initial two weeks of hell had extended to two more weeks because his other brother, Bhargav, was shot and injured as well, like Yash, things turned chaotic once again.

Even though two enemies out of three were trapped, the most dangerous enemy was still out there. Girish Shetty had recently found out the construction of the mall project had been halted. The older man had also found out he was being cut out of the rest of the projects.

Bankrupt along with his goodwill destroyed, the old bastard was downright dangerous.

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