Page 19 of Wicked Trap

Her father would definitely be super pissed that Sameer didn’t come from a rich, prominent family who would help his political career.

Just for that reason, she was half-tempted to date Sameer. But she knew someone like Sameer wouldn’t dare to stand up against her father. Her father would easily bully him.

Ugh. I don’t want to date anyone.

She was fine as she was. She wasn’t lying to her friends or herself when she said there were too many things going on in her life for her to think of dating anyone.

With a sigh, she stepped out of the lift when it reached the top floor. She walked towards her flat when a delicious aroma filled the air, making her stomach rumble.

It was coming from her opposite neighbor’s flat.

Mrs. Vasudev had vacated the place a day ago to go to her newer flat nearer to her daughter.

Did she change her mind?

There was classical music playing in the background inside the flat. In the few years that Tanvi had lived in her flat, she never heard Mrs. Vasudev playing classical music. It must be the new tenants.

So soon?

Expecting another old lady or an older couple, Tanvi decided to greet her new neighbors and ask if they needed any help. Even though the door was kept open, she rang the bell and knocked. While she waited, she looked inside.

Mrs. Vasudev used to have a rocking chair along with an oversized sofa set and several rugs on the floor. Pictures of her family had filled the walls along with several show pieces on small tables and stools. Compared to that décor, the current décor was shockingly minimalistic.

There was only a single dark brown couch, a matching brown wooden coffee table and a large television set. The walls were completely bare, and there were no knick knacks. She could see a king-sized bed with white bedding from the partially open bedroom door.

Maybe the old lady or couple were going to bring in the rest of the furniture later.

The music continued while sounds of cooking could be heard from the kitchen. She knocked on the door once again and called out. “Hello?”

When no one came, she decided to pay a visit the next day. She turned and was just about to leave when she heard footsteps approaching.

Putting on a pleasant smile, she turned to greet her new neighbor. But her smile froze.

Instead of an old woman, her eyes met with a bare muscular chest of a tall man with an impressive, tanned and sculpted chest. She quickly raised her eyes to the man’s face, only to be shell-shocked.

“You!” she shouted.

The man’s lips slowly twisted into a familiar smirk, flashing his dimple.

“Hello, princess,” he greeted.

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Tanvi tried to make sense of what she was seeing. Even though she blinked a couple of times, the handsome face with a familiar smirk and dimples remained the same.

The arrogant man she hated was standing in front of her in the opposite apartment.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded.

He raised an eyebrow. “I stay here, princess.”

She couldn’t believe it.

“Staying with whom?” she asked. She clung to the hope he was just helping his parents or grandparents move and would leave soon.

“I’m not staying with anyone.”

The small hope that he might be the visiting son or grandson of her new neighbor also faded.

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