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He could read her easily and was watching her with hooded eyes and an amused smirk.

“Go to hell!” she snapped.

And then, stepping into her apartment, she slammed the door shut and once again leaned against it.

Oh God. Why can’t I stop kissing that jerk!

Even as she thought those words, she knew it was impossible to stop kissing him or avoiding him. But there was no way she would agree to the deal of dating him.

CHAPTER 17

The loud sound of her phone ringing woke up Tanvi.

She groaned when she saw the call was from her father. Knowing he would keep calling or even send someone to her apartment if she didn’t respond, she answered the call.

“I’m organizing a social event next weekend. I want you to attend it.”

Tanvi sighed. “I’m busy next weekend, Papa. I have preplanned voluntary work.”

“I don’t care. Cancel it! This event is critical to me. I need your presence.”

Tanvi frowned. “Why do you need my presence? You are the one who asks me to stay away from politics and your businesses.”

Her mind flew to the conversation she had with him a few days after her arrest.

“If you are trying to set me up with some guy for marriage, I’m still not interested.”

“Why the hell not?” her father demanded. “The man I want to set you up is a billionaire investor from America. He is eligible in every way.”

She knew her father wouldn’t stop setting her up with so-called eligible men. So she decided to lie.

“I’m not interested in the man you want me to meet, Papa, because... I’m seeing someone.”

There was an ominous silence. “Who!” her father roared.

Arjun’s face flashed into her mind. Pushing away the arrogant man’s face, she focused on her argument with her father.

“We just started dating, but I like him.”

The lie pissed her father off even more.

“You are twenty-two years old. And the trust money makes you the target of all gold-digging men. Stop acting childish and meet the man I want you to marry!”

“Sorry, Papa. I can’t. My... boyfriend wouldn’t like it.”

There was an outraged breath. “Who the hell is he! What does he do?”

“I can’t tell you anything right now, Papa. Please stop looking for matches for me.”

Before her father could continue to rant, she ended the call.

She hadn’t deliberately mentioned anything else about her fictional boyfriend. She knew her father would dig up every fact soon and try to find out who she was seeing.

Frowning, she hoped that poor Sameer didn’t get into trouble because she often spoke to him near the mailboxes and met him at the office building.

But what if her father thought her boyfriend was Arjun?

She shook her head with a scoff. If anyone were to see them together, they would know right away that she hated Arjun.

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