Page 28 of Wicked Trap

“I thought you were trained in martial arts, princess. Let’s see you escape my trap.”

Her racing heart jerked, realizing he was calling her bluff. And then, anger shot up inside her, replacing the fear.

How dare he!

She tried to raise her knee to kick him in the balls, but his muscular thigh trapped both her legs. She tried to yank her hands down to scratch his face, but the grip of his fingers around her wrists was unshakeable.

She struggled using all her strength, but she could barely budge him.

She was taller than average, but he was at least half a foot taller than her and built of solid muscle. Her struggling movements only made her aware of his hard body pressed against hers. She could even feel the heat of his tanned skin.

Despite her anger, her stomach quivered. Her breathing turned fast due to her struggles and awareness towards him, but his breaths barely changed. The arrogant jerk smirked, flashing his dimples.

“You need to brush up on your combat skills, princess,” he drawled.

She glared at him. “How dare you—”

“When the goon was attacking you during the protest, you hardly looked like you were about to tackle him. And you asking him how dare he attack wouldn’t have helped.”

She stopped struggling as she was shocked by his words. “What? How do you know about the goon?” she demanded.

“I was there.”

She looked up at him with widened eyes. She recalled that her savior had worn a blue checkered formal shirt too.

She frowned. There was no way her savior was the arrogant jerk in front of her.

He didn’t say anything either. She was sure he would have rubbed it in her face if he were the one to save her.

“Let me go,” she snapped.

His hands dropped from her, and he took a step back with the annoying dimpled smirk.

“I can protect myself just fine,” she said, glaring at him while rubbing her wrists where he had held them. “I was just tired, and so my reflexes were slow to escape your trap.”

“I see.” It was obvious he didn’t believe her. “So if I trap you in the morning, you will be able to escape?”

Annoyance shot through her at his deliberate taunting. “Do that, and you might have your nose broken by my fist.”

He grinned. “Thanks for the warning, princess.”

He hardly looked like he was taking her warning seriously. And the bastard had a perfect nose too, which she wouldn’t mind breaking to teach him a lesson.

Not wanting to get riled further, she decided to ignore him. She picked up the clothes bags she had dropped and turned away from him. She unlocked her door. But just before she shut it close, she looked up. He was leaning by his apartment door and watching her with a dimpled smirk.

“By the way,” she said with a smirk of her own. “You should cook a bigger meal for tomorrow’s dinner. Who knows, you might have quite a few surprise guests.”

She slammed the door shut with a victorious smile.

Take that, you arrogant jerk.

CHAPTER 7

Aryan shook his head at the dramatic loud bang from Tanvi Shetty’s apartment door.

He turned to his apartment door and tightened the door knob before stepping inside. He then checked the coverage on his phone. A small camera was installed inside the doorknob, and he could now clearly see Tanvi Shetty’s apartment door and also hear the sounds outside.

Not that he really needed special cameras. He more or less knew her schedule. He knew what she did, whom she met and even what she planned.

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