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“Very soon, little brother,” Yash said with a small twist of his mouth. “You’ll be proof as well to how best-laid plans go awry when obsession takes over.”

No. It won’t happen to me. I won’t let that happen.

He will not be obsessed with his father’s murderer’s daughter. She would only remain his pawn.

CHAPTER 19

It was Tanvi’s second week working at Prism Corporation.

Letting out yet another frustrated curse, she shut the computer.

Where the hell did the chairman keep the documents of the upcoming new projects? And why the hell is his name not mentioned anywhere.

Her snooping hadn’t yielded any results. She knew she needed to find another strategy to get the required information. Time was ticking, and she was nowhere close to stopping the City Central Park demolition that would begin in a few weeks.

She had to meet the chairman. Her father was yet to call her with specific information regarding the event he was planning where the Prism chairman would be in attendance.

What was taking him so long?

Maybe the damn chairman is travelling.

She did schedule a lot of meetings that were held around the midnight hour. Although the wait was frustrating because she was losing a lot of time, she knew her attempt to meet the chairman through her father might be the one to succeed.

With that thought, she felt slightly better as she exited the office.

It was dark and windy with a drizzle of rain. Since it was close to eight o’clock, the building lobby and outside the building was empty. Waving goodnight to the building security, she stepped out.

She frowned when she saw there were no taxis waiting outside. She began walking to see if she could get one on the next street where there was a taxi stand. That’s when she saw them.

There were two men standing right outside the building. They were watching her. When she began walking, they started to follow her. Something about those men sent chills down her spine. They looked somewhat familiar.

Oh God. Are they one of them?

With her heart thumping in fear, she broke into a run. The next street was only five minutes away and luckily there were many taxis waiting at the stand. She ran to one.

“Where to, miss?” a taxi driver asked.

She gave him the address and sat inside the vehicle hurriedly.

She turned to see if the men had followed her to the taxi stand. Luckily, they didn’t. They stood in the shadows. She could see them and could also sense their gazes.

Controlling a shudder, she asked the taxi driver to hurry home.

As soon as she reached her apartment complex, she let out a sigh of relief that she was home. It began to rain. Feeling thankful that she didn’t get wet, she hurried up the stairs instead of taking the elevator.

It was silly, but she was trying to avoid running into Arjun. She didn’t want to see him as the arrogant man was too distracting.

Instead of putting all her effort into unearthing the identity of the Prism chairman, her mind was often haunted by her arrogant neighbor and his passionate kisses. She also kept thinking about the deal he offered. When she felt almost tempted to accept it, she knew she had to stay away from the distracting man.

It was ridiculous that she had come close to thinking she could date someone right then, let alone her arrogant neighbor. Letting out a sigh, she hurried to her flat. While she pulled out her key, she threw in a glance sideways.

The opposite door was closed, and she couldn’t hear anything. She hadn’t come across him all week.

Is he on a date?

As soon as the thought crossed her mind, she became irritated with herself. It was none of her business if Arjun was on a date or meeting some other woman. She had gone out of her way to avoid him and also made it known to him that she wasn’t interested in dating him.

But the thought of him on a date and kissing another woman left a sour feeling inside her stomach.

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