Page 92 of Wicked Trap

She and Arjun didn’t call or text each other. She had wanted to maintain distance from him outside their apartments. But she missed him deeply even though it had barely been a few hours since they were apart. She wanted to desperately speak to him.

At some point she knew she needed to acknowledge that the man she had barely known for a few weeks was beginning to mean so much to her.

It was only a matter of time when she and Arjun would have to part and go their separate ways. Arjun would find some other woman, and she would continue with her causes. But she knew that even if years passed by and they would end up with other people, Arjun would always remain in a special place in her heart. She would cherish the memories with him.

Letting out a deep sigh, she walked into the house and went towards her father’s office wing. Thankfully, the place was empty since most guests only wandered in the living areas where the guest bathrooms were.

She slipped into the room next to her father’s office which was thankfully unlocked. She knew her father was obsessively careful, and his office room would always be locked if he wasn’t around.

She turned on the small table lamp in the room. The room was used as a waiting area by the people who had appointments with her father.

Closing the curtains to block the view outside, she dialed Arjun’s number.

He didn’t pick up.

She frowned and tried calling him again. But he still didn’t pick up. It was close to eleven in the night, and he was usually home around that time. Maybe he chose to go out because he knew she wouldn’t be home until much later.

Feeling disappointed, she left a brief text message.

T: Getting bored. Wish you were here.

Letting out a sigh, she sat on one of the couches. She looked at the pictures and show pieces on the wall in the small room. When her mother was alive, they had used the room as a crafts room. Her mother was good at making beautiful crafts from reclaimed wood. But none of those pieces were on display. Strangely, paintings and artwork collected by the family who used to own the house before were on display.

A memory flashed in her mind. It was of her father getting upset with her mother when her mother had wanted to change something in the house.

Why did her father insist things remain as it is in the house? Yes, the décor was beautiful. But it felt like they were living with the ghosts of the family who had lived there before.

A small shiver racked through her body as she recalled what had happened to the other family. She hadn’t known them well and had met them only once when she and her mother were invited to their estate along with her father.

“I told you the party would be boring, princess.”

Tanvi shrieked out aloud, but she cut off the sound by placing her hand on her mouth.

She was shocked and nearly had a heart attack seeing Arjun standing next to the couch with an amused smirk. “Arjun! What are you doing here!”

He didn’t say anything. He simply looked at her as she sat on the couch. Shock subsided quickly while panic began to take over.

“Arjun, you are in my father’s house!”

The arrogant devil barely looked bothered. He simply grinned. “Thanks for letting me know, princess.”

She sprang up from the couch. “Are you crazy! You have to leave before someone sees you! My father cannot know about you!”

“Aww, princess. I came this far to see you.” He came closer and pulled her towards him. “I missed you too,” he murmured against her lips.

She melted against him, but her panic didn’t subside. “I will be back home in a few hours, you ass! You have to leave now!”

“Nope. Not before I lay claim to my woman once again.”

She wanted to yell at the stubborn man and slap some sense into him. But she couldn’t risk someone hearing them or seeing him. Her father would freak out and have a major meltdown if he found out about Arjun, especially on the night she was supposed to be introduced to an eligible billionaire who would help fund the elections.

“Arjun! I’m serious. You have to leave! I—” She broke off in a gasp when she was suddenly picked up and pushed back on the couch. Arjun lay on top of her.

“I’m serious too, princess,” he growled. “I don’t like it that some other man is going to enjoy your company and imagine you naked while you are trying to impress him.”

She blushed at his words. “I already told you why I have to meet that man.”

“Yes. I understand the reason perfectly. But that doesn’t make me any less pissed off.”

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