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Ananya gave her an angry look. “My team emailed me that damn pic of you withhim.”

Navya addressed Armaan. “I thought you got it removed from everywhere.”

“He did,” Ananya answered. “But you forget I work in the media, and I have someone who keeps a tab on any article published about our family.” She threw Armaan a death glarebefore she faced Navya. “After seeing that picture, everything we spoke of last night suddenly made sense. I tried calling you, then Lavina, and then both your landlines. There was no response from anywhere. Your location sharing showed that you were at work, so I came here immediately.” She gave Navya an angry glare. “I will never be able to unsee what I just saw happening here. How could you?”

“It’s actually all about sexual chemistry,” Armaan drawled. “She and I, and our bodies…”

Navya elbowed him. “Be quiet.”

“I want you gone.” Ananya pointed a finger at him. “Now. Before I call for security.”

“I’ll leave if your sister asks me to leave and not because you want me to,” Armaan said calmly.

Navya touched his shoulder. “You need to go.”

“Only if you promise to meet me tomorrow. Allow me to woo you some more.”

“Not happening, fucker,” Ananya said.

“Not talking to you, lady,” Armaan retorted.

He arched a brow at Navya.

Something happened to her when she was with him and she could no longer deny that. Nor could she suppress the feelings and emotions that exploded out of her when their lips touched.

“I don’t know. I have to think about this,” Navya said honestly.

“Again, what the fuck?” Ananya cursed.

“I’ll text you the location,” Armaan said, ignoring Ananya. “You better come, or I’ll come and get you myself. And that is not a threat. It’s a promise.”

He lifted Navya’s hand and kissed the top of it. “Dasvidaniya,moya milaya.”

As soon as the door closed behind him, Ananya turned to her. “Wipe that silly smile off your face and explain what the fuck is going on.”

Lavina peeked in from the door. “I want to listen too. Wait for me. I’m getting wine.”

Her assistant was truly incorrigible.

“You and him? How?” Ananya flopped down on the small sofa in Navya’s office. “I cannot believe this.”

“God!” Navya put her hands on her face. “I don’t even know where to begin.”

Lavina entered, juggling a bottle of wine in hand and three fluted glasses in the other. Navya grabbed the wine and a glass from her, poured a measure and took a long gulp.

“That bad, huh?” Lavina perched next to Ananya.

Navya began pacing as she told them about the bargain she’d made with Armaan on the night of Rajiv’s fight four years ago, how he’d left her alone because Rajiv had demanded it, and then meeting him again at New Year’s Eve and at the fashion show last night, and finally about today.

“So, he’s into you?” Ananya surmised.

“Yes.”

“And from what I saw, you’re into him too.”

“Tamest words ever spoken,” Lavina said. “They’re hot for each other, that’s what. You should’ve seen them earlier. There are flames even when they look at one another.”

Navya glared at her. “Will you stop romanticising him and me?”

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