Page 15 of Obsession

“You weren’t exactly very quiet,” Mihir replied.

“I was very agitated, I guess.”

“It was nice what you did back there; he left a happy man.”

“He’s sweet, but not the smartest person in the room.” She studied him for a moment. “I have never seen you before. Do you study here at LBS?”

“Yes, I’m in my final semester of MBA.”

“Oh, same here!” Her eyes brightened. “I’m Ana?—”

Her phone rang. She looked at it and then at her friends. The short-haired girl was beckoning her.

Mihir held his hand out. “Mihir Oshnov.”

“I’m Ana—” Her phone rang again before she could take his hand.

She whirled to her friends, hands up in the air. “For God’s sake, I’m right here.”

She looked at him distractedly. “Sorry, I have to go see why they’re calling me so urgently. Bye, Mihir.”

“Bye, Anna.”

She frowned, and then her eyes moved past him to her friends, who were still frantically gesturing to her to come over. She quickly returned to her table. He liked how calmly she had handled the situation with Surya. Despite being annoyed with the guy, she’d been kind to him. In fact, she’d easily pushed him in the direction of another woman without creating a scene. Her confidence and daring further piqued his interest.

He had just about finished placing his order when the door to the coffee shop opened. His face split into a wide smile as Armaan and Vedant walked inside.

“Hello, brother,” Armaan said cheerfully. “Have you missed us?”

Mihir laughed. He hauled Armaan to him. His middle brother was an absolute goofball.

Vedant came next. He studied him from top to toe.

“You look good. London agrees with you, as always,” Vedant remarked quietly. Mihir pulled him in a hug as well.

Armaan looked behind Mihir before he said, “We brought a surprise for you.”

Before Mihir could question him, a hand touched his shoulder. Mihir turned and looked into the kind face of his adopted father, Alexander Oshnov.

“Moy syn,” Alexander Oshnov said affectionately.

Moy syn—My son. Till date, his heart warmed each time his father uttered those words to him.

“Papa,” Mihir said in Russian. “You’re here! I thought you had an important meeting in Dubai.”

“I did. But these two boys were taking the jet anyway, so I canceled it to meet you instead. I was missing you too.”

Mihir gave him a hug, his heart settling as Alexander wrapped his arms around him. Alexander helmed O-Corp—his massive business empire. He was always busy, yet he took time out to be with his sons. Mihir breathed in his warm scent. This man had given them so much. He had made the three of them a part of his family and had asked for nothing in return except that they study and work hard.

“Come, let’s all sit,” Mihir spoke in Russian. It was an unwritten rule in his family that the three of them had to speak in Russian to one another and with their father.

Seeing his previous table occupied, Mihir led them to another table on the side, opposite from where Ananya was seated.

His gaze searched for her. She was once again back with her friends.

“This place is nice,” Vedant said, distracting him.

“Very good crowd!” Armaan’s eyes zeroed on Ananya’s table. His lips curved into a naughty smile. “Beautiful women too.”

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