Page 37 of One Hellish Wedlock
“Thanks. Bye!”
Without waiting another second, Aanya dashed out, keys in hand. She had no intention of giving Reyansh Chopra an excuse to call her late or unprofessional. Her only objective was to secure her father’s business deal with Reyansh and walk away with her share of the inheritance. And this time, she would leave this city for good.
Chopra Group Office
“Good morning, Ma’am,” Sonya, the same receptionist who had failed to recognize Aanya during her previous visit, greeted her this time with extra sweetness—borderline buttered-up flattery.
“Hey, Sonya. Where’s your boss?”
“He’s in a conference, Ma’am. But he’s instructed me to take you straight to Sunny Sir.”
“Oh, great.”
Sonya led her to Sunny’s cabin. As Sonya exited, Sunny greeted Aanya warmly and gestured to the seat.
“Reyansh Sir informed me about your agreement,” Sunny said professionally. “These are the papers. You can review the terms and let me know if anything needs to be amended.”
“As if my input matters,” Aanya muttered under her breath, snatching the file from his hands and flipping through the pages.
“This covers my term in the deal as well?” she asked, eyes narrowing.
Sunny pointed at a clause. “Yes, Ma’am. It’s here.”
“Three months? Reyansh told me his sister is only staying for two.”
“He added a buffer, just in case Radhika Ma’am extends her stay. Purely precautionary.”
“Not okay with me,” she grumbled.
“You’re welcome to discuss it with Boss,” Sunny offered, a little too politely.
She considered it. But confronting Reyansh would lead nowhere. He was too stubborn and she, unfortunately, was the one in need. What was the point in arguing?
“Fine. I’ll sign.”
Sunny indicated the signature lines, and Aanya quickly signed each one. She handed the file back.
“I’ll need a copy,” she said.
“Of course. Once Boss signs, I’ll get one sent to you.”
She stood to leave, but Sunny stopped her.
“So, shall we begin phase two?”
Aanya blinked. “Phase two?”
“The etiquette training. Boss must’ve briefed you?”
She rolled her eyes. “Does he really believe I don’t know how to behave?”
“Youdohave behavioural issues,” came an unmistakable voice behind her.
Aanya spun around, and there he was…Reyansh, standing at the door, eyes locked with hers. Clad in a sharp grey suit, a hint of stubble on his jaw, he looked maddeningly put-together...exactly the kind of man she had no business obsessing over. Especially not after their littlezipper momentin the car last night. She pushed away the thought and stared him down.
“How can you say that?” she snapped. “You barely know me.”
“I learned enough in one night,” he replied without hesitation.
