But there was still no sign of Kushal.
Her fingers tapped against the desk, her annoyance simmering beneath the surface. He was so reckless. How could he still not be here? They were fighting one of the most high-profile divorce battles in the industry, and he had the audacity to stroll in whenever he pleased?
“Unbelievable,” she muttered under her breath, flipping through a few case notes while keeping her expression perfectly composed.
And just then, the door finally opened, and Kushal walked in, wearing another black suit and looking as if he owned the goddamn world.
The perfect fit of his trousers and the sharp cut of his gelled-back hair only added to the unbearable cocky arrogance radiating off him.
Even today, he had the nerve to walk straight past her, his focus entirely on Anant as he extended his hand.
“Apologies for the delay, Anant,” he said smoothly.
Anant stood, shaking his hand firmly. “No problem, man. Why the delay, though?”
“Delhi traffic?” Kushal replied, letting out a small chuckle and shaking his head. “You know how absolute nightmare it is. I was stuck for almost an hour.”
Arundhati rolled her eyes.
Liar.
A little over an hour ago, she had woken him up herself.
And now, he was standing here, lying through his teeth, exuding cool confidence while completely ignoring her existence. For the first time in months, she had unblocked his number, given him direct access to her for the sake of this case. And this was how he acted? Not even a glance?
“One hour, huh?” She asked, leaning back in her chair, arching a brow. “How unfortunate. You must have had an unusually quick shower before stepping into that traffic jam.”
That got his attention.
Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the room faded. A challenge flickered in his gaze, and then, just as smoothly, he leaned against the desk, lips curving into that damn smirk.
“What can I say? Some mornings are just…harderthan others.”
The double meaning hit instantly.
Her nails dug into her palm beneath the desk.This was infuriating. Absolutely infuriating.
Before she could snap back, Kushal turned back to Anant, as if the conversation hadn’t just sent a spark of fire between them.
“So, what’s the status? What’s been discussed so far?”
Anant, completely oblivious to the storm brewing between his two lawyers, leaned forward.
“Arundhati proposed a legal counterattack—filing a motion demanding concrete proof of Sadhna’s claims, tracking her financials, and securing witnesses to weaken her case.”
Kushal nodded slowly, then exhaled.
“I appreciate the strategy, but...” He glanced at Arundhati. “It’s not enough.”
Arundhati’s eyes flashed. “Excuse me?”
Kushal straightened. “Even if we take this approach, we won’t get immediate results. And time isn’t on our side. The more this drags out, the more damage it does to Anant’s reputation.”
“We have already taken action. Not just planned it.” Arundhati countered.
Kushal’s brow lifted, intrigued.
She continued, unshaken, turning toward Anant. “We’ve already filed the motion. By tomorrow morning, Sadhna’s legal team will be forced to provide concrete evidence for every claim she has made. If they fail, the court will dismiss those allegations as baseless.”