Page 2 of Lawfully Yours
Her uncle, Raj Verma, her father’s eldest brother, had raised her, not just as his niece, but as his legacy. Once the country’s topmost lawyer, Raj Verma had built Verma & Associates intoan empire. And under his guidance, she had honed her skills, watching, learning, absorbing every lesson he had to offer.
At thirty-two, now, she was unstoppable. But knowing that Anant wanted someone else to handle this divorce, and not her, didn’t feel nice. Her lips curled in a slow smirk, but there was nothing warm about it.
“That won’t be necessary, Anant,” she said in a dangerously smooth voice. “I can handle this with my own expertise. And I have Raj Uncle with me.”
“It’s not about expertise,” Anant countered, shaking his head. “It’s about the right manipulative mind. And Kushal is exactly that.” He exhaled sharply. “I trust him to twist this in my favour. Only then can I be at ease.” He leaned back, folding his arms. “In fact, I already called him. He should be here any moment.”
The temperature in the room seemed to drop.
Arundhati’s fingers curled slightly against the desk. Damn it. That arrogant, insufferable man was going to be here any moment? That’s when the door swung open, stealing the air from the room.
Andhewalked in.
Kushal Nair.
At thirty-four, he was already one of the most unbeatable and respected divorce lawyers in the country. A man who had built his empire with his own blood, sweat, and ruthless intelligence.
Unlike many in his profession, Kushal had no privileged surname to lean on, no legacy backing him. He had clawed his way to the top, fought through courtrooms where he was underestimated, undermined, and challenged. And yet, he never lost. Not once.
He had an uncanny ability to manipulate the legal battlefield, bending laws, twisting narratives, and making the truth work in his favour. The most explosive divorce scandals—from A-list Bollywood celebrities to crooked politicians with hiddenmistresses and secret families—had all been dismantled and won under his guidance.
He was ruthless, strategic, and absolutely lethal when it came to litigation.
And he looked exactly like the kind of man who won everything he wanted.
Tall and broad-shouldered, he carried himself with a confidence that was intoxicatingly effortless. The kind that made juries second-guess themselves, that made opposing lawyers break into a sweat, that made women stare a little longer than appropriate.
Today, he was dressed in an impeccable black suit. The fabric moulded to his frame with a tailored precision that only came from expensive taste and a body that had earned it. He was a regular at the gym, and it showed in the sharp cut of his shoulders and in his lean physique. To add to that, his smooth olive-toned skin, jawline sculpted to perfection, and his raven-black hair slicked back were just enough to make him look both controlled and carelessly sexy.
And then, of course, there was his smile—that killer smirk, the one that had made reporters trip over their words, that had turned courtroom arguments into mind games he always won.
But the most infuriating part?
Her uncle Raj Verma still adored him.
Even after everything.
Even with Arundhati and Kushal’s own marriage hanging by a thread, on the verge of destruction, Raj Verma hadn’t stopped treating him like his golden boy.
And now, here he was. As if nothing had changed.
“Anant,” Kushal greeted, striding forward with that signature confidence, his sharp gaze sweeping across the room, and deliberately skipping over Arundhati as if she didn’t exist.
Typical.
He clasped Anant’s hand in a firm shake.
“Rest assured, you won’t be paying a single rupee in alimony. In fact, we are going to sue her for defaming you with her baseless allegations. She’s going to go bankrupt if she doesn’t stop spilling dirt on your name in the media like this. I’ll make sure of it.”
Arundhati bristled.
Not a single glance her way.
Not a single acknowledgment.
How Damn Typical of Him.
She exhaled slowly, pushing back her chair.
