Page 33 of Lawfully Yours
Arundhati fumed as she turned to her uncle.
“You saw? You saw his attitude?” she seethed. “Does he look like the same man who was fighting to save his marriage in the courtroom yesterday? If he wants me in his life, why does he throw so much arrogance and indifference my way all the time?”
Raj sighed, rubbing his forehead.
“I’ll talk to him later, Aru. Right now, handle Anant’s case.”
Her jaw locked.
Without another word, she grabbed her case files and stormed toward the meeting room.
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Arundhati pushed open the glass door of the meeting room. Anant sat restlessly in his chair, fingers drumming against the wooden surface of the table.
But it wasn’t Anant who made her stop in her tracks.
It was Kushal, sitting arrogantly inherchair.
His back was relaxed against the leather, one arm resting lazily along the edge of the table, his long legs stretched out comfortably, as if this werehisdomain and she had just walked intohisterritory.
Of course, he would sit there—like he owned the space, like he belonged there more than she did.
She strode forward, greeting Anant first before turning her full wrath on the man occupying her seat.
“That’smychair.”
Kushal didn’t even bother looking up right away. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, as if enjoying her irritation, before finally meeting her gaze.
“I know.” His smirk deepened. “And I also know you won’t mind if I sit here.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“I do mind.”
He lifted a brow, amusement dancing in his dark gaze.
“As much as I’d love to continue this ownership dispute, we have bigger things to focus on.” He gestured toward Anant. “He has something serious to discuss. So rather than wasting time on a chair, why don’t you take a seat?”
Kushal pulled out another chair beside him forher. Deliberately, she walked over to the opposite side of the table, grabbed a chair from as far away from him as possible, and sat down smoothly.
“I’m better seated far from you,” she said flatly, crossing her legs.
“Good for me,” he mused, leaning back slightly. “At least I can focus.”
Her brows furrowed.
Focus?
Focus on what?
Her?
Because she was sitting right in front of him now?
There was something suggestive and smug in his tone, like he was baiting her into reacting.
But before she could analyse it further, Anant let out a long, exhausted sigh.
