Page 10 of Lawfully Yours
That fraction of hesitation as if his morning voice had done something to her.
The hell it had.Arundhati Nair was too hard, too unshakable to be affected by something as trivial as that.
But the thought still amused him.
Her voice finally came, but it wasn’t soft.
“I can’t believe you’re still sleeping.”
Kushal smirked, keeping his eyes firmly shut as he replied lazily, “What about me have you ever believed?”
There was a sharp intake of breath from the other end. Not because of the words, but because of the way he had said them. Her anger snapped back instantly.
“I didn’t unblock your number for this, Kushal. Get to the office. Now.”
He chuckled, turning onto his back, his free hand resting on his bare chest.
“I don’t recall agreeing to take orders from you either.”
“I’ve called Anant too. He’s already on his way,” she snapped, irritation crackling in her tone.
Kushal exhaled dramatically, as if she was torturing him with her words. “I know what I have to do and when. I’ll be there whenIhave to be there.”
A smirk tugged at his lips, even though his eyes remained closed, knowing exactly how much what he said next would irk her.
“Is there anything else you want to say to ruin my day, Mrs. Nair?”
The silence that followed was deafening.
He could practically feel her seething.
“Spare me from calling me that,” she hissed. “We have filed for divorce, Kushal.”
He opened his eyes, but his smirk didn’t falter.
“Which you are never getting,” he replied. “No matter how hard you try.”
And before she could respond, he ended the call and tossed his phone onto the bed, running a hand through his hair.
Damn her.
Damn her for thinking she could walk away.
Damn her for making him care enough to stop her.
Urgh.
His day was already ruined.
With a sigh, he tossed the blanket off his body and got up, stretching his sore muscles before heading toward the shower. It was going to be another long day of war.
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Verma and Associates Office
The large conference room at Verma & Associates was bathed in warm sunlight, its towering glass windows offering a panoramic view of the city. But Arundhati Nair had no time to admire the view.
For the past thirty minutes, she had been deep in discussion with Anant Mukherjee, going over every legal loophole they could use to discredit Sadhna’s allegations.
