Prajakta's pov

As I sat in Abhimaan's car, I was Fidgeting with my fingers,i knew that I needed to appolize him but i was afraid of his reaction.

finally , I mustered the courage to apologize for the incident that had occurred between us.

I took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to speak. 'sorry,' I mumbled avoiding his eyes, my voice was barely audible.

Abhimaan, raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by my sudden remorse.Sensing his impatience, I took a deep breath,Summoning all my courage, I confessed, "I... I vomited on you. , It was not intentional, I swear.'

Abhimaan's expression remained stoic as he glanced at me.

Abhimaan's voice dripped with sarcasm as he retorted, "You look young and naive, but you managed to get drunk and ruin my costliest suit. Impressive."

I tried to defend myself, my voice trembling with nervousness. "I mistook the vodka for water. It was an honest mistake. I wouldn't have consumed alcohol otherwise.". I never intended to drink alcohol in the first place."

Abhimaan let out a slight sigh and turned his gaze back to the road. 'Next time, be more careful,' he said curtly.

Finally arriving at my house, I mustered up the courage to thank Abhimaan for the ride and apologize once again. "Thank you for dropping me home," I said, . "And I'm truly sorry for that day."

I hurriedly got out of the car and quickly made my way inside Without waiting for a response feeling relieved that the awkward drive was over.,

I made my way inside, comfort of my room.I went to my room and changed into comfortable clothes before heading to the kitchen to make some tea for myself.

As I sipped on the hot beverage, I couldn't help but think about Abhimaan. He was so intimidating .

How could someone so arrogant and cold-hearted have such a sweet mother? He seemed like a completely different person altogether. He was so different from his mother, who was the epitome of sweetness and kindness. It was hard to believe that they were related. I couldn't understand how someone could be so rude.

I went to my room Feeling exhausted, I decided to take a nap and rest for a while As exhaustion took over, I drifted off to sleep.

Waking up from my nap, I decided to distract myself by reading a novel. But just as I was engrossed in the story, my mother called me downstairs for dinner.

Interrupting my reading, my mother stormed into my room, scolding me for my constant obsession with novels. "You're always buried in these books," she exclaimed, her

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Prajakta was completely engrossed in the novel she was reading, completely oblivious to the world around her. Her mom had been calling out her name for dinner for the past fifteen minutes but Prajakta was so lost in the book, she didn't even hear her. Her mom finally got frustrated and stormed into her room to check on her.

As soon as Prajakta saw her mom, she panicked and tried to quickly hide the novel under her pillow. But it was too late, the evidence was already in her mom's sight.

'What are you doing Prajakta? I've been calling you for dinner and you are still reading that novel!' her mom scolded, shaking her head in disbelief.

Prajakta had a sheepish smile on her face, knowing she was in trouble. 'Sorry mom, I got so caught up in the story, I didn't even realize the time,' she explained.

Her mom rolled her eyes, shaking her head at her daughter. 'You are always lost in your books. Don't you ever get tired of reading these books?'

Prajakta's mom then added sarcastically, 'Maybe you should start reading your college books too sometimes. Just a suggestion.'

Prajakta couldn't help but laugh at her mom's remark, knowing that she was just trying to get her to balance her reading habits with some academics. 'I promise I will, mom. But first, let me finish this chapter,' she said cheekily, already diving back into her novel.

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Abhimaan's pov

After dropping her off As I drove towards my parents' home, I couldn't help but think about Prajakta. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid my eyes on, and I couldn't stop myself from fantasizing about her I couldn't control my thoughts.

Her luscious lips, the way they curved into smile, were constantly on my mind. I could almost feel them against mine, soft and plump, begging to be kissed. I longed to run my fingers through her long, silky hair and watch as it cascaded down her shoulders.

Every time she spoke, I found myself getting lost in her words,

I couldn't help but imagine all the things I wanted to do with her.My obsession with her was consuming me, and I couldn't shake it off.

As I drove, I found myself getting lost in my thoughts,As I finally reached my parents' home, I took a deep breath and tried to push away my thoughts of her. I went towards mom's room . I open the door and stepped inside

To my relief, I saw her laying on the bed and watching tv, her face pale. I rushed to her side and called out her name, 'Mom, how are you feeling now ?'

. 'Abhimaan, my dear. I'm fine,' she said with a faint smile.

As I looked around the room, I noticed something that made me furious.

On the bedside table, the food in plates and juice is untouched. mom had not eaten anything all day. I knew she was stubborn, but this was a whole new level.

'Mom, what is this? You haven't eaten anything all day?' I scolded her, my tone laced with frustration.

'I'm not hungry, . I don't feel like eating anything,' she replied .

My anger only grew as I saw her throwing tantrums like a child. 'That's not an excuse, mom. You know you have to eat, especially when you're not well.

But my mother just shrugged off my scolding

and went on to talk about how she was planning to cook her famous kheer for dinner tonight. I couldn't let her do that. She was not well and I couldn't risk her health for her love for cooking.

, even after fainting, she was trying to cook .

''Mom, listen to me. You're not allowed to fast anymore. And you're not allowed to do any work in this condition. We have a maid for that. Do you understand me?'' I said with a stern voice, trying to get through to her.I warned the maid to keep an eye on my mother and if she saw her cooking, they would be fired immediately.

My mother pouted and gave me a playful scolding. 'Oh, Mr. Bossy, always telling me what to do. I don't need a lecture from you. I'm just fine, see?' she said, sitting up on the bed. ,' she said with a playful glare.

I shook my head a little. "Ok you take rest now I'm going . Bye" I said she kissed my forehead

I headed towards my penthouse. As I entered the hall, I saw my father talking to someone. I ignored him and just continued walking towards the stairs. But then, I heard my father call out my name.

I stopped in my tracks and looked back at him, showing no interest in what he had to say.

'Do you remember the deal, Abhimaan?' he asked, his voice cold and business-like. 'You have to get married within three months. Have you found a suitable girl yet, or am I going to fix your marriage with Sanaya?'

Sanaya. The mere thought of her made my blood boil. She was a stuck-up, arrogant brat who always did everything to get on my nerves. I couldn't imagine spending the rest of my life with her. But my father didn't care about that. All he cared about was the deal and the Khurana Empire. I worked hard for it i wanted it to be mine.

I gritted my teeth in anger. I lied to my father, telling him that I had found a girl and I was in love with her. My father was shocked, but I could see the worry in his eyes. He didn't want me to ruin the reputation of the Khurana's by getting married to someone who wasn't suitable.

'Very well then,' my father said, clearly displeased. 'But make sure you keep your end of the deal, Abhimaan.'

I scoffed at his words and replied, 'Of course, I will. Now, if you're done, can I go?'

My father nodded reluctantly and I made my way towards the stairs once again, feeling victorious. I wouldn't dare let my father control my life.

As I sat on my leather couch in my penthouse.The argument with my father had left me frustrated and angry,I opened my laptop to continue working on my important project.

While I was working my mind kept wandering to Prajakta.I couldn't help but imagine all the things I wanted to do with her. I wanted to explore every inch of her body, worshiping every curve .saw herI closed my eyes, imagining all the sinful things I wanted to do with her. The thought alone made my body ache with desire. I wanted to feel her soft skin against mine, to taste her lips and hear her moans of pleasure.

My obsession with her was consuming me, and I couldn't shake it of.I want her to be mine. I always get what I want.

I picked up my phone and make a call to my private ditector. After that I started working again.

After 2 hours I heard a knock on the door. It was my private director, a man I trusted to handle all my personal affairs.

'Have you gathered any information on Prajakta?' I asked him, getting straight to the point.

'Yes, sir. I have been keeping an eye on her as per your instructions,' he replied, handing me a file.

I quickly scanned through the file, absorbing every detail about Prajakta. She was 19 years old, single, and live with her father and mother. She is doing graduation in xyz college her friends ,class etc.

But what caught my attention were the pictures of her. She was even more stunning than I had imagined. Her smile, her curves, everything about her was irresistible.

I felt a surge of possessiveness overtake me. I didn't want anyone else to look at her, to touch her. She was mine.

'Continue to monitor her every move, I want to know everything about her,' I commanded the dictator.

As he left, I sat back on my couch, my mind racing with thoughts of Prajakta. I knew that I had to devise a plan to make her mine. And I was willing to do whatever it takes to make her mine.

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