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“That’s never going to happen.”

Kushal simply grinned.

“We’ll see.”

And just like that, he walked away, leaving behind a woman who was ready to burn him alive for his sheer overconfidence.

Chapter 5

Verma & Associates office – Next Day

Arundhati stormed into her cabin, barely managing to stop herself from slamming the door shut. Her heart was still pounding, her thoughts running in endless circles, and her mind? Completely scattered.

Yesterday’s divorce trial had not gone as planned. She had walked into that courtroom expecting to prove, with solid arguments and evidence, that their marriage was nothing but a convenient arrangement. That it had been nothing more than a stepping stone for Kushal, a means to secure his future at Verma & Associates.

And yet, he had turned the entire situation around. He had effortlessly twisted the narrative to his advantage and turned it against her. The next hearing was scheduled a month later, which meant she would have to deal with Kushal longer than she had planned.

But that wasn’t what had kept her up all night.

No.

It was his words.

“I want both—Verma & Associates because I damn well deserve to be its head in the future… and you as my wife… because you are too good for my ego.”

Her stomach twisted in anger.

What the hell was that even supposed to mean? Did he actually believe she would fall for his words? That she wouldforget the months of cold indifference, the way he had ignored her very existence every single day in that office? And everything else that she had gotten to know about him?

She let out a sharp exhale, walked toward her desk, and dropped her case files with force.

Suddenly, her gaze landed on something unexpected.

A bouquet of freshly bloomed red roses sat elegantly at the centre of her desk.

She frowned.

Her mind replayed the words Kushal had so shamelessly uttered in court yesterday:

“Your Honor, I had no idea my wife’s biggest complaint was that I don’t look at her enough. If I’d known, I would’ve stared at her more often… maybe even sent her flowers.”

Did he actually think she would find this funny? That she would entertain his infuriating little games?

Fuming, she grabbed her phone and immediately dialled his extension.

No answer.

Typical.

With a sigh, she pressed another number on the intercom. Moments later, her peon entered, standing hesitantly at the doorway.

“Where is Mr. Nair?” she demanded, arms crossed tightly over her chest.

“Ma’am, he hasn’t arrived yet,” the peon informed her.

She inhaled deeply, dismissing him with a wave of her hand.

Fine. If he wasn’t in the office yet, she would make sure he answered her anyway.