Chapter 2
Next Day – Kushal’s Penthouse
Kushal cuddled the pillow harder, trying to ignore the insistent ringing of his phone. The sound drilled into his already aching head, a brutal reminder of last night’s drinks.
He hadn’t intended to get drunk. But he had needed something strong. Something to drown out the memories that had come flooding back the second he and Arundhati were forced to work together again.
Together in their marriage, when they had lived under one roof in this very penthouse for five months, the only thing they had truly done together was sleep on the same bed every night. No intimacy. No confessions. Just two powerful, stubborn people navigating an arranged marriage they hadn’t asked for.
They had kissed, though.
A couple of times.
And despite everything, despite the war they were fighting now, Kushal missed those kisses.
Not that he would ever admit it.
His ego wouldn’t allow it.
The phone kept ringing, the sound growing sharper, more impatient—like the woman who was calling him.
He groaned, shifting onto his side, blindly reaching for his phone on the bedside table. His fingers grasped the device, and he half-opened one eye to glance at the caller ID.
His chest tightened, but his lips curved into a lazy smirk.
Arundhati.
Of course, it was her.
He exhaled slowly, pressing the phone to his ear, still clutching the pillow with his other arm, and answered in a low, groggy voice.
“Hmm.”
He didn’t miss it.
The beat of silence from the other end.