Rahul, who had witnessed the entire exchange, shook his head discreetly, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. He was well-acquainted with Sanskar's antics and knew that his boss's unpredictable behavior is only for Swara his FORCEFULLY SECRET FIANCEE.

As soon as Rahul departed, Sanskar's eyes locked onto Swara, a hint of a challenge sparkling within them. Swara, sensing the shift in atmosphere, quickly rose from her seat, eager to escape the confines of the cabin.

But Sanskar was too quick. He strode across the room, his long legs eating up the distance, and reached the door just as Swara was about to exit. With a swift motion, he closed the door, his hand brushing against Swara's as he did so.

Swara's heart skipped a beat as she felt a jolt of electricity at the touch. She turned to face Sanskar, her eyes widening as she realized she was now sandwiched between the door and him. The air seemed to thicken, and Swara's breath caught in her throat as Sanskar's piercing gaze held hers, his face inches from her own.

Swara's voice trembled slightly as she tried to assert herself, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "What is this behavior, Mr. Maheshwari? Leave me, I need to go."

Sanskar's smirk grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I just want to spend some quality time with my fiancée," he said, his voice low and husky.

Swara's eyes narrowed, her voice taking on a sharper tone. "Forcefully," she corrected him, her emphasis on the word making her distaste clear.

Sanskar's smile never wavered, but his eyes seemed to gleam with a challenge. Swara's next words, however, seemed to give him pause.

"I don't believe in this so-called relationship," she said, her voice firm and resolute. The air seemed to vibrate with tension as Sanskar's gaze locked onto hers, his expression unreadable.

Sanskar's voice dropped to a low, husky whisper as he bent his head, his lips grazing the shell of Swara's ear. "You believe it or not, you are my fiancée, my wildcat," he murmured, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

Swara's eyes widened, her heart racing as Sanskar's words seemed to ignite a spark within her. She felt a flutter in her chest, her senses heightened as she breathed in the scent of his cologne. For a moment, she forgot about her resistance, forgot about her doubts, and was trapped in the intensity of Sanskar's gaze.

Swara's eyes flashed with a mix of fear and frustration as she suddenly pushed Sanskar away, creating some distance between them. Without looking back, she turned and ran out of the cabin, her heels clicking rapidly on the floor as she desperately sought to escape the suffocating tension.

Sanskar, caught off guard by the sudden push, stumbled backward, but his quick reflexes allowed him to regain his balance. He stood there, frozen in surprise, his eyes fixed on the empty doorway as he watched Swara flee.

A slow, enigmatic smile spread across his face, his eyes gleaming with a hint of intrigue. He seemed to be savoring the thrill of the chase, his mind already racing with strategies to catch his elusive wildcat.

As Sanskar's gaze lingered on the empty doorway, a fierce determination burned within him. His eyes gleamed with an unnerving intensity, a hint of madness dancing in their depths.

"I know the circumstances weren't in our favor," he thought to himself, his voice a low, menacing whisper in his own mind. "But I will make sure that you will never leave me."

A slow, sinister smile spread across his face, his lips curling upward in a cold, calculated smile. "Sorry, baby," he thought, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "but you're stuck with me."

Swara closed the cabin door behind her and leaned against it, her eyes scanning the familiar space as she tried to calm her racing heart. She walked over to the water dispenser and took a few sips, feeling the cool liquid soothe her parched throat.

As she stood there, she couldn't help but wonder, "Why does my heart beat faster whenever Sanskar comes near me?" The question echoed in her mind like a persistent drumbeat.

Her subconscious mind, it seemed, had an answer ready. "Because you've started liking him," it whispered, the voice a gentle breeze in her mind.

Swara's eyes widened in horror as she recoiled from the very idea. "Oh please, I'd rather die than like that bitter, annoying Sanskar Maheshwari!" she exclaimed, making a face as if she'd just sucked on a sour lemon. "Kadwa karela," she muttered under her breath.

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Manik's eyes were glued to the TV screen as the news flashed: "Mr. Bhatra Arrested, Saxena Enterprises Owner Exposed for Conspiracy." The news anchor's voice was urgent, detailing how the owner of Saxena Enterprises had been involved in a deep-seated conspiracy, and how Mr. Bhatra's arrest was just the tip of the iceberg.

As the news unfolded, Manik learned that the fallout from the scandal would have far-reaching consequences. The projects that had been illegally acquired by Saxena Enterprises were now being returned to their rightful owner, Sanskar. The news sent shockwaves through the business community, with all major media houses picking up the story and running with it as breaking news.

Nandini settled in beside Manik, crunching on chips as she gazed up at him with curiosity. "Mani, isn't Mr. Maheshwari your enemy?" she asked, her voice innocent.

Manik's eyes clouded for a moment before he replied, "He's my business rival, baby girl. Enemy is a pretty strong word." He smiled, plucking a chip from the bag.

Nandini's brow furrowed in thought. "Hmm, Mani?" she began, her voice hesitant. "What if I told you I was Mr. Maheshwari's sister? Would you still love me?"

Manik's eyes sparkled with amusement as he turned to Nandini, his voice teasing. "You're trying to test me, baby girl?" He chuckled, taking another chip from the bag.

Nandini's eyes danced with mischief, her voice playful. "Maybe just a little, Mani."

Manik's expression softened, his voice filled with affection. "Nandini, nothing can change the way I feel about you. You're my baby girl, and I love you no matter what."

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. "Even if you were Mr. Maheshwari's sister, which you're not, by the way," he added with a grin, "my love for you wouldn't change. You're my priority, always."

Nandini snuggled deeper into Manik's side, feeling safe and content as she continued to munch on the chips. Her voice was soft and contemplative as she asked, "And what if he didn't let you meet me?"

Manik's expression turned irritated, his brow furrowing in annoyance. "Huh? Why are you talking about things that are never going to happen?" He shook his head, his voice firm but gentle.

Nandini's lower lip jutted out in a pout, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "I don't know, just my heart told me to ask you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Manik's gaze softened as he looked at Nandini, his heart melting at the sight of her adorable pout. She looked cute and vulnerable, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness towards her.

Manik's eyes locked onto Nandini's, his expression serious as he delivered the news he knew she wouldn't want to hear. "I need to go to Switzerland for business," he said, his voice gentle but firm.

He could see the disappointment flicker across her face, the sparkle in her eyes dimming slightly. Manik's heart ached, knowing how much she hated it when he had to leave. He was a man who traveled extensively for work, and it was a sacrifice they both had to make.

But it didn't make it any easier. Nandini missed him terribly when he was away, and he couldn't blame her. He missed her just as much, if not more. There were times when he felt like he was being torn in two, his business obligations pulling him one way, his love for Nandini pulling him the other.

If only he could take her with him everywhere he went. The thought was tempting, but he knew it wasn't possible. His business trips were often grueling, with long hours and high stakes. It wouldn't be fair to Nandini, and besides, she had her own life, her own interests and passions.

Nandini's smile was a brave attempt to hide her disappointment, and Manik's heart swelled with love and appreciation for her. She knew how demanding his business could be, and she was trying to be strong for him.

"When are you leaving?" she asked, her voice cheerful, but her eyes betraying a hint of sadness.

Manik's gaze softened as he looked at her, his voice filled with gratitude. "Tomorrow morning," he replied, his eyes locking onto hers. "I'll be back soon, baby. I promise."

Nandini nodded, her smile faltering for a moment before she regained her composure. Manik knew she was trying to be his rock, his strength, and not his weakness. He felt a surge of love and admiration for her, and he knew he would do anything to make her happy.

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Sanskar's fingers flew across the laptop keyboard as he worked, but his attention was diverted when his phone rang. He answered, his voice hopeful. "Yes, Arjun? Any information?"

Arjun Mehra, his college friend and the city's top detective, was on the other end of the line. "Yes, Sanskar. I finally managed to track them down. After adopting your sister, they left the city when Mr. Shekhawat got transferred. They're currently living in Delhi."

Sanskar's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the new information. He felt a surge of determination, his grip on the phone tightening. "Thanks, Arjun. I owe you one."

Arjun's voice was casual and friendly, a stark contrast to the formal tone he'd used initially. "Dude, don't mention it. We're friends, after all. I'll send you the address, and I've also got a recent photo of your sister. I'll send that over too."

With that, Arjun disconnected the call, He couldn't wait to receive the address and photo, and he felt a sense of hope that he might finally be able to reconnect with his long-lost sister GAMYA

Sanskar's eyes remained fixed on the photo, his gaze tender as he drank in every detail. Tears of joy pricked at the corners of his eyes, and he couldn't help but let them fall. His fingers trembled as he reached out to touch the screen, his fingertips tracing the contours of his sister's face as if he were actually touching her.

A soft whisper escaped his lips, "My choti..." The lump in his throat grew, threatening to choke him as emotions overwhelmed him. Years of searching, years of longing, and finally, he had found her.

The photo seemed to come alive in his mind, and he could almost see his little sister's smile, her laughter, and her bright eyes sparkling with mischief. Sanskar's heart swelled with love and gratitude, and he felt like he was drowning in a sea of emotions.

The memories came flooding back, and Sanskar's eyes clouded over as he reminisced about the painful day he was forced to let his sister go. He was only 9 years old when their parents passed away in a tragic accident, leaving him and his little sister Gamya alone and vulnerable.

Their relatives, who were supposed to provide them with love and support, turned their backs on them, refusing to give them shelter. The siblings were sent to an orphanage, a place that was supposed to provide them with care and protection, but instead felt cold and impersonal.

One day, a couple came to the orphanage, and Sanskar's world was shattered when he found out they wanted to adopt Gamya. The owner of the orphanage, in a cruel twist, didn't allow Sanskar to see his sister one last time, fearing he would try to stop her from leaving.

The pain and helplessness he felt that day still lingered, a wound that had never fully healed. But now, as he gazed at the photo of his sister, he felt a sense of hope and redemption. He had finally found her, and he was determined to make up for lost time.

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