The early morning sun cast a soft, golden hue over the cityscape, filtering through the tall glass windows of Abhay Rajpoot's luxurious penthouse. The sleek, modern apartment was silent except for the faint sounds of someone moving quietly in the kitchen.
Ruhi, dressed in a simple yet elegant outfit, stood by the stove, flipping an omelet with practiced ease. The aroma of freshly brewed soup mixed with the warmth of toasted bread filled the space. It was a simple breakfast—toast, egg omelet, and soup—but it wasn't about the food. This was part of her mission.
She needed to get closer to Abhay.
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[Scene 1: The Perfect Opportunity]
With the breakfast neatly arranged on a tray, Ruhi moved towards Abhay's bedroom. Her heartbeat quickened—not from nerves, but from the duality of her purpose. She was his secretary… but also his shadow, sent to unravel his evolutionary secrets.
She gently knocked on the door. No response.
Pushing it open, she found the bed unmade, the sheets slightly rumpled. No sign of Abhay.
Then she heard the faint sound of water running. The shower.
Her eyes darted around the room, instincts kicking in. This was her chance.
She moved quickly, her steps silent against the polished floor. Her sharp gaze scanned the pillows, the sheets, the edges of the mattress. She leaned in, fingers brushing over the fabric.
There.
A strand of black hair caught against the white pillowcase. She carefully picked it up, placing it into a small, sealed vial hidden in her pocket. But that wasn't enough. She needed more.
Ruhi checked the comb on the dresser, the bathroom towel on the chair, even the floor near the bed. Every detail mattered.
But just as she was about to check the nightstand—
The sound of the shower stopping.
Her heart raced. She had seconds.
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[Scene 2: Caught in the Act?]
Without missing a beat, Ruhi swiftly put everything back in place—the pillow fluffed, the sheets smoothed, the comb exactly where it was. She grabbed the breakfast tray, masking her racing thoughts with a calm expression.
The bathroom door creaked open, and there stood Abhay, a towel slung around his waist, water glistening on his chiseled form. His sharp eyes locked onto hers, a flicker of surprise—maybe even curiosity—crossing his face.
"Good morning," Abhay said, his voice deep and smooth, his eyes briefly flickering to the tray she held. "Breakfast in bed? That's new."
Ruhi smiled, hiding the adrenaline still rushing through her veins.
"You've been working hard. I thought you deserved a little care."
Abhay raised an eyebrow, walking past her with the confidence of a man who owned the world. Or maybe something beyond it.
"That's thoughtful of you," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed, his gaze lingering on her for just a moment longer than usual. "You're full of surprises, Ruhi."
Ruhi chuckled softly, setting the tray down, her mind already replaying every move she'd made. Did he notice anything?
But Abhay didn't say more. He picked up the toast, taking a bite, his expression unreadable.
Yet, deep inside, both of them knew—this was more than just breakfast.
It was the beginning of a dangerous game, where every glance, every word, every stolen moment carried hidden truths.
—End of Chapter 18—