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You bloody pervert! How dare you touch me? Ishani spat, her anger boiling over.

But Yashvardhan's patience snapped, his gaze darkening with a dangerous intensity.

Without another word, he closed the distance between them, caging Ishani against the car with a predatory glare.

Now, now, little vixen, he growled dangerously, his voice laced with a primal edge.

Let me show you just what a pervert I can be.

With that, he seized her lips in a forceful kiss, overwhelming her with his raw desire and leaving Ishani breathless and stunned in his embrace.

As Yashvardhan's lips crashed against hers, Ishani was stunned, her mind reeling in shock and disbelief.

His kiss was fierce, igniting a firestorm of rage within her.

Ishani Raisinghania was a force to be reckoned with, and she refused to let anyone trample over her boundaries.

Summoning every ounce of her strength, Ishani pushed against Yashvardhan with all her might, causing him to stumble back slightly.

Even he was taken aback by his own actions; never before had he kissed a girl so forcefully.

But something about Ishani's fiery demeanor and piercing blue eyes had captivated him, tempting him beyond reason.

As Ishani glared at him with righteous anger, Yashvardhan couldn't help but smile, a twisted sense of amusement dancing in his eyes.

Despite her fury, there was something about her that intrigued him, something he couldn't quite put into words.

But Ishani was not one to back down, and with a swift motion, she delivered a stinging slap across Yashvardhan's left cheek, the sound echoing in the night air.

Her words cut through the tension like a knife, each syllable dripping with disdain.

How dare you kiss me? I've never seen a uncouth person like you in my life, she seethed.

Surprisingly, Yashvardhan found himself smiling at her audacity.

If anyone else had dared to speak to him in such a manner, they would have met a swift and brutal end.

But there was something about Ishani that stirred emotions within him that he never knew existed.

Trust me, blue-eyed vixen, you won't find anyone more uncouth than me, he retorted, his voice tinged with a hint of irony.

With that, Yashvardhan climbed back into his car and drove off into the night, leaving Ishani seething with anger but determined to maintain her composure.

As she retreated to her hotel room, Ishani couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that a stranger man had stirred something within her that she couldn't quite comprehend.

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As Ishani approached the Singh Fashion House, she couldn't help but admire the grandeur of the building.

Its sleek glass exterior reflected the morning sunlight, exuding an aura of elegance and sophistication.

Stepping through the entrance, Ishani was greeted by the hustle and bustle of the fashion house.

People hurried about, each immersed in their own tasks, adding to the vibrant energy of the place.

With determined steps, Ishani made her way to the reception desk, where a friendly receptionist greeted her with a warm smile.