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Prologue And so here she was. Barely in Kolkata for five seconds and fixed up with a job for just the sort of pinstripe-suited money-man that she had always hated. The penthouse apartment had its own private lift and she was discharged into a masssive carpeted landing. Disoriented she wondered whether she was actually in the apartment. And if so where was the dreade Sanskar Maheshwari? Miss Ragini I take it? The sound of his voice shocked her into spinning round red-faced and feeling as guilty as if he had caught her stealing the family silver. For a few timeless seconds Ragini stared. Every cosy image she had of Sanskar Maheshwari was shattered i an instant. This was six foot two inches of hard-packed alpha make. Suffocatingly masculine.
SWARAGINI (Her Impossible Boss) Chapter 1
