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"Devils roll the dice.. angels roll their eyes..", He hummed to himself sitting back on his seat, toying with a pen, in his cabin. "You cannot snatch the restaurant this way!", She walked in, in anguish. He looked up, a slight smile on his lips. "No introduction.. direct accusation? That's not good enough for a first meet, Miss Joshi.", He said casually as he stood up. "Bad people like you never win, Mister Zaveri!", She shouted at him. "Uff.. say it again. I love the way you called me Mister with that accent." • Arnav Zaveri is a menace of a different kind. In his late thirties, sipping whiskey, humming to his favourite music - he loves only two things. The darkness that he lives in, and the ambition to have everything beautiful in the world. Everything that he deems beautiful, or wishes was his - must ultimately become his. Anupamaa Joshi was everything that Arnav wasn't. She had made herself whatever she was, right from the scratch. For her being righteous was more important than anything else. Carrying the burden of ache and pain for years now, she had still not changed. The world couldn't make her bitter. She now peacefully works at a restaurant as a chef, and lives a normal, ordinary life. But when the dominos cascades, she is dragged into the darkness of Arnav's world - she knows she has to fight. But who does she fight in a war where the opponent is ready to lose with a smile? • anupamaa × oc
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