My Cruel Love
Previously?
A file vanished. A deal almost collapsed.
But Maya stood tall—graceful, fearless.
Daniel noticed.
Arman burned.
And beneath it all…
A dangerous contract still held her captive.
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(There's a scene near the end that might catch your attention—read carefully and enjoy!)
Arman was clearly feeling jealous. But of course, he'd never admit it. So instead, he convinced himself that he was just annoyed because Maya was his employee—and nothing more.
Mr. Daniel: "Oh, is that so? Well then, shall we all head out for lunch?"
Abir muttered under his breath, "Yeah, you go ahead and do your 'business' first, then we'll talk lunch."
Maya, who was standing nearby with Tanisha, tried hard to hold in her laughter. But Tanisha couldn't—she burst out laughing.
Mr. Daniel: "W-What did he just say? Why are you all laughing like that?"
Abir, grinning, replied, "I meant I'm so hungry even mice are running laps in my stomach. That's why they're laughing."
Mr. Daniel: "Ah, I see!"
Maya turned to Mr. Daniel, curiosity in her voice.
Maya: "Sir, how do you know Bengali?"
Mr. Daniel, smiling, said, "Oh, I just love your language. It's beautiful. That's why I learned it. Since I'm in business, I try to learn a little of every country's language. Besides, I plan to marry a Bengali woman someday—someone just like you."
Tanisha couldn't stop laughing and stepped away to hide it. Maya tried to suppress a smile. Meanwhile, Arman's jaw clenched tightly—his eyes burning with silent rage.
Abir whispered under his breath, "Yeah, that's obvious enough. He's clearly into her."
Then, forcing a fake grin, Abir clapped his hands together.
Abir: "Alright, enough talking. Let's eat!"
Mr. Daniel: "Yes, yes, let's go. I've been waiting to taste Maya's cooking!"
Abir: "Then let's not waste any more time."
Abir quickly led the group out of the meeting room. One by one, everyone followed. Maya, too, turned to leave—until a deep voice stopped her in her tracks.
Arman: "Wait, Miss Maya. I need a word with you."
She turned back with a polite smile.
Maya: "Yes, sir?"
Arman: "Everyone's congratulating me on the deal, but it was only possible because of your work. So, thank you. Now, what do you want in return? I don't like owing people."
Maya: "I don't want anything, sir. I'm paid for my work. You don't owe me a thing. I just did my job. There's no need to overthink it."
Arman looked at her, his tone hardening.
Arman: "You're clever, aren't you?"
Maya, smiling lightly, replied, "If I weren't, I wouldn't be able to carry out my responsibilities properly. A little cleverness is essential, sir. People may think I'm naive, but I'm not that simple."
Arman: "Yes. I can see that now."
Maya stepped a little closer.
Maya: "Sir, you knew from the start, didn't you? That the file had been removed?"
Arman smirked.
Arman: "Do you really think something can happen in Arman Shahriar's office without him knowing?"
Maya sighed. "Then why didn't you tell me sooner? That would've spared me a lot of stress."
Arman, taking a step closer, countered, "Why didn't you bring out the original file in the first place? That would've spared you the stress."
Now they were standing barely a foot apart. The room was otherwise empty, except for soft music still playing faintly in the background. Somehow, it had turned into a romantic tune. The meeting room door had also been shut—no doubt Abir's doing.
Arman's eyes locked onto hers.
Maya: "That copy file—I spent hours putting that together. I never imagined it would disappear despite all the security. And you knew... yet stayed silent. Why?"
Still staring at her, Arman replied,
Arman: "I wanted to see how you'd handle the pressure. And... I was angry at you."
Maya: "Because you thought I was careless? That I wasn't doing my job right?"
Arman didn't respond. His silence spoke volumes.
Maya, holding his gaze, asked,
Maya: "Sir, I want to know—who removed the files?"
Ignoring her question, Arman walked toward the table, picked up his phone and said,
Arman: "You'll know soon enough."
Maya, now impatient, followed him and said,
Maya: "No, I want to know now."
As he turned around, they almost collided—so close that their bodies brushed against each other. But Maya didn't flinch. She was focused, her determination unwavering.
Arman, voice low and intense, said,
Arman: "I said you'll know soon. And one more thing—stop flirting with Mr. Daniel. I don't want my clients getting distracted by anyone."
Maya, outraged, shouted,
Maya: "I'll talk to whoever I want, however I want! Who are you to tell me what to do?"
In a flash, Arman grabbed her by the waist and pulled her firmly against him. One hand clutched her chin, forcing her face inches from his. His voice hissed with fury:
Arman: "Don't forget—you belong to me for this entire month. That was the deal. Whatever I say, you do. And yet, you disobey me again and again. Miss Maya Talukdar… you're mine. Bought and paid for. Have you forgotten? If I tell you to share my bed during this month, you will. No questions."
His nails dug into her waist, making her flinch in pain. The grip on her chin was so tight, her teeth cut into the inside of her lip. She could taste the blood. It was bitter—salty. A tear slid down her cheek from the pain. But still, Arman didn't let go.
To be continued…