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Chapter 76
"What the—" Dhruv looks down at the plastic empty bottle that hit him with utter disgust. "Who did this?" He looks up at the four of us, and his angry, hazel eyes look at me in realisation. I walk towards him with a guilty face. "Meera?" He points at the bottle that lays on the ground.
"I'm so sorry. It was my fault. I should have seen you coming. But it wasn't my intention at all." I touch his forehead. "Are you hurt?" I just hope this does not make me lose my job. This is the first time Dhruv is hit by something. The business tycoon is hit by a plastic bottle.
Dhruv's hard eyes soften at my touch and there is a swirl of mixed emotions in them. Amusement? What is so amusing in this? "It's... alright. I'm okay." He fumbles with his words as he stares at me.
"Are you sure?" I scan his head and it looks clean. Nobody would be able to tell that he was hit by a plastic bottle. That also
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