𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 3 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐲𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 "This fucking Aadvik Roy Malhotra is fucking my brain cells!" "Will you please stop laughing, you dickhead?" I screamed in frustration, fighting the urge to bang my head against the wall. "Fine, Boss Lady," he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. He looked like something straight out of a mafia fantasy-and why was my traitorous mind even noticing how fucking hot he was? Sure, he was handsome, but more like a hot dog than anything else. I mentally rolled my eyes at my own hypocrisy. When I glanced at his face again, he burst into another fit of laughter. This duffer. I had half a mind to slam his head against the table until every single one of his perfect teeth fell out and his handsome face get ruined. "Will you stop, or do I need to leave you here alone, you wanker?" I snapped. He just looked at me with that infuriating smirk. "Women shouldn't curse," he drawled, which only made me roll my eyes harder. "Get fucked!" I shouted, beyond caring about his opinion.