Happy Reading Guyz ππ
[Yuvraj likes her?]
Owww, I can't even open my eyes. It feels like someone placed a heavy weight on my head and is relentlessly pounding it with a hammer.
With great effort and a grimace, I opened my eyes and struggled to get up. I held my throbbing head and noticed someone approaching my bedside.
"Glad you didn't die" Rehaan said as he passed me a glass of water. I rolled my eyes, but winced from the pain in my head and reached out to grip his forearm for support. As my vision cleared, I met his gaze, finding him looking at me intently.
I withdrew my hand and glanced at the other person in the room. Kriti, my assistant, approached me and asked, "Are you okay, ma'am?" I nodded at her, and Rehaan ordered her "Bring the deal papers for your ma'am to sign."
She placed the papers on my lap.
Does she work for me or him? Why is she following his orders? Having no energy to say that aloud I just stared blankly at them. Never did I imagine signing the deal for my dream project in a freaking hospital bed with a super freak person.
Rehaan had already signed them. I took a deep breath and extended my hand for the pen. He placed his pen in my palm, and I shoved it back at him, then I extended my hands towards kriti, for my favourite pen and then she placed it on my palm.
Rehaan gave me an 'are you serious look'.
He might think it is childish but that it is my favourite pen, all my deals are signed with it and they were super hit.
My fingers trembled slightly as I pondered what I was about to do. Is this the right decision? I hoped I wouldn't regret it.
I took a deep breath and braced myself for what lay ahead. I signed the papers, and then Rehaan placed another set from his side for me to sign.
As I read through them carefully, he chuckled. I wasn't foolish enough to trust him completely. I signed, and he took the papers back. Now that I had made the decision, there was no time to second-guess whether it was right or not. I believe in making decisions first and then making them right.
"Congratulations Ms. Rajput on being associated with Raichand's. I hope this project of yours takes you to something big and changes your status" I looked at him confused, trying to decipher the underlying meaning of his words.
Takes me to something big and changes my status?
I am already a millionaire dude!
"And of course bring profit to you" he completed.
"You don't need to worry about my profit, Mr. Raichand." I shot him a glare.
"Take care of your head! We can't afford your decision-making getting any worse!" Rehaan said and patted my head. I heard a snicker and shot a glare at the person. Rehaan made his exit, and Kriti dropped me off at home.
How can a person be this useless and free? I mean why does he even come to the office?
I was so frustrated that I sighed for the fifth time and slammed my pen on the table.
He's been glued to his phone for the last 20 minutes.
"You know, your phone works in your cabin too" I said taking a long breath.
"Hmm" he just hummed in response, without taking his eyes off the phone.
"Can you please pick up your legs and walk back to your own cabin?"
"No" he refused immediately and his fingers continued working their way on the phone.
Oh God, what is his problem?
"Whyy?" I crossed my arms and stared at him.
"I like it here".
"But I don't like you here," I retorted, raising an eyebrow.
"So, you'd like me more if I weren't here?" he asked, finally meeting my gaze. A playful grin tugged at his lips, and his eyes sparkled with mischief.
Oh God! Please take him away.
"Maybe, can you go now?" I bit out the words, massaging my temple as I struggled to keep my cool.
"No, it didn't sound sincere to me," he said, waving it off as he relaxed back in the chair.
"Lakshay," I said his name loud, my patience wearing thin.
"Don't force me to take legal action against you," I threatened, pointing my finger at him.
He chuckled and set his phone aside, looking at me intently.
I would have warned him before if that was what was going to work. Phew, wasted my time.
Him: "Being a lawyer must keep you on your toes all the time, hmm?"
Finally, he seemed to grasp the seriousness of my profession.
I nodded smiling a little.
Him: "Since Lawyers are pretty busy, I guess no chance for a boyfriend, right?"
My eyebrows raised in disbelief, and I froze in place, too shocked to react and struggling to keep a straight face.
I took a much needed deep breath before faking a smile.
Alright, if he's starting it, let me handle the rest! Two can flirt better than one!
Me: "Are you asking me or just thinking out loud?"
I interlaced my fingers together and batted my eyelashes innocently at him. As he smiled, I couldn't help but notice the beautiful dimples on his face.
Me: "Since you're so free, I bet you have tons of girlfriends!"
Him: "I'm not so sure about that".
Me: "Whether they're your girlfriends or just chicks?"
He let out a chuckle, and his dimple flashed once more; I turned my eyes elsewhere.
Him: "We are diverting off the question, aren't we?"
He leaned in and casually rested his elbow on the table.
Me: "What do you think Mr. Rathore?"
I asked playfully.
Him: "I mean, pretty ladies usually aren't single. So, prove me wrong if possible."
Me: "That's not possible".
Him: "Then you are not pretty".
I couldn't help but laugh at that statement.
Him: "So, are there any chances I could play a special role in your life?"
Me: "What kind of chances?"
Him: "Like, a chance to be your love..."
Me: "Lovely brother, maybe?"
I cut him off.
Him: "Hell no!" He leaned back and glared at me.
Me: "Hell yes!" I said controlling my laugh.
Then after a few minutes of Silence he said.
Him: "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
Me: "Of course."
He raised his eyebrows.
Me: "You could be my rakhi brother."
Him: "What?" His expression horrified, as he straightened himself.
I think this is the first time he is listening about being a brother.
Him: "Nobody has ever made a handsome guy like me their brother". He said irritated.
Self-Obsessed Jerk!
Me: "So let me be the first one!"
Him: "NO WAY! I already have one Anabella of a sister, I don't need another".
Me: "Oh, come on! One Anabella's great, but two would be twice the fun!"
I shouted as he furiously made his way out. I burst out laughing as he slammed the door shut.
This was fun-troubling him the way he troubles others; he couldn't handle the taste of his own medicine. It was a blast turning the tables on him.
I woke up and turned off my alarm, stretching my limbs and yawning.
"Ah, my back hurts," I muttered. I rotated my neck clockwise and then counterclockwise, and soon a satisfying popping sound came, relieving some tension. I had barely slept for four hours and needed to get ready quickly to make it on time.
The whole night passed in a blink, reading and understanding the files and then writing that report which is yet to be completed as I dozed off in the middle.
Feeling dull today with an upset stomach and headache, I popped a medicine into my mouth before heading to Shanaya's room.
Her limbs were sprawled across the bed, and the blanket, probably kicked aside, lay down on the floor. Months ago, I occupied the same unfortunate position as that poor blanket, ousted by Shanaya's fearless kicks.
She's a wild sleeper, throwing punches and kicks like she's in a boxing match! Precaution is definitely better than risking a black eye. Ever since that day, I've not slept with her. Even Himanshi prefers living room couches over her bed.
I covered her properly with the blanket and checked her temperature. I left the apartment and reached my office which was deserted. Why do I have to report this early?
I said namaste to the uncle who was busy cleaning the floors, and to my surprise, he flashed the first smile I've seen in this office. It was contagious, and soon I found myself grinning too.
After talking to him, I headed to the cafe as he told me that it was open. As I stepped into the cafe, the air was filled with the irresistible aroma of delicious cuisines. It was my first time here, and my mouth watered at the sight of samosas, pizza, burgers, sandwiches, cookies, and pastries.
I found a cozy spot near the balcony after ordering the love of my life, chai and samosas. As I nearly finished writing my report, a voice called out to me. I turned to see a breathtaking blue-eyed man standing nearby.
Gorgeous! was the first word that came to my mouth seeing him.
As I gazed at him, I heard faint voices in the background saying, "Ma'am, your order". Oh God, who's interrupting me from admiring the beauty right in front of me?"
"Huh?" I blinked at him in a daze. How can someone be this gorgeous? He's so cute and looks younger. Wait, is he actually younger than me?
His voice jolted me back to reality as he said, "Your order" a bit louder than expected. Startled, I immediately averted my gaze, finding the floor tiles oddly captivating. I hadn't noticed the intricate white details before.
Oh goodness, this is so embarrassing! He totally caught me staring at him.
My eyes betrayed me again when he asked, "Where should I keep this?" I pointed to the table without taking my eyes off him. He chuckled softly and glanced at the table, and I quickly followed, pretending to focus on it. Nervously, I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, feeling my face flush with embarrassment, I squeezed my eyes shut. I hurriedly cleaned up the mess I had made on the table.
I seem to have earned an honorary PhD in embarrassing myself.
I stammered nervously, "T-thanks" as he smiled and walked away. Watching him from behind, I quickly turned away, feeling flustered.
Oh gosh, what's going on with me? Why did I make a fool out of myself, in front of him ? Oh my goodness! I don't even know his name yet.
Oh silly me, I should have checked the name plate instead of getting lost in his face! I'll see when I will pay the bill.
I couldn't resist tapping and squishing my cheeks-they felt so warm and fuzzy!
Shaking my head, I focused my attention on the samosas and chai. I finished them and went to the counter in the hope of seeing him again. But I couldn't even see a glimpse of him, so I paid the amount as I was getting late.
I quickly brewed the blackest coffee ever for Mr. Boss and rushed to his cabin, only to find it empty.
Kitna bada hypocrite hai yaar?
Wo employees ko jaldi bulata hai par khud late aata hai.
[Such a big hypocrite, man!
He calls employees early but comes late himself]
I placed it on his table and, with nothing else to do, decided to take a stroll through the lion's den since the lion isn't here. I didn't touch any of the files or papers, just glanced at the books behind his desk and frowned.
Koi Harvard ka scholar sholar hai kya ye?
[He is a Harvard scholar or what!]
All the books were related to business, finance etc. Uninterested, I moved ahead and noticed a small sculpture.
Rich people and their obsession with ancient sculptures and paintings, uff!
I was about to touch it but I backed off remembering what he did to me when I broke his vase. That incident is still very fresh in my memory. Every word, every humiliation.
As I leaned casually against the wall, lost in thought, I suddenly felt a strange shift beneath me. The wall seemed to give way, and before I could react, I found myself tumbling backward.
Why's the wall moving? What's going on? Is this what an earthquake feels like?
I was thrown straight on my butt into a new world. I stared at the wall or should I say the moving magical wall through which I entered. Startled, I looked around and found myself in a world of books.
Wow, oh my gosh, he has such a huge library!
I gazed in awe at all the books, my lips slightly parted.
Interesting! My eyes wandered around the room, soaking in the sight of all those bookshelves. This place, even the book screams Richie-rich, royalty and an exquisite collection. Being the book lover I am, I couldn't resist exploring the books, curious to know what genre he reads.
I blinked a few times, trying to read a book name. Wait what language is this?
Is it spanish? German? Dutch?
How many languages can he read?
These books are making me feel like I was a backbencher and not a topper. I picked one up-bad decision. It was so heavy that if you threw it at someone's head, they'd surely faint, or if lucky, catch a one-way ticket to heaven. Each book is in royal colors, and their thickness is almost the size of my hand!
After being felt penniless, powerless and knowledgeless in many ways, I started my journey to the next book shelf which had names I could read.
I couldn't help but notice the kind of books he reads-titles like 'Masters of Emotional Blackmail', 'Dark Psychology', and 'Social Engineering: The Art of Human Hacking'.
He even has murder books like 'Watching you', 'We were liars', 'In the Woods' and many more.
Like seriously 'Watching you'!
It gives stalkers and dark kinds of vibes!
His taste in books gives me the creeps; just reading the names makes me break out in a cold sweat. It seems like he's really into themes of mystery, murder, crime, desires, money, manipulation, and emotions. It's unsettling, to say the least.
The fact that he's read these books makes me think he could easily manipulate anyone's thoughts, get inside someone's head and that creeps me out.
It's a very disturbing thought.
I have never even heard the names of these books, let alone see.
He has no books which he actually require that of 'Anger management and the Win', 'The Art of not being a jerk', 'How to treat Women with respect?', 'How to treat Employees like Actual Humans?', 'The Gentleman's Guide to not being a Total Crank', 'How to smile and be polite?'.
He's got a few screws loose, if you know what I mean... like, literally!
Disappointed, I reached the end and My eyes widened in shock and a bit of disgust as I stared at the collection of liquor bottles.
He has a magical wall in his office?
He has a giant of a library in his office?
And now...
He has a BAR in a LIBRARY? That's unbelievable!
My nose scrunched in disgust as I looked at the yellow, brown, red, and black fluids filling the glass bottles. I can't stand people who drink regularly, and to me, drinking is next to a sin.
Does he drink first or read first?
I quickly diverted my eyes away and looked at the third shelf.
He has so many books, I wonder if he has 'Harry Potter and the Cursed Child'. I've read all the Harry Potter novels except that one, but I'm too broke to buy it. It's way too expensive for me!
Itni badi library ka kya fayda jab usme must-have kids aur romantic section hi nahi hai.
[What's the point of having such a large library if it doesn't even have the essential kids' and romantic sections?]
Suddenly, a file caught my eye, and before I knew it, my hand was reaching out for it. What's this file doing here?
"How the hell did you get in here?" My hands trembled as the file fell and its contents spilled out. My eyes widened in panic. Why do I feel like I just got caught stealing?
I slowly turned around, coming face to face with the devil himself. His eyes blazed with fury, and his hands were clenched into tight fists at his sides.
I batted my eyelashes with a little gulp before trying to speak.
He shouted, "OUT OF HERE NOW!" again, his voice filled with anger, and I meekly nodded in response.
As I reached for the file, my eyes caught the picture inside it. Before I could see more, he seized my arm and began dragging me out, his grip firm and urgent.
He shoved me out of the room and snapped, "Get me another coffee and bring the report".
I picked up the cup which by now had turned cold, sighing I was going out of the room, when he interrupted me.
I turned around, and in the most deadpan voice, he said, "I am watching you, Aditi." I quickly shut the door, my heart racing with fear, and I sprinted out of there.
Why was her picture in the file? I couldn't see much, but it looked like a bio-data or something. It left me wondering.
After a lot of brainstorming, my mind came to a scary but intriguing conclusion-could it be possible that... he likes her?
His heart is so cold, you could probably store ice cream in it and it'd stay frozen forever!
I couldn't help but laugh at my own silly thoughts.
The whole day went by working and working and following Mr. Boss here and there.
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[I am So Sorry]
One week later
My one week here has been completed.
I know that how this one week went.
One week with the most intolerable, highly dominating, and extremely rude boss.
One week without me creating any trouble.
I am surprised that I have endured this week!
Proud of myself, patting myself on the shoulder! I deserve an award for this!
Right now, I am preparing an iced americano for Boss. I think he is bored of the black coffee, change of taste!
And the twist I really don't know how to make it!
After googling about it, finally I reached the conclusion that making iced americano is quite difficult.
What should I do now? I have limited time before he tunes into Gorilla mode!
After a lot of pacing around in the kitchen, googling, slapping my forehead, I ended up calling Himanshi.
"Himanshi leave hi, hello and whats'up. Just tell me fast how to make an iced americano. Be quick, come on fast, start speaking already" I said as soon as she picked up the call.
"Okay, first to make an iced Americano, Prepare 2 shots of espresso.............Stir and then done. Easy right?" Himanshi said.
And I nodded slowly. Well, that explanation went straight over my head like a jet plane!
I couldn't grasp much out of it.
"Himanshi SLOWLY. Tell me step by step or it would be better if you text me the recipe. Please?" I said sweetly hoping that she would do it but she was busy. She was late for the court hearing.
Now what should I do? I have already wasted 10 minutes doing this, then I called Shauns.
"Shauns, I don't have much time. Just tell me how to make an iced Americano step by step," I said in a desperate plea.
"You don't like iced Americanos?" she mumbled in a sleepy voice. Oh, she's still asleep.
Lucky girl!
"It's not for me but for my boss. Tell me quickly," I said impatiently, tapping my foot on the floor.
"YOUR BOSS?" she shouted, making me pull the phone away from my ear. "You're not his servant, bro! Tune business administration ki degree chaprasi ka kaam kerne ke liye nahi li hai? You've earned it! Tell him to make it himself or find someone else!" As expected from Shanaya. I have to admit she's right.
And that chaprasi wali line really hit me!
I did top my university to earn that degree, and now I'm stuck doing this. He doesn't even value it. Why am I putting up with this? It's the contract and fear of him blacklisting me.
"You are right Shanaya. But I have to do this, it's my job..." I tried to reason with her.
"Then leave the job," she said, yawning. It's so easy for her to say this.
"And do what? Sit home, jobless, in my pajamas all day?"
"Hey, that doesn't sound too bad. At least you get to eat all the snacks you want!"
"Yeah, but there's no snack that's worth getting blacklisted for!"
"Well, in that case, Come to me. I will hire you".
She has already done so much for me and I don't want to become a burden on her by taking more favours from her. I want to achieve success with my own potential, I have capabilities and I want to challenge myself.
"You know, Shanaya, I really can't. Bye for now, talk to you later!"
"Don't you dare-"
"Byyyyyye!" I cut her off before she could finish.
What do I do now? I reached out to both of them for help, but instead of finding clarity, I'm left even more confused.
Should I make him an Americano?
"No, you shouldn't. Have some self-respect, Aditi. Shanaya was right; you're not his servant," the rational part of me argued.
With this newfound resolve, I decided that I would not make him an iced Americano. Never!
I'm not his slave, for goodness' sake-an employee.
Bohot ho gaya yaar, ek limit hoti hai har cheez ki. He's such a coffee addict that he's got me making it at least three times a day!
[Enough is enough, seriously! There's a limit to everything.]
I walked into his cabin to let him know I wouldn't be making his black coffee, iced Americano, or whatever 'poison' he drinks ever again! For once, the click of my heels actually makes me feel confident.
My steps staggered as I reached out to knock on his door. I took a deep breath and entered.
"Keep it here," he ordered, and I looked at him, interlacing my fingers together as all my confidence seemed to vanish into the washroom.
#2 Effect of the Devil
Well, that advice from Shanaya really went south. Next time I need a disaster, I know who to call!
"A-actually, sir, v-vo na..." I stammered, but his annoyance was clear as he looked up at me.
I lowered my gaze, and he asked, clearly irritated, "I asked you for an iced Americano. Where is it?"
I kept my mouth shut, having no answer to that.
Next time, I'm going with Himanshi and not even calling Shanaya for advice. She just helps me more, in getting in trouble!
"Answer me when I ask you something," he said, raising an eyebrow.
"Actually, I wanted to ask you about... aah... umm..." I stammered, my face flushing as I struggled to find the right words.
"I don't have all day to watch you stumble over your words," he snapped, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration and his voice sharp with irritation.
"How do you manage to stay so cool with an iced Americano? I'm struggling just watching you!" I blurted out, my face reddening as I immediately regretted the words. His expression shifted to a mix of confusion and annoyance.
I guess he's taking it the wrong way!
"Your iced Americano is coming! I'm just making sure it's as cool as you are," I said, trying to sound cheerful but feeling my nerves show through.
He clasped his hands together, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized me. "Are you trying to butter me up?"
Yes, you fool! So just melt, you cold-hearted moron!!! I thought to myself, but of course, I couldn't say that out loud. My love for my life and salary outweighed my frustration.
"NO. Of course not! How could I?" I said, my voice shaky as I tried to cover up my lie. He looked even more suspicious, his gaze probing as if searching for the truth. I needed to come up with something quick to distract him.
Fast, Aditi, fast!
"Iced Americano?" I exclaimed, my hands flailing a bit as I tried to cover my awkwardness. "Give me a second to make sure I don't accidentally brew a poison instead!"
OH GOD!
"Potion. I mean potion, sir," I corrected myself, my face burning with embarrassment.
His tone was sharp and strained, a clear sign of his frustration. "Aditi, I'm about to lose my cool here if you don't get me my iced Americano in the next fifteen minutes, or else!"
"Um, I don't really know what I'm saying here, but, uh, you're amazing, really! I mean, like, seriously incredible. I guess my mind is just processing all these nice things, and my tongue is, well, just trying to deliver them!" I stuttered, my voice nervous and flustered, with a hint of forced cheerfulness.
"10 minutes," he said curtly, glancing at his watch with a look of impatience.
"Huh?" It took me a moment to process his demand.
"Sir, that's not fair..."
"5 minutes," he said, cutting me off. I nodded quickly and ran out of there, my heart racing. Seriously?
This man doesn't even like compliments? I have never praised someone this before!
Cool, my foot.
He is Cold!
Amazing, my foot. He is Annoying!
Incredible, my foot. He is Inconsiderate!
What should I do? I looked at my watch and frowned, 30 seconds, already gone?
What should I do?
Hold up, I think I just figured something out. My brain is doing a happy little dance.
I rushed to the cafeteria and got an iced Americano. That's my big idea-I'll just pour this into his cup and give it to him!
"Jaldi bhaiya" I said looking at my watch, only 3:00 minutes were left.
[Fast bhaiya]
After glaring at me for what felt like forever, he finally shoved the order into my hands. I snatched it and darted toward the kitchen, pouring the drink into his cup with frantic movements. I raced back to his floor, heart pounding__50 seconds left.
Panting, I reached his door. Only 15 seconds left.
"Oh my God, I need to hurry!" I gasped, yanking the door open without knocking. Yuvraj turned towards me as I lunged forward, clutching the cup. My heel skidded on the marble floor, and I yelped, eyes widening in horror as I stumbled.
My eyes locked with his as I tried to regain my balance, but it was too late. The iced americano flew out of my hand, spilling all over Yuvraj. My mouth dropped open, and I leaned against the table, gasping for breath.
"Thank God I'm safe," I mumbled, pressing a hand to my pounding heart.
When I looked up, Yuvraj's face darkened with rage, his eyes narrowing into slits as his fists clenched at his sides. His jaw was set tight, and his shoulders tensed, as if he was trying to contain the fury bubbling inside him. The iced Americano dripped down his shirt, dark stains spreading across the fabric as he stood there, seething. I blinked, frozen in fear.
The icy liquid trickled down his face and splattered onto the floor, and his glare felt like it could burn a hole through me.
I could see his chest heaving with each sharp breath he took, his damp clothes clinging to him as he glared at me, making it clear that he was pissed.
"S-sorry, sir! I didn't mean to... I am very sorry sir" I stammered, desperately apologizing.
Why does this always happen to me? Why can't anything in my life go right? I feel like slamming my head on this table.
I stood frozen, my hands trembling as I clutched my face. My knees shook, and I struggled to breathe, my eyes darting away from his furious gaze. Sweat trickled down my back, and I clung to the edge of the table, my body trembling with fear.
I slowly took out my handkerchief from pocket and gave it to him.
He glanced at it and then at me. I slowly made my way towards him, keeping my gaze fixed to my heels.
Just because of you all this is happening! I shouldn't have worn them.
I came close to him and started wiping his shirt with my handkerchief. He grabbed my hand and I looked up at him when he said in a very low dangerous voice "Don't!". I shivered hearing him, but what mess I have created, I will only clean.
I tried withdrawing my hand from him but his grip was very strong, and then I brought my another hand and pushed him with all my might.
That...
That his steps staggered backwards and along with him, I was also pulled by him. With a thud, he fell onto the chair, and I also ended up falling on top of him.
My eyes widened and a gasp left my mouth. I immediately detached myself from him muttering "I am very sorry. I didn't mean to push you...".
"Just Fucking stop" he bellowed at me. My eyes teared up, but I didn't stop.
"Please sir let me do this. It's because of me that you are all drenched up. I will fix it up please" I pleaded him with my eyes.
I was genuinely sorry for what happened to him. He needed to go for an meeting also.
As I wiped the iced americano from his chest, I noticed that I was not wiping it, instead I was making it more worse. I looked at him to find him looking at me, with no expression on his face.
I smiled nervously at him, now how should I correct this? Yeh tho aur kharab ho gaya.
[It got more bad]
"S_sir" I hesitated before speaking, he raised his eyebrow.
I closed my eyes and said "The stain is not going. Just give me your shirt. I will clean this and give it to you back". He didn't answer for a minute so I slowly, slowly peeked out from beneath my lashes and glanced up at him nervously.
He looked at me with a completely blank expression, but his eyes burned with a fury that was unmistakable.
"And what roam around half-naked?" He sneered at me.
"No no, you don't need to roam around. Just sit here, I will wash it and bring it back to you" I said with a small smile on my face.
He glared at me and tried to stood up, but I stopped him by placing my hand on his chest.
"What? Where are you going sir?" I asked him.
"Step back" but I didn't in spite of his warning.
"Sir let me do this..."
"You have done enough damage for the day Ms. Khurrana. Now back off" he said with finality in his voice, that I surrendered.
I moved my hand back but...my watch was snagged on his shirt cuff, bringing both of us to an abrupt halt.
"Oh no, I'm so sorry" I stammered, my face turning red.
How many times will you God embarass me in one day?
I immediately tried to free my watch, my fingers trembling with nerves. His eyes narrowing. "Be careful," he snapped, his voice cold. My attempts only seemed to make things worse. With one final, desperate tug, I heard a series of loud pops.
I looked down in horror as two of Yuvraj's shirt buttons flew off, landing on the polished office floor. His shirt now gaped open, revealing his muscular chest.
His face darkened, his eyes blazing with fury. "What have you done?" he demanded, his voice a low growl."I-I'm so, so sorry," I whispered with a shaky voice.
I felt as if my heart might leap out of my chest. I couldn't bring myself to meet his fiery gaze. He said through gritted teeth "OUT OF MY SIGHT NOW!"
I nodded frantically, tears welling up in my eyes. I quickly untangled my watch and was about to say something when he snapped "NOT A WORD. OUT!!" I fled down the hall. I could barely breathe, my mind racing with fear and embarrassment.
What have I done? Itne saare blunder ek hi din me?
[What have I done? So many blunders in just one day.]
I was complimenting myself earlier this morning but I now believe that evil cast is real as my own self casted an evil spell on myself today.
"You think that's funny?" Aditi exclaimed, her eyes narrowing into a glare as she placed her hands on her hips. Himanshi, clutching her stomach, had been laughing uncontrollably for the past five minutes.
"N-no," Himanshi managed to say between gasps, trying to regain her composure. "That's hilarious... hahaha," she burst into laughter again, wiping tears from her eyes.
"You literally ripped his shirt off?" Himanshi asked, finally catching her breath, her eyes wide with amusement.
"I DID NOT," Aditi shot back defensively, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Oh really?" Himanshi raised an eyebrow, smirking.
"My watch did, not me," Aditi clarified, holding up her wrist to show the offending accessory.
"It's the same thing," Himanshi said, shaking her head, still chuckling.
"It's not funny, Himanshi. What if he does something to me?" Aditi asked, her eyebrows creased with worry.
"What will he do?"
"I don't know, but he might throw hot coffee on me or smash my head with the cup." Aditi's eyes widened as she listed the possible scenarios.
"And why do you think that?"
"Because he took revenge for the vase thing, remember?"
"Hmmm," Himanshi murmured thoughtfully.
"Chill, Aditi. Nothing like that will happen. You're just overthinking," Himanshi said with a grin, trying to hide her own amusement.
Aditi sighed in relief "Thank God it was an iced Americano and not his usual hot coffee, otherwise, I would have been talking to you from my grave".
Thankgod, that all is well!
At least till now!
Himanshi nudged Aditi with a grin. "Let's head to the cafe for lunch since sir is not here" saying that they headed over to the cafe.
At the cafΓ©, they ordered pizza, fries, and cold drinks. They were deep in conversation and devouring their food when a new, unwelcome guest decided to join their lunch.
A hand reached out from the adjacent chair and snatched a slice of pizza. Both Aditi and Himanshi followed the sneaky hand's path to see Lakshay grinning at them from the next table.
Aditi raised an eyebrow, then pulled the pizza back towards her. "Lakshay, seriously? Keep your hands off our food!"
Lakshay grinned and leaned back. "Just wanted to see if you'd notice. Looks like you two are more alert than I thought."
Aditi laughed. And soon he was also served.
"Don't you both have work to do Slacking off just because Bhai isn't here. And don't forget, I'm the COO" Lakshya said sternly, staring directly at Himanshi.
"Hawww, Lakshay! I never thought you'd be such a killjoy. You're really doing this to us?" Aditi teased, giving him a playful smack on the shoulder. They both involved themselve in a funny conversation, mocking each other.
"Did you just hit me?" Lakshay asked shocked.
"No, no, Does this count?" Aditi said playfully, punching him on his shoulder again.
"Aditi, know your limits. Just because I'm not saying anything, doesn't mean you can do whatever you want," Lakshya shouted at her, his voice firm and unyielding. Her face fell, and she looked like she was on the verge of tears.
"I-I am sorry" Aditi said standing up..
Lakshay couldn't hold back his laughter "Look at your face! You were actually about to cry, little Aditi!"
Aditi glared at him "You think this is funny Lakshay?"
"Of course, I was just joking " he chuckled.
"Teri tho... I will kill you" Aditi lunged towards him.
"Later, Aditi. Not here. I have a reputation to maintain".
"Oh right, my reputation too" Aditi said, pretending to adjust an invisible collar before sitting back down.
Aditi was happily munching on her pizza, savoring every bite, when she heard someone call out, "Aditi, I want you to make a presentation on our new business project. So come to my cabin now." She closed her eyes in frustration, thinking she'd get a break today since Yuvraj wasn't around, but his assistant had other plans. Her happy face fell, 'I can't even eat my food in peace,' she thought.
Lakshay, in a commanding voice, said, "Mrs. Verma, she will join you in half an hour." Mrs. Verma scowled but nodded in agreement.
"And I don't like you calling your employees directly by their names, so keep that in mind next time," he added, disapproving of the way she addressed Aditi. In the corporate world, honorifics are important. Mrs. Verma left, giving Aditi a side-eye, while Aditi grinned.
"Thanks, Lakshay," Aditi said, flashing her wide, cheeky smile.
"Anything for you," Lakshay replied.
"Then do it more often. It would be best if you did that every day," Aditi beamed, taking another bite of her pizza. Lakshay just rolled his eyes, saying, "Not gonna happen."
All the girls around them watched, burning with jealousy at how close Aditi was to Lakshay. They couldn't believe that an intern like her got to work directly under Yuvraj so soon after joining.
Yuvraj was climbing the stairs to his room when his mother called out to him.
"Come quickly, let's have dinner together." Yuvraj nodded and continued to his room.
Twenty minutes later, he came down after showering and joined his family for dinner.
It was rare for him to share a meal with his family. He often stayed in his separate mansion a few kilometers away, making his presence at family dinners infrequent.
"Yuvraj, we need to discuss something very important," his grandfather, Ram Singh Rathore, said in his usual cold tone.
Yuvraj looked at him expectantly. "We have found a potential match for your marriage."
Yuvraj closed his eyes in frustration. This was the topic he had been avoiding for months.
"How many times do I have to say it? I'm not ready for marriage right now. So please, stop bringing up the topic again and again," Yuvraj said, clearly irritated.
"When will you be ready? When I'm dead? Is that what you're waiting for?" his grandfather exclaimed, soon breaking into a loud cough.
Yuvraj's mother handed his grandfather some water. "Yuvraj, he's right. How long will you keep postponing this? You have to get married eventually. It would be better if we start looking for the right person now. We're not asking you to get married immediately, just to meet some potential matches. A little engagement won't hurt."
Yuvraj clenched his fist. He was averse to the idea of wasting time on marriage. Even if it was on his list of things to do, it would be the last priority, and he didn't want to spend more than a day on it. Marriage meant more responsibilities, and he already had enough.
"Fine, start looking. But it will be my decision whether or not I marry her. No one will question me or my choices regarding the marriage or how I treat her. Is that clear?" With those words, Yuvraj walked away, leaving the family to ponder his stance.
His mother shook her head and said, "At least he agreed to it."
"But what if Bhai doesn't treat the girl right? Her life will be ruined then," Deepti voiced her concern.
"You know we can't do much about it, Deepti. Yuvraj is so stubborn and set in his ways; he hardly listens to anyone. I see how he's living his life, and it breaks my heart. I wish I could make him see the right path. If I had a daughter, I wouldn't let her marry him, to be honest. He has so many issues, and I know he's not the kind of man most would consider a good husband. But he's still my son, and it pains me to see him like this-alive but with no life in his heart, like a robot going through the motions of life. I might be selfish, but all I want is for him to have a chance at a better life. I know he's far from perfect, but he will try to be the best for her. I hope that maybe a loving wife could bring some warmth back into his life, and could help him find some happiness. I hope she might be able to bring some light into his bleak world. I hope she makes him feel the wonders of emotions which he has hidden behind his blank face. I hope she makes him do the things which he has never thought of. I hope she takes care of him as he has never let anybody take care of him. I know it's a lot to ask, but I just have this small hope that marriage might be the change he needs."
Deepti agreed with her and soon headed to her room. As she was strolling on the terrace, she saw Yuvraj leaning on the railing and smoking.
"Bhai, why don't you quit smoking? You know it's not good for your health," Deepti muttered, settling onto the nearby sofa.
"Not everything has to be done just to live, Deepti," Yuvraj replied, exhaling a plume of smoke. "Sometimes, the things that aren't good for you bring the satisfaction that the healthy stuff can't."
Deepti sighed, watching her brother with a mix of concern and hope. Yuvraj already knew who he was about to get married with as he had seen few photos of girls. And only one girl from that could match his power, his status and his lifestyle.
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I was carrying a huge bundle of files that Yuvraj Sir had demanded from the storage room. Regret? Oh, that's my specialty! Right now, every inch of my body is suffering thanks to none other than Yuvraj Singh Rathore.
I've never seen a heartless, insensitive man like him. Sympathy, accidents, understanding, letting things go-these concepts are as foreign to him as balance is to me when I'm trying to carry a tray of chai glasses, as elegance to me when I'm trying to eat pani puri without making a mess, as graceful dancing to me when I am doing the penguine shuffle at a club!
He's so grudgeful! I had this naive, positive thought that maybe he wouldn't be so harsh on me, that he wouldn't make me work overtime, that he might let this go. Maybe, just maybe, his cold heart would beat and he'd act humanly for once.
But no, he doesn't have enough brain cells to understand it was an accident.
A purely unintentional one!
Because if it had been intentional, he wouldn't be sitting in his chair, ordering us around. He'd be in a hospital bed, with ointment slathered all over his chest after I threw his favorite black coffee on him.
He's such a pathetic person!
He doesn't have a big heart. Actually, I doubt he even has one.
These files were incredibly heavy, towering just a few centimeters over my head. Some people were thoughtful enough to move out of the way, but few kept bumping into me, especially the female staff. After hearing "Can't you see?" over and over again, I was completely drained.
Can't they see that I can't see? My whole form from waist to head is covered with these files.
Again, someone bumped into me. This time, it wasn't just a bump but a collision, resulting in the scattering of files and papers all over the floor. I started picking them up, but the other person, the source of this collision, didn't. I looked up to find Mrs. Aradhya glaring at me.
"Ms. Khurrana, gather all these files and next time, carry only a limited number, that you can handle without harming other people," she sneered at me and walked away, swaying her hips.
I huffed. What was my fault here? I started collecting all the papers, but soon a hand came into my line of vision, holding some papers. I looked up in shock. It was the same blue-eyed man, smiling at me that I haven't caught a glimpse of in a week.
I kept looking at him while my hands were roaming on the floor. I smiled a little and started collecting the papers.
I was doing it as slowly as possible, looking at him here and then. And as our eyes met, I immediately looked away, flustered.
He was in his white shirt and blue pants. He didn't look like the others that worked in the cafeteria. He didn't have a name plate, liked the others.
He handed me all the files as he stood up flashing a kind smile to me.
"Thanks" I said to him as he helped me out when others chose to walk away.
"I was just passing by so thought to help you out" he shrugged.
God, he is so kind!
"Do you need any help in picking them?" He asked, I shook my head saying "Thanks but I will manage".
Saying that, I picked up all the files and took a few steps ahead.
Only to end them up on the floor!
"I should have taken his help" I mumbled but soon my arms felt light as if somebody had taken half of the files.
"I am here to help" he smiled. And we both started walking with him holding half of the files.
I left after keeping them on his desk. One thing that has happened in my favour after the iced-americano incident is that he only drinks one coffee and that too in the morning.
Maybe he is scared!
Fear isn't so bad after all.
I got to know that the blue eyed man has a name 'Arjun', beautiful right? He is a gentleman. He is kind, polite unlike others in the office. And I think I can get along with him. He doesn't work in the cafeteria as I thought, instead he is in the finance department. But why did he serve me that day is still a question, he refrained from answering.
"Will you please go to the golden restaurant?" I pleaded him innocently. This the third auto who is rejecting me as a passenger to travel in the auto.
While you guys must be thinking where I am going, then let me tell you...
Order! Order! Order!
No, I'm not talking about the kind you place at a restaurant or the kind a judge demands in court.
My life is dancing around only this word 'Order', a mere five letter word but has the audacity to twirl a 5'5 girl on its pinky. With only 2 vowels, it's strong enough to turn my life upside down and make me stand on my two hands. Three consonants making it impossible for me to be free, while I'm buzzing around like a bee and burning out my degree!
Enough of crying on my fate!
My Boss has asked me to join him for Lunch with Mr. Prakash, his business client at restaurant.
"Aren't I lucky? My kind and generous boss's luxury car just zoomed right in front of me!"
If we are going to the same place then he could have taken me along with him. But No.
"You have to go, Uncle". This time, I didn't ask the auto driver if he would go; I just jumped in and pleaded with him to please take me.
I exited the auto after paying the fare, a knot of worry tightening in my chest. I've only got a little money to survive this month. I guess I'll have to borrow from Shanaya and pay her back later.
These thoughts swirled in my mind, distracting me so much that I didn't see the woman walking towards me until we collided. Her purse slipped from her hands, and its contents scattered across the ground.
"I am so sorry, ma'am," I said and quickly bent down to help her gather her things.
"Can't you see? Do you know how expensive these things are? Oh, how would a lowlife like you know?" she sneered, her eyes cold and judgmental as she looked me up and down. She gave me a disdainful look before sweeping into the restaurant.
I swallowed my pride and stayed silent, knowing it was my fault and not wanting to make a scene.
I ordered a juice and a green salad as instructed by my boss and headed towards the VIP area. My entire focus was on the plate I was carrying, trying to keep the juice from spilling. So, I failed to notice the obstacle in my path, and the plate slipped from my hands, crashing to the ground.
Everyone's heads turned towards me as the glass shattered, the sound echoing through the room.
I crouched down, my hands shaking as I reached for my phone among the scattered glass shards. I prayed my phone was intact; I couldn't afford another expense right now. Just as my fingers brushed against the device, a sudden shove sent me sprawling forward.
Pain shot through me as a sharp piece of glass sliced into my wrist. I winced, tears springing to my eyes as I watched in horror as blood began to ooze out and drip onto the floor. Another piece grazed my leg, leaving a small but stinging cut. The real pain was in my chest, a heavy, suffocating weight of helplessness.
"Finally," a voice sneered behind me, "Finally, you reached where you belong."
I turned, my vision blurred with tears, to see the woman from earlier. Her eyes were cold and satisfied. She had done this deliberately.
I felt a lump in my throat as I struggled to stand. My heart pounded in my ears, a mix of fear and humiliation. Why was this happening to me? I didn't deserve this. No one deserved this.
"Why are you doing this? Why did you push me?" I asked, my eyes burning with tears as blood trickled down my palm.
"What are you saying, girl? I didn't push you. Look at yourself. Who would want to dirty their hands touching filth like you?"
"Enough, ma'am. I am silent because I respect you, but that doesn't mean you can keep disrespecting me. I know what made me fall. It was your leg, outstretched towards me. You pushed me. Why would you do that?" I shouted, my voice trembling with pain and anger.
She looked down as everyone stared at her.
"Tell me, weren't you the one behind all this?" I asked her. She raised her hand towards me...
But a dominating voice made her stop "What is happening here?"
I looked behind to find Yuvraj Sir staring at us. He covered the distance between us in two long strides.
"Oh, thank God you're here, Mr. Rathore. This girl is falsely accusing me of making her fall. Instead of apologizing for spilling juice on my dress, she's blaming me!" My eyes widened in shock as I looked at her. Why is she lying? I glanced at her dress only to find a few faded drops of juice.
Ruin? Really?
Yuvraj glared at me, one hand stuffed in his pocket.
"Sir, she's lying..." I began, but he cut me off. "Apologize to her."
My eyes widened, and I blurted out, "What?" Is he even listening to himself ? Apologize to her? She should be the one apologizing to me for all this.
His head snapped towards me, dead serious.
"Sir, please, let me at least explain..."
"What is there to explain?" the woman interrupted.
"You fell because of your own clumsiness and blamed me. Apologize, or I'll take action against you."
"Excuse me, I didn't fall out of my clumsiness but because of your wickedness-"
"Shut up, Aditi, and apologize," Yuvraj snapped, his eyes blazing with fury, clearly losing patience. I've always been the first to apologize, mistake or not, but today, I had to stand up for myself. Otherwise, everyone would keep stomping on my self-respect, just like she did.
"No," I said aloud.
"What did you say?" Yuvraj asked, not believing his ears. He looked so dangerous at that moment that my newfound courage faltered.
"You heard me."
"No, I didn't," he said, turning his whole body towards me.
"I haven't done anything wrong, so I won't," I whispered, looking down.
"Just fucking apologize before I have to use my ways," he warned. I knew I was playing with fire, but I didn't back off. It would be better if I walked away, I thought.
I turned to walk away, but he grabbed my right hand, right where I was bleeding.
"Ahh," I winced in pain, but he didn't let go. Instead, he tightened his grip, making me cry out.
"APOLOGIZE," he commanded. A simple word, easy to say, but impossible when you're not at fault.
More blood trickled down my palm to the floor. His eyes flickered to it, but he was such a heartless monster that my pain, blood, and tears had no effect on him.
When I still didn't say anything, he increased the pressure on my wrist, and I broke down, sobbing.
"S-sorry, ma'am," I uttered, crushing my self-respect with my own words. I looked at him through teary eyes, but he still didn't release my hand.
Finally, he let go, and I ran out of there.
Humiliation! I've felt it many times; it's not new to me. Yet, every time, it stings so deeply, as if someone is carving into my skin with a blade, telling me I'm nothing, that no matter what I do, it will never be enough, and that I deserve every bad thing that happens to me.
Gannu, don't I deserve some happiness? Have you even written a moment of joy or a smile in my life? Why is my fate so cruel? I tried explaining to him, justifying that I was not at fault, that I was the victim.... I know that I'm clumsy at sometimes sorry every time but here I didn't do anything. Again I was blamed for the things which I didn't do, and here I'm the one apologizing.
Why didn't he listen to me? Why? I had no fault. For the first time in my life, I tried to take a stand for myself, and this is where it led me. It's better to just do whatever they say rather than stand up for yourself.
It's not just about the stinging pain in my wrist, but the way my soul keeps taking slaps of insult, hatred, and helplessness.
Himanshi was humming a romantic song as she left her cabin, excited for her date with Kabir. She was eager to ask Aditi's opinion on the dress she planned to wear tonight.
But her joy vanished the moment she saw Aditi running toward her in a disheveled state. Aditi's eyes were red and glistening with tears, and a fresh cut was visible on her wrist.
Aditi threw herself into Himanshi's arms, sobbing uncontrollably and muttering incoherent words. Himanshi held her for a few moments until Aditi's tears began to subside.
Once Aditi had calmed down, Himanshi gently asked, "Aditi, will you please stop crying and tell me what happened?"
"I-I was not at faul-" sob "she p-pushed me" hiccup "he humiliated me-" sobs loudly.
"Okay relax. First you come with me" She then guided her to Lakshay's cabin for first aid, her own heart heavy with concern.
Lakshay's voice was a low, dangerous growl, his eyes blazing with fury. "What the fuck! How can that bastard escape? What the hell were you guys doing?"
His grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white "I need that bastard in any case, and if you fail to find him, I will make sure that you all meet a fate worse than death."
He immediately felt quite when he heard the sound of some footsteps. And soon he met the owner.
"What are you talking about?" Himanshi asked him as she happened to hear some of his conversation.
"Nothing" lakshay shrugged, trying to sound as casual he can.
"I heard you talking about death. Who died?" Himanshi asked curiously whole looking at him in his eyes.
"No one" he replied and then added "yet".
'But soon will' he thought.
Aditi winced again as Himanshi pressed the cotton a little too firmly. Lakshay couldn't resist, leaning in with a mischievous grin.
"Maybe you should just let me handle it," he said with a wink. "I have a very gentle touch, you know."
Aditi shot a pleading look at Himanshi. "Please, let him do it. My hand's about to become a permanent part of this bandage."
Himanshi's eyes flashed as she glared at Lakshay. "Oh, really? And what's your idea of 'gentle,' Mr. Flirt?"
Lakshay feigned innocence. "Well, for starters, I don't make beautiful girls scream like banshees."
Himanshi pressed the cotton even harder, making Aditi yelp. "You hear that, Lakshay? I'm being as gentle as a feather."
Aditi groaned. "More like a peacock with a thorn in its feathers".
Lakshay leaned closer to Aditi. "Don't worry, darling. I got you and I'm sure the pain will be over soon".
Himanshi shot a glare at Lakshay. "Why? Are you a painkiller?"
Lakshay winked. "Nope, not a painkiller. But if you're looking for a good time, I'm definitely the kind of drug you'd want to get addicted to!"
Himanshi rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath. "You're impossible, you know that?"
"Only if 'impossible' means irresistible," Lakshay said with a playful bow. "Now, Aditi, don't worry. I'll have you patched up before you know it."
Aditi chuckled despite the pain. "I think I'm more scared of Himanshi now."
Himanshi managed a tight smile as she stood up. "I am taking my leave. And Aditi call me as soon as you reach home".
Aditi nodded and she left.
Lakshay dressed her wound "Can't you sit back for a day and do nothing, included No Chaos".
"Is that possible? Having your brother as my Boss?" Aditi glared at him.
Lakshay chuckled.
Aditi flopped onto the couch with a dramatic sigh. "I'll stay in your cabin for a while. Hope you don't have any problems with that!"
Lakshay raised an eyebrow. "I have problems. You're intruding on my personal space!"
Aditi smirked, adjusting herself comfortably. "Oh, personal space? As if you were having your imaginary girlfriend over!" She scoffed.
Lakshay frowned, crossing his arms. "Why are you snorting like a horse? And what makes you think I have an imaginary girlfriend?"
Aditi leaned back with a grin. "Well, with so many girls around you, only one gets the 'girlfriend' title. The rest are just... well, girls."
Lakshay huffed. "Says the person who hasn't had a single boyfriend in 23 years!"
Aditi threw her hands up. "Hey, I'm warning you-let's not dive into this topic."
Lakshay leaned in with a smirk. "Touchy, huh?"
Aditi batted her eyelashes. "It's just that, you know, I'm pretty, cute, and smart-so many boys proposed to me. But, I was the one who rejected them!"
Lakshay laughed. "Oh really? I'm sure you'd reject them all over again if they proposed now!"
"Haha, we'll see about that when someone actually dares to propose!" Aditi stated.
"Now enough lies. Tell me the truth how many boyfriends did you have?"
Aditi shook her head slowly and Lakshay cracked up.
"Seriously? Even I was thinking who would fall in love with a monkey like you. Haha..."
A pillow landed on Lakshay's face.
"Shut up, you chimpanzee! You're safe for now, but if you keep talking like this, my future boyfriend might break a few of your teeth! Just wait till you have only a few left!"
They were chilling around, eating the snacks Lakshay had ordered.
Aditi had her mouth stuffed with French fries when Yuvraj entered. Oblivious to his presence, she asked Lakshay for a cold drink. When Lakshay didn't respond, she turned to give him a piece of her mind, only to find Yuvraj there instead.
Seeing him, Aditi stood up and walked out. But 30 seconds later, she re-entered, running to grab the cold drink that was sitting in front of Yuvraj. She snatched it from the table and jogged away.
My head injury is long gone, but my head is still pounding just thinking about how I'm going to work with Rehaan.
For the past week, I've been preparing myself to face him. I'm trying to calm myself because I know Rehaan is going to be on my nerves.
If we both work together, we might end up killing each other. We are very alike-he has a huge male ego, and I have an attitude. He is dominating, and I don't surrender. It is going to be very difficult to work together
Thanks to my family for putting me in such a fabulous disaster.
We haven't made this collaboration public yet, but we have to soon, and I need a photo with him for that.
For the past week, I've been just sleeping, eating, and working on the project. I haven't stepped out of here. I badly need some fresh air and relaxation before facing him.
Today is Saturday, and Aditi can join me at the club. We'll have a lot of fun, but first, I have to convince Adhu to come along. She's not really into partying.
I guess I'll have to chug a few bottles down to calm my nerves and maybe even introduce Aditi to her first drink. I smirked at the thought-today's going to be a blast!
Lately, she comes home so tired that she could probaby fall asleep standing up. I think she really needs a break, so I'm planning to make today the most fun she's had in ages. I mean, I'm basically the best friend ever for this, right?
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