My Strong Secretary (Riansh ff)

Chapter 4

Riddhima

When I meant the party to be a blast, I did not mean it to actually be a blast!

I was walking down the aisle with 'Oh So Great' Mr. Perfectionist Vansh Raisinghania, I was trying my level best to get his eyes of the mirror and his reflection.

To make things more worst, there were typically thousands of them hanging on each walls. They were fancy. I would have adored them but the situation is rather wise.

If it was not for the event bonus it, protection, I would have never said a yes to this party.

Italian party meant Italian cuisine and Italian speech. This was getting harder to handle.

While, he was talking to the ambassadors of the Inter Corp, he coughed a little. He coughed again and that was when I realized, I need to get a glass of wine for him.

I quickly dashed towards the drinks section and arranged a Cocktail.

I had halfway returned when I heard a conversation, about Mr. Perfectionist and, and me?!!

I leaned a bit to hear what they were gossiping about. Gross, I never liked this.

"You know the girl Mr. Raisinghania bought? She is so clingy to him" they said in disbelief "I heard that he never gets along on the path of dating, focuses only on his work, you can call him a workaholic, this must be his Secretary" the other girl stated "Yeah, I have seen it, she does not even lets him spare a glance at us" the other one said pointing towards herself.

If only they knew, that who they were thinking was looking at them, was actually looking at himself.

Seriously, this guy manipulates my names every single time. I mean clingy and me?! I mentally pointed towards myself.

Are they serious? Well... them are not to be blamed, I did look like I was jealous, lovey dovey. But hell, was I really? No.

It was all because of his nature to look at every mirror and spare a glance at him.

If it was Kabir, then I would have actually been the lovey dovey, jealous girl, but him? Nope.

Even if he is the last person alive on the earth.

I was hit by realisation and quickly paced towards him. Handing him the drink, I remain standing and listening to God knows what they were saying in Italian.

Whilst standing I was thinking who that stalker could be, it has been a literal 24 hour day and no threats were known.

Not even a message or a call.

Was it practically, just a prank?

Ugh! It must have been one or else the guy would have made a contact or stalked this guy.

At least I would have noticed one person trying to follow him.

I was with him a whole day and no one seemed suspicious.

Why! Stupid me, I should never have taken it seriously.

Seriously, I would have been out with Kabir right now, if not for him!

Ok, tomorrow, no sticking up to him until I find out if that threat was genuine or not.

'Alright, tomorrow, I will go for a dinner cum date with Kabir.' I squealed in excitement.

I was practically partying in my mind, when someone disturbed me.

"Hey pretty lady, why are you here and alone..." the person whom I do not know said while dragging his voice in a seductive way.