Once Upon A Mr. Goody Two Shoes

Chapter 5

The lunch meeting and the next few days were filled with work and pretty uneventful except the digs we took on Chaudhary. Late nights in the office had become quite normal, our mini late night tea-parties that consisted just the two of us had become our daily ritual, and texting each other after reaching home was the norm. 

We had become office pals. Or perhaps more than that. We never addressed the elephant in the room that grew day by day. We chose lighter, more fun and hassle-free topics that didn't require hearts going berserk at every touch or every stare, didn't bring the feels of wanting to melt into a puddle right then and there...

Yes, it was becoming more horrible by the day. And the sadder part was, I couldn't do anything. If I should have stayed away from Abeer, then well, it was pretty late to regret that. There was no going back from where we were. It was just another morning in the office, and I was entering my cabin to start the day, when a voice halted me in my tracks.

"My my, if it isn't the workaholic Aashi Singhania. No calls, no texts, where have you been Ms. Aashi Singhania?" I stared as my best friend fake-glared at me from my chair, her face threatening to burst in a grin.

"Taira! What are you doing here?" I asked, shocked to find her sitting in my cabin, all poised and crossed legged. 

She pouted. "You meet your bestie after days, and all you say is 'what are you doing here'? Tch tch."

Meet Taira Kapoor. Daughter of the founder of the company I work in. And my best friend. We had met during the 10th anniversary party of our company, and had instantly clicked. We had spent the entire evening chit-chatting like old friends and refusing men who were asking us to dance. It had been pure fun. She was totally opposite to me. 

While her ways were to preach, non-violent, and way too patient for my liking, I was the teaching, more handsy with violence kind of person with an impulsive view to life. Not many people knew she was our company's founder's daughter. Neither had I, until one day we were hanging around in CCD and just happened to discuss our parents. 

She didn't work in our office. It was one thing we had in common. Make your own life. She worked in another firm, refusing to be labelled the 'boss's daughter' and live off the benefits. She would eventually inherit her place in the company as the biggest stakeholder of the firm, but before that, she wanted to be capable enough to handle the position.

Naturally, my days and nights had been consumed by work and Abeer to spend time with Taira.

"You forget that this is my father's company, Aashi. I can get in whenever I want, you know," she said, twirling a pen in her fingers.

I threw my bag on the couch in the corner, and with hands on my hips, I turned to look at her sternly. 

"First of all woman, get off my chair. It's hard earned," I tipped up my chin haughtily. "And what was all the talk about not wanting to live off the benefits of being the boss's daughter, ha? Just aise hi?" Getting up from my chair, she hit me with a file.

"You don't have any right to boss over me. I wasn't the one to have wiped from the face of the earth with no phone calls or texts from over a month!" Drama. I grinned sheepishly.

I turned to face her 5'7" high stature, with a playful half-smile on my face.

Oh, did I forget to mention Taira was all tall and slim and beautiful and unathletic? By mistake, of course. It had nothing to do with my minor complex of being the shorter, more curvier one in the two of us, with no guy chasing after me at all.

"I just had a bucket load of work, yaar, nothing else."

"Just work or a certain Abeer Sen too?" she taunted, a smirk already playing on her lips. I groaned. It was sick to be friends with the boss's daughter.