Srusti's POV
" Wasim!!! What the hell is going on?? What are you doing?? " Mohit shouted.
" Nothing, sir !! I was helping Srusti. "
" Srusti?? She doesn't need your help."
" Her hair got entangled... " He said and Mohit looked at my hair. He came closer to detangle my hair and did that within 10 seconds but didn't bother to step away.
" Get out, go for the photo session. "
" I just got free. I have around an hour before I will be needed there. "
" Go away... Right now or you would never be needed in my office. "
" Sir, I was getting bored earlier but now I am enjoying myself well with kids. The office has become much more lively because of them. I love it... "
" Yeah... Surely. Take the child and play with her. Call us from my office, if you face a problem. " He caught my hand and smiled at Wasim wickedly.
" But I can't take care of them on my own... "
" Why?? Just now you were enjoying yourself with them. "
" I mean... Srusti was taking care of them and I was just playing. "
" You get paid for modelling not playing. Go and change into another costume. "
" Ok sir... " he said and went away.
" And you, Mrs Srusti Mohit Paul, if you need help, ask your husband, Manu or Sonia. " He said but I didn't say a word.
Mohit's POV
Oh God, I was dying to have her with me but she didn't even want to talk to me.
I had gone crazy when I saw Wasim in the nursery with my wife. Every man in the office was trying to get friendly with her and she was talking to everyone but me.
I tried to busy myself but I could not. It was lunchtime and manu told Harry to get our food served.
But I didn't want to eat anything. So I said that I was not hungry. She called Srusti to my office to have food but she said that she had a heavy breakfast so she didn't want anything now.
Srusti's POV
I said that I had a heavy breakfast but I only had a bread slice because Di and Jiju were insisting so much.
" What is this yaar?? No one wants to eat food with me. Mohit, I think you didn't even have breakfast. "
" Doesn't matter... I am not hungry. " He said.
Oh God, this man...
" Why?? I got your favourite food. " Manyata ma'am served food on a plate for him.
" I don't want to eat your food. "
" Whose food you want to eat?? " She asked him looking at me and then he looked at me too.
" Oh, so you want food made by your wife... "
" Will you shut up?? " He said
" No !! How will you survive if you don't eat? "
" Manu, please don't irritate me. "
" I will irritate you because I care for you. So come here and eat food. " She said but he ignored.
" I don't want. "
" Mohit, come here and have food. Right now!! You will fall sick. "
" It doesn't matter, I won't die. " He said and I felt bad. I wanted to make him eat it.

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Bewitched
RomantizmSample chapters only... Mohit Paul is a young and dynamic Fashion designer. He is sinfully handsome, having girls drooling over him but to their dismay, he barely gives them another look. He is bisexual, but prefers to be with men . Until one fat...