CBG#1 CHASING HER (UNDERGOING EDITING)

Chp:-13 Working With Rohan (EDITED)

ROHAN DEV RAICHAND

I dropped Natasha off at her penthouse and then hopped into Sameer's car.

Nitya teased, "Dude, Sammy just narrated the entire story to me. Did you see your face when Natasha got out of her car after our little collision?"

Ananya chimed in, "Bro, you really like her, admit it. You don't know how concerned you were when you saw her emerge from the car."

I finally confessed, "Alright, I really like her, and I want to take things slow. I want to be friends with her."

Nitya teased, "Come on, you guys are childhood friends. You're already friends with her, silly boy."

I sighed, "Sameer, didn't you tell her the whole story? Nitya, the gap between us has increased because I kissed her twice. She feels awkward, and she keeps running away from me. I don't want to push her away; I want to build a connection and bridge the gap."

Nitya nodded understandingly, "Hmmm... I get it. Natasha is pretty formal, you know. She's formal at work and even outside work. She's a little peculiar, but she's a sweetheart. I went out to lunch with her once, and she kept calling me 'mam,' despite my protests. She's a bit peculiar, but a good soul." I smiled in agreement.

We continued chatting, having a lot of fun.

NEXT DAY

Someone knocked on my door. "Come in," I said. Natasha entered my cabin.

She greeted me with a cold smile, "Good morning. I was wondering, should I call you sir, Mr. Rohan, or Mr. R.D. Raichand?" Suppressing a laugh, I found her unintentionally amusing. She looked stunning, even in formal attire, and shot me a mildly annoyed look.

I cleared my throat, "Call me sir." Frankly, I didn't want her to call me sir, Mr. Raichand, or Mr. R.D. Raichand. It felt odd hearing those titles from her.

For a moment, our eyes locked, silently checking each other out. She was undeniably beautiful and attractive.

"Sir, tell me what I'm supposed to do today," Natasha inquired.

I explained her tasks, and then, there was a knock on my door. "Come in." My dad, Chachu, Tauji, Kabir, and Soham entered. After brief greetings, they welcomed Natasha.

Dad remarked, "Welcome to our office, Alia. We're glad to have you here, working with your childhood friend, who happens to be your boss, Dev."

Dad never referred to her as Natasha. It was always Alia or Alu bacha, just like his best friend Yash uncle addresses his daughter. For my dad, Alia is the daughter he never had; he adores her to bits. After Yash uncle, if there's someone who loves her like a daughter, it's my dad. Alia is their (Yash uncle & dad's) princess, and my parents have always doted on her. Even though they've treated Dakshi, Sammy, Prinku, and Gauri equally like their own daughters, there's a special place in my dad's heart for Alia.

Being parents of two boys, they've always yearned for a daughter, and he always keeps saying Alia fulfills that longing with her presence. Now, I could see why Nitya mentioned that she's a bit peculiar. This girl is truly resilient. Winning her over is not going to be an easy task. It seems like melting her heart will be quite a challenge.

She nodded weakly and replied, "uhm..... yes sir."

Kabir suggested, "Call him Arnab uncle, like you do. Why the formalities?"

Soham added, "Yeah, Alia, why so formal?"

Natasha responded firmly, "We're in the office, and everyone is expected to be formal. I want to be treated like any other employee. I don't want any special treatment just because I'm a family friend and a billionaire's daughter."

Dad chuckled and agreed, "Okay, Natasha. Or Ms Natasha Alia Yashwardhan Singhania sounds more appropriate?" We all stifled our laughter whereas my dad laughed heartily. Alia gave a sheepish smile. Cutie!

Vivek Tauji praised, "Jokes apart, Nitya showed us all your designs and other works. We were impressed. It was Rohan's decision to hire you. We were surprised to know that you work with Nitya."

Ajay Chachu added, "That's because you never informed us you were in Canada. I found out from Sanjay."

Soham concluded, "Anyway, let's get back to work." They all left my cabin, and I showed Natasha to hers.

"Call me or my PA if you need anything. And complete this work by lunchtime. I want it on my table by 1 pm. Don't let us down," I instructed.

In a bored tone, she replied, "Okay, Mr. Raichand."

I went back to work, but a few hours later, I found out that the head of HR had a family emergency. Without wasting a minute, I headed to the hospital. For us, employees are like family.

NATASHA ALIA SINGHANIA

Finally, I finished my work, relieved to know that Nitya didn't hire me just because of Rohan. It was not some planned conspiracy. It was lunchtime, and I decided to visit Rohan's cabin. His PA informed me he was at the hospital, attending to an employee's dad who had a heart attack but was now stable.

She praised, "Rohan sir might be ruthless in business, but he's genuinely a nice person. He treats all his employees like family."

I was impressed. I didn't expect such a kind-hearted side to the seemingly ruthless and irritating playboy businessman. I tried to quell any thoughts of liking him romantically.

"I'll leave these files; they contain the designs I just completed. Please inform Sir when he returns," I said to his PA.

I headed towards the cafeteria but got pushed by someone. Instead of falling, I landed in Rohan's arms. We locked eyes for a moment, and then he helped me stand.

"Sorry, sir. I got pushed by someone, and I fell into your arms. I apologize," I stammered.

Rohan assured, "Cool down, Ms. Singhania. It happens. You've completed your work, and it's on your table. Let's have lunch together. Come to my cabin."

I hesitated, but he insisted, "No ifs and buts; we're having lunch together."

We went to his cabin, and he surprised me with a homemade lunch prepared by him and his mom. I thanked him and complimented, "Say thanks to your mom; it's amazing, like always."

Rohan grinned, "Actually, I made it. I got up early and thought of making something you love. For me, you'll always be a friend first and then an employee."

I couldn't help but smile widely and exclaimed, "What? You enjoy cooking? I love it too! Cooking is love. Tell me, what's your specialty?" He was amused.

I apologized, "Sorry, sir. Uh, I just got a little excited."

Rohan chuckled, "I enjoy making Chicken Tandoori, and my family loves my Dal Makhani, Rajma, Pastas, Pizza, Enchiladas, Tacos, and Fried Rice Manchurian. What about you?"

Excitedly, I shared, "I love Onion and Peas Kachori by my dad, Dhoklas by my mom, and Pesto Sauce Pasta by my brother. My family enjoys Biriyani, Dal Baati Churma, Dal Dhokli, Pizza, Quesadilla, Chilli Cheese Toast, Dal Fry, and Rice, and Khichadi made by me."

He responded, "Well, I would love to taste your Dal Bhati Churma and Quesadillas sometime."

I replied confidently, "That goes without saying, sir. Come to my penthouse sometime, and I'll make it for you."

We spent the entire lunch break talking. Surprisingly, we discovered two common interests – singing and cooking. We both loved it.

Afterward, we got back to work. As I left the office, I reflected on the day. No matter how much of an asshole he seemed, there was a kind-hearted and understanding side to Rohan. It had been a great day.