To Aarna patel, he was the kind of man she wanted to stay away yet she desired him - dark, tough, extreme, controlling, commanding, and a billionaire.
To jayraj Singh Rathod, she is the kindest and yet most feisty woman he ever met, a ball of spitf...
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The next morning I woke up with a burning headache, and growling stomach, It felt like worms went inside my head, and ate my brain.
Because It was so difficult to think,
"F*ck... I am never going to drink this much." I mumbled.
I looked around to see a finely designed room and everything in the room spoke money.
Did I win some lottery in a night? Of course not.
Did I get kidnap? Oh, the kidnapper must be loaded.
I shook my head at the foolishness and looked around again to get some clues about my whereabouts, Umm... But no. Then panic started to hit. I looked at my dress and it was fully intact. Okay! So far nothing drastic happened.
And then slowly the incidents from last night started playing like a clip, And I remembered everything from calling Mr. Rathod and to asking about his virginity, And it was confirmed that I became A-class horny with few extra glasses of Alcohol than my body can manage.
I panicked as my hangover brain started to process the incidents.
Who calls their boss in a drunken state? And If even by chance they call, nobody would behave as I did. And above that, I called him Akdu on his face! God, I think I will have my termination letter in my hands by end of the day! He needed a reason to fire me and now he had one. I pulled the sheet above my head and mumbled, "God, why didn't you kill me in my sleep, With that, I would not have to face this embarrassment."
"Then I would not be able to enjoy the free drama." It was not hard to guess whose voice it was.
I pushed the sheet abruptly and looked at him, standing at the door with one hand put inside the pocket of his pants.
He was growing his beard I guess because The first day I met him was stubble but now he had a thick beard and whiskers.
He was looking like a mixture of bad boy and businessman. Like a cold Rabri with a hot jalebi type of mixture.
"Have you ever heard the phrase that 'do not drink if you can't handle it?' " The playfulness from his face vanished and seriousness took place.
"Did you study chemistry ever? According to it, Alcohol is the SOLUTION." I said.
"Then Ms. Patel, I am sure you must have gotten your solution, right?" And I was as silent as a stone.
"It was difficult for you to walk one step without stumbling, and thank god I reached there on time otherwise anything could have happened to you." He continued. Wait, was that care in his sentence?
"Nothing could have happened, my friends were there." I mumbled.
He raised his eyebrows, "Oh yes, Ms. Patel, your oh-so-responsible friends who were not drunk at all, they knew you were outside alone, right?" Since when he became sarcastic? And I knew I was at the fault but Somehow I didn't want to say sorry or confess my mistake. He was already leading in the game, If there was any, of course! Instead, I said, "Thank you for picking me up but I would not like to waste more of your time, so I will leave, where are my purse and cell phone?" I got up from bed and looked around to find my things, my phone and clutch were near the bedside table, In search of my things, I missed seeing that Mr. Rathod came near me. He put his hand firmly on my waist, I felt the sensation between my legs, "You and I, we need to talk. I have a virtual meeting to attain so till then make yourself comfortable." He said while staring into my eyes.
