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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"Where is the driver?" I asked as I went near Rolls Royce.
"Here at your service ma'am." Jayraj bowed down.
I smiled at his good mood.
He opened the door for me to sit and once I was inside, he got behind the wheel.
"I am starving," I said as I tied my seat belt.
"Tell me what you like to eat?"
"Umm..." I thought for a moment, and "How about Italian?" asked with excitement.
"Anything for you, mia signora." He took my hand in his and kissed my knuckles.
"Italian food, I meant, not Italian language." He put my hand on his thighs.
"si Caro," he said, looking over his shoulder to pull out into traffic.
My heart fluttered hearing an endearment word from him.
"How many languages do you know?" I asked.
"A few." He replied as he took a sharp turn from the highway.
"Like?" I shift in my seat and his eyes glanced at my legs.
"Hindi, English, Marathi, Malayalam, a little bit Bhojpuri, Italian as I do business there, Arabic, Japanese, Russian, German."
Is he a man or a computer?
"So many!" I exclaimed
"You can never know too many languages."
"Is that so?"
"Hmm... I have factories and businesses in 20 countries. Now speaking with my partners, employees, and consumers in their language, create a strong connection. It shows respect." He said proudly.
"Damn... It's not easy to be a CEO!"
He chuckled at that.
"Then why not Gujarati? , we both would talk in Gujarati If you knew." I looked at his hand, as they flex on the steering wheel.
"Evu hain?" I laughed at his attempt of speaking in Gujarati.
"Evu che, not hain."
"I only know a few Gujarati words, Will you be my Gujarati teacher?" He asked.
"Are you sure, I mean, I know I can be a good teacher but can you be a good student?" Oh, I always wanted to be a teacher but I don't have enough patience to be a teacher. Like when I was in my fourth standard, I with Ria and a few of my friends, put glue on every available chalk, our oh so evil teacher wasted five minutes figuring out why none of the chalk are working and another ten minutes bringing chalks from the staff room. And we got fifteen minutes to do masti.
"Your point?" He raised a brow.
"Teachers order their students, can you take orders from me?" I wiggled my eyebrows at him.
