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Suman smiled at the gatekeeper, who helped her unload the tiffin boxes from her beloved ambassador, like every day, taking up his part-time duty of delivering them safe very seriously, while she entered Malhotra Corporates, adorning her classic smile and vibrant demeanour. Looking at her nobody could tell that her insides were in splits and her heart was hammering too hard inside her chest - just at the prospect of seeing him.
Maybe the tiffin in her hand could tell - after all it knew how bad it was trembling because of the shiver in her hands.
Suman breathed in deep as she knocked on the cabin door, hearing an expectedly frustrated "come in" after a few seconds. Sporting her best smile, she peeked in and cleared her throat.
"Would your royal highness, The Qutub Minar, be free for a while?", she watched Shravan's head jerk up at her voice before his face broke into a tiny but genuine smile.
"Sumo", he called her name, not an invitation, not a surprise - just an obvious undertone in it. That only melted her heart some more, as she walked inside and sat on the couch kept in one side, patting the seat beside her for him.
