Air Beneath My Wings(On Hold)

Acquainted

For a week, Khushi felt someone was staring at her during her midnight tea time on the porch. Shaking off the feeling again, she sipped her tea.

There was a rustling and she looked up in the direction, spotting a man walking away.

"Hello?" She called.

The man stopped. Then, he started walking again.

Khushi rushed out and caught up to him soon enough. "You! Have you been following me?"

Arnav looked least concerned that he was caught. He pointedly looked at her from top to bottom, making her numb. "Nope."

"You, you have been..."

"Trying to make sense." He said, casually.

"Of what?"

"Never saw one like you. You have a fight."

"You mean you've done this before to someone, too?"

He could read her calculating gaze. Breaking her gaze, he moved away.

Khushi knew he would walk away, like always. There was something limiting him. He had done this to others? If yes, why didn't he go all the way with her? Why tease and stop when her body was completely willing for a release? "Wait. Why do you it? Can't you get a girlfriend?"

"Emotions are for the weak, Ms Gupta." And he vanished.

The next day, Khushi knew he wasn't there at midnight.

*****

For a week, Arnav had seen her in a white nightsuit. For a week, he fucked her in his dreams. For a week, he released himself in the morning. On the eighth day, after telling her off, he finally had a dreamless sleep.

Now, he was buried in work to even think about her.

"ASR, there's a Miss Khushi Kumari Gupta to see you? She says you know her?" His new PA asked.

"Khushi?"

"Should I send her in?"

She was willingly walking into his office? He looked at the clock, ten minutes to one. "Tell her to wait."

He stopped working, composed himself and grabbed his car keys. Khushi was sitting in the lounge, playing Candy Crush on her phone.

Rolling his eyes, he addressed her. "Ms Gupta, let's take a walk."

She looked up as his employees stared at him. She got up, grabbing her tote bag. "Let's go."

He led her to the parking. "Why are you here?"

"I thought you wanted to give me a job."

"You know very well what I wanted."

"And now that you've had it, I would like an actual job."

Was she cracked? Why would he give her a job? "What happened to your sweet shop?"

She blinked in surprise. He was declining her? She thought to be upfront. "It's not completely feasible for my family. Our finances are tight."

He nodded. So, she wanted an actual job. "Don't you know anyone else to go to?"

"Thanks to your sister, my family knows you. You own a fashion house. You heard my sister. Can't you put two and two together?"

He hadn't. Now, he remembered she was interested in fashion. Working in an office. But, he couldn't let her work in his.

"Clearly, you didn't. I just came to give you my resume and portfolio." She opened her bag and took out a file.