Chapter Two

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Previously -

"Aisi baat nahi hai Garima ji, aap kaisi hai? And how are you lovely ladies?", Pramod asked being the ever so gentleman that he is. But it hurt her, Susheela stiffened next to him as soon as she head him call the other girls lovely.

She didn't know what got into her but suddenly she felt angry, she couldn't pin point these feelings but she knew for sure that she didn't like them. And to her misery, the three girls grinned from ear to ear and one of them even had the audacity to blush. Susheela gritted her teeth and took in a deep breath to calm her nerves.

Oh it was going to be a very long day.
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"Main thik hu Pramod ji, aap kaho aap kaise ho?", Garima asked while the other three girls just swooned and melted at the mere sight of Pramod.

"Main bilkul thik hu. Aur ab jab Susheela ji ko dekh liya hai toh aaj ka pura din bhi accha hi jaayega.", This caught Susheela's attention and she smiled. Her anger and rage coming to a sudden hault.

"Tum kitne cheesy ho yaar Pramod. Aur abhi tum yaha kar bhi kya rahe ho? Koi kaam dhanda nahi hai kya?", Susheela said coming back to her old self.

"Tha, kaam tha. Aaj ek bohot hi important surgery thi bus ussi ko nipta ke aa raha hu. Aaj ka schedule free tha toh socha ki aap se mil lu.", He squeezed her hand and grinned like a small child.

"Susheela ye kaise baat kar rahi ho tum Pramod ji se? Wo apne itne busy schedule main se bhi tumhare liye time nikal kar aate hai aur tum har baar unhe rudely jawab deke chali jaati ho.", Siya, one of the girls around the table tried to spark a fight between Susheela and Pramod.

Pramod got angry at the girl but said nothing, Susheela on the other hand too was way tired to start anything. But she saw how her chotta haddi who always came to her rescue didn't utter a single word this time, which made her sad. Yes, she was always rude with him but it was their special way of conversing. Him flirting and her being rude, it was their thing. It never affected them, until now.

Pramod wasn't in the mood to give someone the certificate of his relationship with his beautiful bestfriend. He knew she didn't love him and often talked rudely to him, but he knew how much she respected him. He knew how much he meant to her even when she showed that she didn't like him at times. He kept mum in front of her friends because he knows Susheela didn't have any friends, she's a very reserved girl and if she was sitting here today with them that means she was okay with them.

He didn't want to hurt his beautiful girlfriend by giving a crude reply to her friends. He didn't need to explain his relationship with her to any Tom, Dick or Harry. For him, she mattered the most. Right now he doesn't want to increase her headache more by getting into an argument with her friends.

"Aree aisi koi baat nahi hai. Tu unke beech mat bol behen.", Garima quickly handled the situation and dismissed Siya. But by looking at Susheela's disappointed face, Garima understood that Siya had hit the nail on the head.

"Susheela ji, main aapke liye kuch order karke aate hu. Aapko pehele se hi headache hai so kuch kha lengi toh better feel hoga. Garima ji aapke liye kuch order karna hai?", Pramod asked getting up ready to get far away from the three leeches who were trying to degrade his Susheela ji.

Susheela nodded and Garima insisted on coming with him. "Pramod ji, main bhi aati hu. Oye, tum tino ke liye kuch laana hai?", Garima turned towards the three, but they shook their heads.

Now, it was only Susheela, Neha, Siya and Tina. Susheela kept her head on the table and tried to remove the sudden feeling of dread that was filling her stomach. She still had to go to her office and try and get things done for the fashion week. Susheela was going to launch her very own clothing line and she was very excited because she was specifically launching it in the winter season. Her project was going to spark some good response for the upcoming winter season in India, London and Paris.

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