Imlie serial os book 2 (Complete)

Arylie os- Take care of yourself

Hey guys..you can read this as a companion piece of Two types of Men..hope you will like it..

Imlie yawned again, she was literally having trouble keeping her eyes open, getting up she went to the office cafeteria to get another cup of coffee, Aryan who was already there looked at her with raised eyebrow,

Ar- I thought you hated coffee Mrs.Rathore..

Im- Well I need this bitter drink to help me complete my article..I am this close to finishing it..she made a pinching gesture with her fingers.

Ar- Imlie..you are looking tired..go home..you can submit the article bit late..I will..

Im- No Aryan..I have told you again and again..I don't need any favour from you atleast in the office..there are already way too may rumors about me..

Ar- I just don't like you becoming a workaholic..

Im- Pot calling Kettle black.🤪🤪 I have to go now..

Taking a few gulps of the coffee, she started working on the article. Finally she had completed and submitted the article.

She packed up her stuff, since Aryan had gone out for a meeting she will have to go home alone in Mrs.Lambigaadi.

Since she was tired she had kept the speed of the car relatively slow, yet the exhaustion was getting to her, she felt her eyes close for a second and a honking startled her awake.

She quickly turned the car but it was too late and collided with a tree and her head hit the steering wheel and she became unconscious the only thought in her mind was Aryan screaming at her for destroying his precious car.

Imlie groaned, she was definitely in the hospital seeing the overbearing antiseptic smell hitting her, and then she remembered the accident and she saw Aryan glaring at her,

Im-(thinks) Imliya yeh Akkadbagga Rathore aaj tujhe kaacha kha jane wale hain.

Im- I am sorry..she said as soon as the doctor left. Aryan looked at her raising his eyebrows.

Im- Woh I know you are angry..humari wajah se tumhari Mrs ko bahut chot lag gayi hogi na..sorry.

Ar- Tumhe saach mein lagta hain..I care more about a car than my own wife?? Saach mein idiot ho..

Im- Aare gussa mat karo na..hume laga tha hum ghar paunch jate..

Ar- Nahi..ab se tumhare liye mein ek driver appoint kar raha hun mein..and kal se tum ek hafte ki leave pe ho..

Im- Aare nahi..hum theek hain..hum ek hafta kya karegaye..hum bore ho jane wale hain ghar pe..

Ar- Aaram karo ghar pe and (leans closer and whispers) mere intezaar karna..she felt a shiver hearing his husky voice whenever he felt naughty..

She had been discharged after few hours and he had taken her home, where she got more scolding from Narmada and Arpita. He took her back to their room, laughing all the way at the glare she was throwing at him.

He made her sit on the bed, and went towards the cupboard to get her some clothes to change, when she suddenly remembered his shirt hanging in her cupboard.

She literally dashed to her cupboard and stood infront of it..but suddenly felt dizzy and Aryan grabbed her arms to steady her,

Ar- Imlie..sir pe chot hain..aur yahan tum bhaag rahi ho..

Im- Woh..hum lete hain apne kapade..tum please humare liye kuch khane ko lekar aao..

Ar- Fine..(Leaning forward he again said in a naughty voice) meri shirt zaaror phena..you look quite sexy in it..

Imlie was still in her lalaland when Aryan left...she suddenly realized what he said and blushed beet red..but the most important question was how did he know..🙈🙈

Ps- Hey guys..a bit different from the plot..hope you like it..i have no idea what i have written..i started to write something else but it turned into something else but do comment..