Ch-12 Birthday Party

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Mayra

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Mayra

Five days

It has been five days, when Mrs. Rathore got discharge from the hospital and a one week when Reyansh Rathore and I had dinner together in my apartment.

Dinner reminds me, the phone he has given me that night. I google it's price next day and I almost shit in my pants when I saw that six digit amount under the picture of the phone that he has given me.

Why he had give me such an expensive phone? Now I owe him so much. On top of that next day in the morning, one of his man stop by at the door of my apartment with lots of grocery in his hands. Yes, lots of grocery for a single person. It looks like, I don't need to go for shopping for atleast six months.

That guy didn't let me give a opportunity to deny him. He just kept all the bags inside the main door. He informed me, his boss (who is Reyansh Rathore) sent all these things. He just left after that, without listening to me. I think his employees are also like him. Rude!

The embarrassing part was, when I open those bags, I found many sanitary pads inside them and the thought of a complete stranger man buying pads for me is so embarrassing and creepy at the same time. I have to talk to Reyansh regarding this. He have to stop buying things for me.

So now I have to pay him for my phone and groceries but don't know how? It's not easy to approach person like him.

After that dinner I haven't seen him. I just saw his speech on TV. He was addressing lakhs of people in one of his political rally in another city. I must say, he is very confident man. I would have fainted if I have to address so many people at a time. He knows what he is saying, people really appreciate him. I guess that's one of the reason why he is so confident and why my father is afraid of him.

Yes, Harshal Mehra, for the first time in his lifespan, is afraid of someone. I saw it, that day. He is afraid that Reyansh will take away his everything from me, his power, his position and his empire that he has built over so many years and he will not able to do anything. I really love to see helpless Harshal Mehra, just like he made me and mumma. The best part is, the person who is making him helpless is on my side.

Wait.

My side.

Reyansh Rathore and me.

On same side.

There is no side. I think, I am losing my mind. I should get some sleep instead of stalking his Instagram. I just come back after doing my night duty from the hospital, instead of sleeping I'm scrolling Reyansh's Instagram profile. What's wrong with me?

Sleep used to be my first priority, since always and look at me now. I shook my head with a frustrated groan.

After closing the Instagram, I kept the phone on bed side table and fall asleep with someone who have onyx eyes hovering my mind.

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