Epitome Of Love

27 |He's lost.

Naira was hesitant. But she couldn't deny her grandmother's request. Why should I offend her just because of him. If he's wrong on his side why should I let her suffer for no reason.

She gave a last glance at the number and secretly saved it just with the thought of avoiding it in future.

She chose black joggers with pink crop tops. Naira tied herself in a messy bun and with round glass on. Is it better? Or should I wear something unusual like women's dress. Uh, anyways I don't have to impress anyone. It's better or not, for me it's just more comfortable. She talked to herself adjusting her dress standing in front of the mirror.

She hurriedly shoved her bike keys and left her room in a jiffy.

Stroking downstairs she didn't find anyone . There she craved for Mr. Seth who always interrogates her at least. Although she never replied to him. She started missing him.

Dismissing her emotions , she looked ahead , and marched out . Taking her bike she made her way to the mansion.

While she was riding unconsciously her gaze passed to her side mirror and the reflection left her freeze.

Shit shit shit.

She lazily looked at herself in the mirror and found herself frowning.

Did I just forget the mask.

She examine the surrounding and realised she's almost reached. There is no market in this area. What should she do.

She relaxed herself and gave a deep thought to herself.

Eh, doesn't matter. Anyways I don't give a shit.

She rode her bike to the mansion.

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Vaibhav was plucking each flower cautiously. He never dreamed himself to be in this state before.
For the servants around him was quite shocking, the president is actually plucking flower. They were terrified to make any move so they stood surrounding him.

While plucking few fresh red rose he was cautious still the thorn pierced his skin.

This is seriously too much. I just couldn't think what she think of me. Damn, for god sake, I'm not made for plucking flowers. I'm Vaibhav Shergill, the most powerful man of this country. Still, look how am I treated.

He straighten himself and looked at the flowers in his hand. It's nothing, he needs to collect more.

I can't do this shit anymore.

He turned behind and shoved flowers into the hands of Gardner," Pluck it for me"

He , himself couldn't dare to go inside since his grandma asked for the flowers , plucked by him. Therefore not to get her suspicious of him he stood aside . The Gardner hurriedly did his job and respectfully handed him the flowers within a seconds.

Vaibhav took the flowers and went inside.

"Oh dear, how good of you, you brought the flowers. Thank you son" Grandma praised him , only if she knew how he brought them.

Vaibhav expression were unreadable as usual. He handed her the flowers and left her sight since he didn't want to find himself in another stupid work.

Ranveer was helping her all along," Grandma this is enough. I can't do anything more" he was tired from bringing things to her. He was in a great delima , there are uncountable servants, still she wants me to help her. How kind she is.

He was cursing her laying on the couch when the screech sound of the vehicle reached their ears.

Vaibhav who was in his room to the window facing his front garden saw the bike coming inside. Firstly he thought the biker would be stopped by the guards outside when it didn't happened he frowned who he might be.