Love : A Wicked Game

Chapter 7 : The Trip To The Devil's Den

“...so this is it. Any questions guys ?”

Samaira and her team was seated in the lobby the next morning around half past 11 where she told them about the new project.

“Just one, ma'am. Who is this person whom we are dealing with ?” - asked Rania.

Samaira paused for a moment because Vivek was staring intently at her and she knew he had somewhat guessed who that person was.

“His name is Rajveer.” - she answered in her calm, composed manner. Totally ignoring Vivek's raised eyebrows and clenched jaws.

“Okay. So when do we have to go to visit his house ?” - Nafeesa asked excitedly.

“Uh... today actually. In a while to be precise.” - she told them, maintaining a smile on her face despite her insides flooded with nervousness for the visit.

“What ?!”

“Really ?!”

Vivek's reaction differed from the rest of the team and she was not surprised.

“Oh I need to grab all the stuff and equipment...” - Nafeesa said, already on her heels and leaving. The rest of the team followed suit as well, leaving Samaira and Vivek alone together.

“You have got to be kidding me Sam!” - Vivek said, his expressions hard.

She looked at him calmly. Her demeanor not changing at all.

“Kid you with what Vivek ?”

“You seriously took contract of that Rajveer ?!” - he said the name in such a tone as if it left a bitter taste on his tongue.

“Yes. I did.” - she replied, irking him further.

“But why ?”

“Why not ?”

He went quiet. He didn't have a reason for it.

“He looked to be an extremely arrogant person!” - he said lamely after a long while.

“That's not our concern Vivek. We are to decorate his house for the party and then leave. Simple.” - she said, trying to stay patient with him.

Vivek opened his mouth to counter but her phone started ringing. She attended the call without looking at the screen but before she could greet, the silky voice reached her ears.

“The driver is awaiting you outside.”

Her eyes widened. She had yet to call him to inform they were coming but he- she sighed. She didn't know why was she even surprised after last night when he called her on her personal number.

“Yeah we're just leaving.” - she replied.

“Come soon.” - he said making her skin tingle. Why did it feel so personal ?

Before she could reply, not that she had any in the first place, the call ended.

“Who was it ?”

Samaira willed herself to not lash out at him but he was not making it easy for her.

“Rajveer. Was asking when are we coming.” - she replied as calmly as she possibly could in her annoyed state.

Vivek stared at her mouth agape.

“He has your personal number ?! It's Rania's job to deal with the customers Sam, not yours!” - he bursted out.

She picked up her purse from the sofa and stood up. “We are getting late.” - she said and walked away.