His Personified Chaos

chapter 5

~Devaditya~

"Well, huh checkmate!" Shaurya said eyeing at me, he won the game for the third time in a row.

"You're just lucky today...."

"Am i ?" He said sarcastically as he pushed up his glasses again.

"Well, what about Prem and vansh?" I asked, Prem Mishra, a neurologist, used to study with me during high school, he's always so annoying but can't agree less that he's a really nice person. While Vansh Dwivedi is my buisness associate, he owns a tech firm,we had worked together many times before.

"Prem's busy in his operation I guess, and Vansh might be somewhere experimenting with new codes. Both of them haven't contacted me, did they contact you?" He asks me maintaining his regular posture, but I sense something weird.

"No they haven't." I reply bluntly.

"Anyways I will see you on Thursday."

"Okay. But next time luck won't be with you."

"We'll see." He waved me off a bye and left.

~♡~

Devraj's constantly calling me from yesterday. God knows what he wants now? I keep on ignoring them as normal. He's raising my hackles.

I get out of my car trying to cool myself as the driver goes to park it in the parking zone. The secretary and manager comes to greet me when Devraj texts me that he's visiting me in the office. My blood starts to boil as much, as i see red all around me.

As I walk towards the elevator, I see that girl standing with yet another new draft. She mutters me a morning whilst I ignore and walk past her.

If only devraj would have been a normal fath—, a normal person, things wouldn't have turn out like this. Sometimes I wonder, what would my life look like, if those things never happened. If mother wouldn't have died? If Agastya was never born? If that guy never stayed back in Rajmahal?

Knock.

Cham,
Cham,
Cham.

"Sir, the draft...."

I raise my eyes to find Trisha standing infront of me. A blue file in her hands. My secretary seemed to have opened the door for her. He's bringing some boxes inside.

"What's that?" I ask him, while Trisha stands quietly waiting for me to finish. I have already rejected three drafts of her previously.

"Sir, it's from the Armanis, your birthday gift,"—trisha's head beamed up at his words. I almost forgot today's 26th August. My birthday. "There are more from other brands shall I bring them in?"

"No. Close the door and leave for now." He does as I ordered him to do.

"So—"

"Today's your birthday?" She asks me, her face reflecting a hint of surprise. "Yeah." I replied and was about to ask her to handle the draft, when "Happy birthday!" She said with a small smile on her face.

"Wait a min..." She began hunting in her tote bag and took out something. It's something reflecting shiny gold colour. " Here's a candy bar,"—she places it on my desk—"It's not much but have it,  i didn't knew it was your birthday or else I could have got you something more bett—" she kept on saying something, nothing registered in my ears. Never in my entire life I had experienced something like this.

My eyes travelled to her face, then the candy and returned to her face, her cheeks had a flushed tone, her eyes were of almond shape which had a soft glow. She's beautiful. I kept on staring at her.