BOOK ONE OF THE SWEET AND SOUR SERIES
Vanya Sharma hated marriages. Growing up seeing troubled and failed marriages carved a bitter spot in her heart, especially when one of them belonged to her parents. While escaping the shadows of her past, she f...
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𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐞 𝐮𝐥𝐟𝐚𝐭
इकलौता मेरा दिल था, भोला-भाला सिंपल था, तुझसे मैं टकराया, सरफिरा हो गया
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𝗠 𝗔 𝗛 𝗜 𝗥
05:08 PM, 14 December, Silver Lining, Aerocity, New Delhi, Delhi
Outstanding.
That's the only thing that goes through my mind as I stare at Vanya explaining the new proposal. It was amazing how she could go from better to exceptional. Now, that's something I wouldn't mind paying for.
I knew she could do much better and she proved it. I almost smile when I see the amazed look on Kaya's face. I told you so, I itch to say those words.
"That's the conclusion," Vanya says, completing the presentation and I snap from my thoughts as I look around the room and then back at Vanya. It seems everyone is as impressed as me.
Vanya turns to me and my bodily functions pause for a moment when her gaze softens, something akin to hope shining in them. Should I smile? Her proposal was really nice.
No, that might scare others and she really might cry. I concur remembering what Moksh and Nayan said that day.
Maybe I should nod? Yeah, that seems appropriate. Or she might think you're finally firing her, my subconscious interjects and I sigh internally.
I have to hold myself back from ripping off my hair from my roots as numerous suggestions zap through my brain. I finally look down at the proposal, deciding on an option.
I pick up the pen and write the approval of the proposal, signing my name at the bottom and crossing the budget limit to necessity. The least I can provide them with is a better budget plan to spend to their limit.
I stand up, ignoring the stares of my staff. I can't be bothered with them right now, they'll nag too much once they see what I've done with the budget. I rush out of the conference room, walking past Vanya on my way out. "Good Job," I whisper as I pass her, a surge of courage in my body.
I quickly make my way to my office, slumping against the elevator as I rub my face. "What the fuck was that Mahir Oberoi? Good Job?" I groan, embarrassment coursing through my veins.
"Get a fucking grip over yourself. You have a date to attend. You absolutely cannot bomb it," I say to myself as I enter my office, throwing my suit jacket on my seat. Not over that smurf. She's an employee for fuck's sake! Just an employee!
