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IVAAN SINGH RAGHUVANSHI ADHIRA ARORA
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" Pack the coff-coffee along with Tortellini Caesar Salad with-without shredded parmesan chee-cheese , frozen cheese tort-tortellini and seasoned salad crou-croutons , please make it pree-preety fast ."
Adhira frantically spoke to the café lady, her breath coming in quick gasps as she anxiously checked her wristwatch for the time. The seconds seemed to tick by slowly, causing beads of sweat to form on her brow. With each passing moment, her heart beat faster and her palms grew clammy.
She felt a sense of urgency and desperation washing over her, hoping she wouldn't be late . As she hurriedly exchanged words with the café lady, her eyes darted back and forth between the clock and her watch, willing time to move faster.
For the past quarter of an hour, she had anxiously gnawed on her nails, while her feet drummed a rapid beat on the cool marble floor of the opulent café. Every passing minute felt like an eternity as she waited with growing impatience for her order to arrive.
The air was thick with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries, but all she could focus on was her racing thoughts and jittery nervousness. Her eyes darted around the elegant surroundings, taking in the golden accents and plush velvet seating, but nothing could distract her from her mounting anticipation.
"Ma'am, your order is ready." The gentle voice of the café lady pierced through Adhira's thoughts, causing her head to snap towards the woman.
With a sense of urgency, she sprang into action and hurried to the counter to take the order as she paid the bill with quick movements.
Outside, the quaint café stood only 5 minutes away from their towering office building. The sun's rays filtered through the leaves of nearby trees, casting dappled shadows on the sidewalk. With each step, the fear and excitement grew as she made her way back to the office.
She was sprinting with hurriedness , until her stiletto snapped and she stumbled, barely managing to catch herself. A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips as she gritted her teeth through the pain in her ankle.
She lowered herself to the ground, her eyes widening in realization as the clock ticked down. Only four minutes remained until the arrival of Bagghad Billa, also known as Ivaan Singh Raghuvanshi.
With fear of his arrival fueling each stride, she sprinted towards their office building on bare feet, ignoring the searing pain in her ankle as she tightly clutched her discarded heels in her hands.
Effortlessly gliding into the bustling office lobby, she hurruidely made her way towards the elevator bank. The sight of numerous people waiting did not faze her as she checked the time once more, with only a minute and a half . Not having any other option left she gazed towards the staircase .
As she trudged towards the stairs, her breaths came out in heavy gasps and her muscles burned with exhaustion. She pushed herself to keep climbing, but by the time she reached the 5th floor, her legs gave out and she collapsed onto the steps, panting for air and feeling utterly drained.
She fixated her steely gaze on the private elevator, a sinister smirk playing across her lips as she confidently strode towards it, making sure to avoid any prying eyes.
With trembling hands, she swiped the card that branded her as his personal secretary. The elevator doors slid shut, trapping her inside with only her racing heart. She slammed the button for the 60th floor and braced herself against the wall.
As she stepped onto the floor, a rush of air escaped her mouth in a sigh of relief. But it was quickly replaced by a sharp gasp as the elevator doors slid open and she came face-to-face with THE BAGGHAD BILLA, his dark green forest like eyes piercing into hers with an intense stare that sent shivers down her spine.
"Kaha phas gai mai, hae bhagawan bacha lena iss bagghad billa sei , mai har roz aapako chappan bhog chadaungi , please bhagawan ."
( Where I am stuck yarr, please God, please save me from these bagghad billa , I will offer you 56 different types of dishes every day, please God. )
She begged for divine protection as she stood before the devil himself, his hands hidden in the depths of his pockets. His piercing gaze seemed to penetrate her very being, and she could feel the weight of his malevolent stare on her soul.
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Ivaan stormed out of his cabin and marched towards the private elevator. But as the doors slid open, he was met with a shocking sight - Adhira standing inside .
His jaw locked tight in a seething rage, his eyes flashing with fury as he watches someone else dare to use his private elevator without permission as a low growl escapes his throat.
He noticed her muttering something unintelligible, causing him to furrow his brow in confusion.
A searing flash of anger ignites in his eyes like burning coals as he watches her carelessly juggle his breakfast and a pair of stiletto heels in one hand. .
"IN MY CABIN THIS INSTANT." His bellowing voice reverberated off the walls, sending shivers down her spine as she braced herself for another one of his lectures.
"Why did he come early today, why?" She mumbled underneath her breath as the mere thought of having to endure it so early in the morning ignited a spark of irritation deep within her and she quietly followed him behind into his cabin , without being any other option left.
"Breakfast." The word escaped his lips like a sharp icicle, piercing the air with its coldness as he settled into his chair.
As she approached him with his meal, her knee collided with the sharp edge of the desk, causing a dark bruise to bloom on her skin. He watched her stumble and gritted his teeth, trying to contain his rising anger at her clumsiness.
With a heavy sigh, he closed his eyes and willed himself to calm down, but her actions only fueled his frustration and annoyance.
Taking the tray from her trembling hands, he flashed a wicked smirk filled with malice, causing her to frown in confusion at his sudden change in demeanor.
But before she could react, he deliberately knocked his breakfast of her hands, sending the contents crashing in the bin placed in his luxurious office with a loud clatter. A gasp escaped her lips as she stared at him in disbelief, her eyes now burning with anger at his cruel behavior.
