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|| MANAS POV ||
Yesterday was a marathon at the office—work piled up like a never-ending Jenga tower. I dragged myself home late, just barely avoiding a collapse. Today was supposed to be a smoother ride, or so I hoped. I had a meeting scheduled at my café, the place I like to call my little kingdom. I wanted it early to dodge the usual café chaos and have my PA, Mayank, record the whole thing. Mayank's not just my PA; he's my right-hand man, my confidant, my partner-in-crime. He's been around through thick and thin—love stories, heartbreaks, you name it.
We arrived at the café in the morning, and after two hours of serious talk and clandestine recordings, the meeting wrapped up. The clients, being the hospitable lot, suggested we have breakfast together. Mayank's eyes twinkled with mischief—clearly, he had a plan. I didn't really want to hang around, but I knew he was up to something, so I agreed.
"Sure, what would you like to have, Mr. Joseph?" I asked, trying to sound interested.
As we started ordering, my mind was already planning the next move to take over Joseph's company. Breakfast was just a side dish.
Then, amidst my scheming, something felt weird. Suddenly, my chest was on fire. I looked up and saw a girl—completely out of place, like a unicorn at a dog show. She was wearing a bridal lehenga in the morning, with her makeup smudged and her hair half-braided. Despite the mess, she was strikingly beautiful. I couldn't tear my eyes away, and I realized I was in danger of melting into a puddle of emotions.
Before I knew it, I was lost in those doe eyes, like a poet gazing at the moon, trying to read a sonnet in their depths. My heart did somersaults, and I was nearly drowning in them. But then, reality hit me hard. This was a café, and I was in the middle of a meeting.
Suddenly, I felt a nudge and heard, "Stop eye-raping me, you bastard!"
That snapped me back to my senses faster than a cold shower. My inner beast roared. How dare she call me a bastard? How dare she touch me? My anger was boiling over like a pot left on the stove.
"Get lost, you idiot!" I barked back. "You ruined my clothes, my meeting, and now you're accusing me? I've seen plenty of girls trying to grab attention. You're just another one."
A tear slipped from her eye, and she looked like she was on the edge of a breakdown. It was like someone had ripped out a page from a tragic romance novel.
Despite my fury, I wanted to comfort her. I had the urge to wipe away her tears and give her a hug. But then she brought my family into it. "Women in your family might do that, but my parents raised me right."
Mayank stood up, ready to intervene, but I waved him back down. I wasn't done yet. "Oh, so that's why you're parading around in bridal attire? For what, exactly?"
"I'm not here to warm anyone's bed," she shot back, clearly exasperated.
"Then why are you dressed like this?" I asked, smiling slyly.
"None of your business," she replied, rolling her eyes.
"Hmm, impressive," I thought. "This girl's got some guts."
"Alright, let's talk business," I said, switching gears. "You owe me for the mess you caused."
"I already apologized," she argued.
"Oh, so the pretty lady can't pay?" I pressed.
"No, I won't," she retorted.
"And who holds business meetings in a café?" she asked, clearly frustrated.
"My café, my rules," I said, standing my ground.
"Is this café owned by your father?" she asked.
That was it. I lost my cool. "It's my hard work, not his. He left me to fight the world on my own, and I hate him for it. This café is mine, and only mine."
I ruffled her hair slightly, my anger still simmering. "Hands off, you moron."
"Fuck off!" she shouted before storming out.
I chuckled at her sass, but I knew she was on the brink of breaking down. Her voice was shaking, and it hit me harder than I expected. I ordered Mayank to head back to the office and handle things; I wasn't in the mood to face anyone.
After a cold shower, I collapsed into bed. Exhaustion took over, and I couldn't stop thinking about those eyes. I don't like anyone touching me, especially not girls, so I was infuriated. But the sight of her tears made my chest ache like a thousand tiny hammers.
As I drifted off to sleep, I felt a strange calm. It was the quietest, most peaceful sleep I'd had in ages, free from nightmares and fears.
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next part will be the continuation of same in manas pov
so this was manas's pov on how he felt after meeting her
what will happen will they ever be able to meet
and yes where ever i have written Mv it is mind voice .
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RomanceMANAS BAJAJ - Ceo of Bajaj Industries. A handsome dashing man with a cold devilious face void of any emotions but heart which has thousands of painfull memories burried in it. HE is fire🔥 .He is every girls ultimate dream where every girls goes b...