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IVAAN SINGH RAGHUVANSHI ADHIRA ARORA
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Ivaan stormed towards the car parked in the basement, his steps echoing loudly as he made his way to the passenger seat. But before he could reach it, Adhira appeared in front of him, blocking his path.
"What do you think you are doing , Miss. Arora?" He asked, with a raised eyebrow, he silently questioned her actions, his frustration evident in his clenched jaw.
But she simply rolled her eyes mentally, fed up with his condescending attitude.
"Why do you think I'm doing?. You're going to drive and I'll sit in the passenger seat," she replied coolly, crossing her arms over her chest.
He scoffed, looking at her in disbelief. "Your memory seems to be failing you again Miss. Arora. I am your boss and according to my knowledge, the secretary drives while the boss sits in the passenger seat."
A sarcastic smile played on his lips, making her want to punch him. But instead, she twitched her lips and said, "As you wish Mr. Raghuvanshi. But don't blame me if I start dozing off while driving and we both end up in heaven. Although I'm pretty sure I'll be the only one opening my eyes there because you'll be headed straight to hell."
She let out a loud laugh, enjoying the look of frustration on his face as he muttered to himself that it would be better for him to drive instead.
Without another word, he made his way to the driver's seat as Adhira squealed in excitement and did a little happy dance outside the car. He watched her with exasperation before honking the horn and effectively ending her dance with a startle.
As soon as he pressed the horn, her happy dance came to an abrupt end and she pouted before reluctantly getting into the passenger seat. She closed the door a little louder than necessary, indicating for him to start the car.
He did so without sparing her a glance, his jaw clenched in irritation. She sighed and turned on the radio, causing him to look at her again.
"What?" she asked innocently and he replied through gritted teeth, "Turn off the radio. It's distracting and they're playing an advertisement instead of a song."
"I won't. I hate sitting in silence and there's no one here to talk to anyway," she retorted stubbornly, making him grip the steering wheel tighter in frustration.
He didn't bother replying and just focused on driving, knowing that she wouldn't listen to him anyways. He tried his best to ignore her singing along to the songs playing on the radio, her enthusiasm grating on his nerves.
