Her Only Saviour

7. a new sunrise

"So ani-"

*knock*

"Who the fuck is it now?" Rudransh growled as another knock interrupted him.

One thing about Rudransh Malhotra-he hates being cut off mid-conversation.

"Come in," I said, suppressing a sigh.

A junior staffer walked in, visibly shaken the moment Rudra's glare landed on him.

"Y-yes s-sir... this needs your signature," he stammered, thrusting a file toward me before bolting out like his life depended on it.

"Relax, Rudra. Go on," Sid, who had been silent so far, finally spoke up.

"Yeah, so Ani-it's-"

Knock knock*

I couldn't hold it anymore-I started chuckling. Vivaan was already laughing, and Sid simply sighed in resignation.

"Come in," I said, trying to stay composed.

This time it was Sid's PA.
"Sir, your new phone. I've already transferred all the data," he said while handing over the device. Without waiting for a reply, he exited.

And Rudransh? Sitting like a monk. The calm before the inevitable storm.

Then his phone rang.

"Hello?"

...

"What the fuck? Can't you guys do one thing right?!"

...

"Stop this damn drama-I'm coming."

He slammed the phone down, gave us a quick nod, and stormed out.

We all exchanged looks, saying nothing.

"Well, I should get going too. Got some work," Sid announced, rising from his seat.

Vivaan smirked. "Yeah yeah... we know what kind of work that is."

Lately, this guy had been smirking way too much.

Sid shot him a glare and turned to me. "Don't stress. Focus on work for now, okay?"

I nodded. He left.

And that's when I spoke to the pain in my ass. "What?"

"What?"

"Why are you still here? Get out."

"Haye, so ungrateful! Sasta Devdas," Vivaan said dramatically, clutching his chest like a soap opera heroine.

Melodramatic clown.

"Get out, Viv. I've got work to do."

"Dost... dost na raha..." he sang with a sad, clownish pout before finally walking out.

I sighed, finally turning my attention back to the pile of work waiting on my desk.