𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #1
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Shivanya Gupta is a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve. Always going above and beyond to help others, she loves deeply and s...
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Shariq Raichand is dead.
I feel numb. I don't know what emotion to choose out of the millions of things playing around my mind.
Relief is my first choice. I was almost raped & kidnapped to another country. But regret tugs at me in the back of my mind.
I know it's not my fault but my heart mourns a person I knew for a very long time. Friend or not.
But mostly I am freed. And the reason is sitting in the driver's seat in a suit and drumming his fingers in a rhythm in the steering wheel.
Vihaan Rajputh.
My saviour.
I look at his handsome features. With a 6'2 figure his head almost touches the roof of the car. His eyes a stormy grey, an aristocratic nose accentuating the perfection of his mouth.
If he were not my boss I would've kissed him for saving me. I know my thoughts are highly inappropriate considering my situation but I couldn't stop thinking about this perfection of a man.
I think I have a teeny weeny crush on him
Sensing my scrutiny he turns his stormy eyes in my direction. I am ensnared by his intense gaze so I face the way ahead.
This is so weird.
How do I address the elephant in the room or precisely a car?
Hey it's nice to meet you again after the inappropriate work interaction at office?
And by the way thank you for saving me from my psycho stalker. It's been a pleasant few years him torturing me?
Or
Thank you for killing him I feel relieved over a death of a person. What kind of a human am I?
Or
Do you know I work for you?
Oh wait he knows! He addressed me by my name so many times today. I abruptly turn and face him with a bewildered expression.
He sees my expression and his eyebrows furrow. Surely I must be looking like a fangirl stunned over her favourite celebrity remembering her name.
"You know you are safe with me right?"
Or a person who was kidnapped recently.
"Yup" I squeak.
Yup?! Real classic.
So I blurt out to hide my awkwardness, "How do you know my name?"
His eyebrows lift nearly touching his hairline. "I have a habit of knowing my employees names Miss.Gupta." He says his voice trying to conceal something.
I instantly become embarrassed. Of course he knows every person's name in his company. Why do I have to make myself look like a fool everytime asking stupid questions.
