Rishabh Khurana was a successful businessman, known for his sharp mind and ruthless attitude. He was feared by many and loved by none. His rude and arrogant demeanor made it difficult for people to approach him, and his short temper was legendary.
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As I finished applying the final touches of makeup to my client, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. It had been a long day, and I was eager to head home and relax. However, as I reached for my phone to check the time, I noticed a notification. It was a message from Rishabh.
I opened the message, and it read, 'Come outside when you finish your work; I'm waiting outside.' My heart skipped a beat as I realized that Rishabh had come to pick me up. I quickly put my phone away and stepped outside, eager to see him.
There he was, standing next to the car, his eyes glued to his phone. I approached him and greeted him with a warm 'Hi.' He looked up, smiled, and said hello in return. He opened the car door for me as a gentleman, and I slid into the passenger seat.
'How was your day?' he asked, turning to face me.
'It was good,' I replied, feeling a little shy under his gaze. There was a moment of silence, and I could sense that Rishabh was searching for something to say.
Suddenly, he reached the back seat and pulled out a beautiful bouquet of white rose flowers. My heart skipped a beat as he handed them to me.
'These are for you,' he said, his eyes never leaving mine.
I was touched by the gesture and thanked him. I couldn't help but ask, 'Is it a special occasion?'
'Do I need a special occasion to give beautiful flowers to my beautiful wife?' He replied, his voice filled with sincerity. I didn't know how to respond, so I took a picture of the bouquet and posted it on Instagram, sharing my happiness with the world.
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As we continued our drive, Rishabh asked me if I would join him for dinner. I agreed, and he took me to the Sky Royal Plaza restaurant. We were led to the rooftop area, where we could see the entire city spread out before us like a glittering tapestry.
As the waiter approached our table, Rishabh smiled at me. 'You order, please,' he said.
I confidently requested the creamy white sauce pasta, the tantalizing Easy Cheesy Garlic Bread, and the refreshing Mocktail Sunrise. I turned to Rishabh, inquiring about his preference.
'I'll have the same,' he replied.
The waiter swiftly took our order and disappeared into the kitchen. As we waited for our food, suddenly, my phone rang. I glanced at the screen and excused myself, walking a few steps away with Rishabh.
'Hello,' I said into the phone.
'Hello, Aru,' a familiar voice replied. 'How are you?'
