MANAS 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...
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||MANAS||
I watched her again today, the same way I did this morning. I was seated in the café, casually holding a newspaper in front of my face, trying to look inconspicuous. But my gaze was fixed on her. She was at the counter, engaged in conversation with another girl whose name I didn't know.
yesterday i asked joe to start taking everyone's number and address by some schemes or tricks so that i can get her number
and anyways it'll be beneficial because sometimes customers do create fuss after drinking.
She was taking longer than I anticipated, and I couldn't help but wonder why. Just as I was observing her keenly, Joe came over and whispered in my ear, "Sir, she's refusing to give her number and says she doesn't need it."
I responded quietly, "Tell her it's part of our job and that she can only proceed if she cooperates."
I saw her roll her eyes in response. I couldn't help but chuckle. Feisty.
Once she gave in and provided her number, she took their order. I thought she would come and sit here, but instead, they left and got into a car. I decided to follow them, planning to get her number later.
They entered a mall, and I slipped in behind them, donning a mask. They went shopping, and I followed discreetly. My curiosity was piqued—why wasn't she buying anything? Didn't she want anything?
I had a female employee bring a white net dress to her. I instructed her to deliver it without revealing who had sent it.
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The employee nodded and went over. When the dress was presented, the other girl snatched it away, and I felt a surge of rage. How dare she? The dress was meant for my feisty cat.
She tried on the dress, and I was furious when I saw her buying it for herself. My anger simmered.
Mv - why god that wasn't for her i hate this , ughhh
