MOHABBAT-E-DIWAANGI ( Book 1)

17. gunshot ✨

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Author's POV

As her eyes met his for the first few seconds, she thought it was a dream. But then, her gaze shifted, catching the eyes of another person-none other than Armaan. The sight of him jolted her back to reality, grounding her in the moment and dispelling any lingering sense of disbelief.

But Armaan's eyes were not on her. Instead, they were focused on the people behind her, who were trying to talk to each other about a new change in their office.

As she realized what was happening, she quickly stood up. A look of surprise crossed her face, but she quickly tried to look calm and professional. "Ji sir," ( yes sir )she said, then added, "good morning sir." Her formal greeting hid the sudden worry she felt inside as she tried to adjust to the situation.

Even Aadi realized what he had done by now. He glanced around at everyone and replied, "Good morning, everyone."

They all answered at the same time, which really annoyed him.

He turned and went to his cabin. Just before leaving, he said something to Armaan. Avantika was about to sit down when Armaan came up to her and said, "Miss, can you come with me?"

"Ji " she replied and followed him .

As Armaan and Avantika stepped into Aadish's cabin, he greeted them with a curious tone, "Miss Avantika, you are new here, right?" His words hung in the air, prompting Avantika to exchange a glance with Armaan.

In a gesture of deference, she nodded her head while replying, "Ji sir," ( yes sir )her demeanor respectful and obedient.

In a dim room, Aadish got annoyed and told Avantika, "You can call me Mr. Rajawat." Avantika felt surprised by his serious tone, wondering why he suddenly wanted to be called by his last name.

Avantika hesitated, her voice trembling slightly as she addressed him with the deference of a subordinate. The air in the room felt heavy with anticipation, the silence stretching between them like an unspoken question. "Is there any work or should I leave,... sir " The weight of the word "sir" hung in the air, echoing with a sense of respect and formality.

Aadish felt a surge of determination. "You wanna play the game, bachha , then let's fulfill your wish," he thought to himself. His eyes narrowed, and a small smile appeared on his face. He knew the challenges ahead, but he was ready.

She wasn't even willing to look in his direction properly.

"Yes, I have work. I urgently need a PA, as Armaan, your senior, is taking leave for a few months," Aadish said while working on some files. In front of him, two people stood with their mouths open, looking as if they'd just heard their death notice.

Armaan was not ready for something like this from Aadish. Armaan had been working with Aadish for so many years, and they had never heard of him taking leave. He was so happy about it and had already made plans to do so many things.

Armaan and Avantika exchanged a tense glance as they spoke simultaneously.

"Yes, I am going for 3 months on leave," Armaan declared with a resolute tone.

"No, I can't do this," Avantika protested, her voice carrying a note of frustration.

The room fell silent as the weight of their words hung in the air. They stared at each other, a mix of surprise and determination reflecting in their eyes. Both had made their decisions clear, yet the juxtaposition of their statements revealed the underlying tension and the unspoken complexities of their shared situation. The moment was charged, hinting at deeper conflicts and contrasting priorities that would inevitably need to be addressed.