Chronicles Of My Darling Husband | ✓

136. Beej (Part 1)

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Chandrakant burst through the door. "Hello, the great Singh Sahab!" he boomed, his voice dripping with mock awe. "How does it feel to be living the high life, eh?"

Jagdish, peering over his spectacles, shot Chandrakant a withering look as his annoying friend took a seat against him. "You better shut up, fucker. It wasn't an easy win."

Unni, with the subtlety of a mime opening an imaginary door, poked his head into the office. His nose wiggled like a bloodhound on a scent. "Is that the sweet aroma of the roasting session I detect?" he inquired, his voice dripping with faux innocence. "Shall I join?"

Chandrakant chuckled, tilting back in his chair with a knowing grin. "After all, who else but our spymaster Unni, the walking encyclopedia of office whispers, could be privy to such classified information?" He raised an eyebrow, feigning seriousness, "We'd all be lost without your... 'intel gathering' skills, wouldn't we Unni? Gossip is in your fucking blood."

Unni sauntered into the room. "Wait, wait, wait," he declared, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Let's not sully my good name with talk of gossip. I'm a mere purveyor of factual information, meticulously collected, of course." He winked, one shoulder casually propped against the glass panel. "And let's just say, this information tends to be... highly valuable."

"Sir?"

All three turned to look at the intruder. Chandrakant's smile faltered for a brief moment before he plastered it back on, albeit a touch tighter. "Yes, Ms. Gaikwad?"

"Call her Pallavi, Kant," Unni chirped, his voice laced with amusement. "Why be so formal with your, ahem, lovely junior?" He cast a pointed glance at Chandrakant, his grin barely contained.

Flustered, Pallavi stammered, "Jagdish sir, papa... I mean, Gaikwad sir... he, uh, requests your presence in his cabin."

"Look who it is! The future legal powerhouse reduced to errand girl duty," Unni sashayed towards Pallavi as he smirked. "Weren't you training to become top shot like Jaggy or Kant? Seems daddy dearest has other plans for you, doesn't he?" He leaned in closer, his smile widening maliciously. "Don't worry, Pallavi, fetching coffee and playing secretary is excellent training for... well, fetching coffee and playing secretary."

Pallavi's cheeks flushed a deep red, and she bit her lip nervously, unsure of how to respond to Unni's comments.

"Don't be an ass, Unni," Chandrakant retorted sharply, his eyes flashing with irritation. "You're picking on her just because she's our junior, aren't you?"

Unni raised his hands in mock surrender, a grin still playing on his lips. "No, where did I bully her?" he asked defensively, his voice laced with feigned innocence. "I'm just curious about her job description, that's all."

"Unni," The air crackled with tension as Prasanna swept into the room. Her voice, though light and airy, held a sharp edge. "Corporate law is your domain, isn't it? I'm sure you're well-versed in the potential repercussions of...unwanted comments in the workplace."

"Calling out your husband's bullshits, now that's my champ Sana," Chandrakant remarked but Unni remained unfazed, still grinning like a fool.

Pallavi, shrinking under the weight of their attention, squeaked, "I, uh, I should get going..."

Unni called after her, "Don't forget to ask your 'Chandrakant sir' for permission to leave next time, princess!" He received a sharp rap on the arm from Prasanna for his troubles.

Chandrakant, his face stormy, growled, "Even if she doesn't complain, you asshole, I'll make sure you regret harassing my junior."

"Your junior, yes... That's what I am saying..." Unni turned around, his gaze settling on Pallavi with a sly smile. "Your darling Kant sir is supporting you, huh?" he added, his voice dripping with mockery.

Pallavi's cheeks turned a deep crimson, her fair skin betraying every ounce of her embarrassment. Her eyes widened in panic, and without another word, she spun on her heel and dashed out of the room.

Unni chuckled, "Someone in the office likes Kant a lot." He quirked a brow in Chandrakant's direction.

Prasanna glared at him and reached out, swatting him lightly on the head. "Don't forget, you fucker," she said, her voice firm, "she's Mr. Gaikwad's daughter and he's our boss. A little respect goes a long way."

Unni simply shrugged, a sly grin playing on his lips. "Respect, respect," he drawled. "Of course, for us, he's the boss, but for dear Kant here..." he trailed off, letting his voice fade into a suggestive murmur, "who knows, maybe future father-in-law?"

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A/N

Uh, what is this, Kant? I was planning to write a book about you and Devika! This is totally unfair. Now what am I supposed to tell my readers, huh? *snickers like a witch cos... why not?*

Btw, after a looooooong time, we finally met our bunch of awesome peeps. How much I missed writing about them!!! And finally, I was able to introduce Pallavi here, damn took me 136 chapters XD

"Latoo" for Pallavi, and you know who's she latoo on.

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