𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀 : 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞|𝟏𝟖+ (Series #01)

14

CHAPTER 14 :
❀ HIS   ANGER❀
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M I R A Y A ' S    P O V

The door to my room opened wide, as I looked up, my eyes wide as a surprising look formed on my face, only to see the man I least expected to grace with his presence, right now.

Mr. Raghav Singhania.

He stood in his place, hands tightened on the door handle, face flushed , clenched jaw, sleeves from his white shirt rolled up, tattooed hands into the view and his brown eyes filled with pain staring straight into my soul.

Why is he here? Did something happen?

"Pack your things up, we're leaving." He announced.

The look in his amber brown eyes is something I've never noticed until now. It's unfamiliar to me.

His eyes are filled with rage, yet he seems to be controlling them to pour out.

"B-But I've not completed my work yet." I stood up in my place, slightly nervous at his intent gaze on me as my footwears touched the floor when I tried to make him understand.

It's just the second day of me working in the office after marriage, and I cannot take leave almost whenever I want, just because I'm an older employee.

"I said, we are leaving. Right. Now. " His teeth clenched, the outline of the jaw sharply defined.

I flinched as he left the door handle which resulted in closing of the cabin door.

"R-Raghav." I stammered, as he approached the desk chair. "What's wrong? Please tell me."

Something is definitely wrong. This behavior of his is what I've never seen.

"Wrong?" He chuckled, shaking his head while looking intently at me, "Everything is wrong."

"W-What happened? Is everyone okay?" I asked, making my way to stand in front of him.

He sighed looking at me. His chest was heavily breathing as he kept staring at me.

As he was about to say something but before that someone knocked on the door.

Turning away our gaze from each other, we both looked at the door as the man in black suit peaked in slightly.

"S-Sorry to interrupt you sir. There's a call from the boss for you. He awaits your response." He informed us, as Mr. Singhania nodded at him, and the man closed the door.

"We are going home right now. And," He paused as he noticed that I'll be arguing with his statement. "No. Questions. Asked." He declared, his tone sharp and voice deep.

I gulped down the thick saliva, looking down at the floor, unable to meet his gaze along with fighting against him.

"Am I clear, love?" Holding my chin up, he made me look at him as his amber brown eyes met my black ones, "I'll be waiting outside for you. Make it quick." His question automatically made me nod at him.

I observed, as he moved out of the room. Blinking my eyes, I wondered what had happened to him.

Is he angry?