HIS BRIDE: Union of two souls

THE WATER REVENGE

Eshank's POV

I sat back in my high-backed leather chair, the sleek, dark wood of my desk perfectly organized in front of me. The early morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office on the top floor of Black Crown Industries, casting a golden hue over the room. It had been a week since Miss Avleen started working as my personal assistant. The change in the office atmosphere was palpable.

She was efficient; I had to give her that. In just a week, Avleen had managed to streamline my schedule, handle important communications with precision, and even anticipate my needs before I voiced them. Despite her clumsiness, which grated on my nerves, I couldn't deny her competence. However, her presence also brought an unwelcome liveliness to the otherwise cold and quiet environment I preferred.

Every morning before I arrived, the office buzzed with hushed conversations and soft laughter. I knew it was because of her. She had an uncanny ability to draw people in and make them feel at ease.

She always keeps the office atmosphere lively with her quirks. Not to mention, my expenses have increased since she joined the Black Crown. She will break something one day or another.

I couldn't help but think about what she did this past week. Thinking about her antics, her fearlessness, her talkativeness, her clumsiness, and much more.

Flashback:-

ONE DAY

I arrived earlier at the office than usual. As I passed by the break room, the sound of muffled laughter caught my attention. It was early, and I rarely ventured into this part of the office at this hour, but something about the liveliness piqued my curiosity. I was moving forward but halted at my steps as I heard Avleen mention my name. I stood there as I decided to hear, eager to know what she was up to now.

"Mr. Raisinghania? Oh, he's so boring and cold-hearted. He is always angry. Maine kabhi unhe muskurate huye nahi dekha. Vaise muskurana toh baad ki baat hai voh toh Kabhi expression nahi dete chehre pe. Expressionless and Emotionless Robot. Unhe sirf gussa ke expression pata hai." Avleen's voice came through clearly, followed by a chorus of giggles.

 (Mr. Raisinghania? Oh, he's so boring and cold-hearted He's always angry I've never seen him smile Well, smiling is a whole different story for him; he never shows any expression on his face Expressionless and emotionless robot. All he knows is how to express anger.)

"Like an akdu lamba khamba," she added with a dramatic flourish, making everyone laugh harder. (Like an arrogant, tall guy.)

I clenched my jaw. 'Akdu lamba khamba,' was I? I peered through the partially open door and saw her sitting on one of the tables, surrounded by a few employees, all looking at her with a mixture of amusement and admiration.

One of my employees, Raj, shook his head in disbelief. "Ma'am, you have the guts to say something like that about Mr. Raisinghania. No one dares to open their mouth in front of him; no one dares to look into his eyes straight, and here you are, saying that he is arrogant so openly."

Before Avleen could respond, I decided I had heard enough. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room fell silent instantly, the laughter dying in their throats as they turned to see me. Their expressions shifted from amusement to horror in a heartbeat, their faces quickly adopting an indifferent mask.

Avleen, oblivious to my presence, looked around, puzzled by the sudden change. "Why is everyone so quiet?" she asked, her back still turned to me.

I moved to stand beside her, crossing my arms over my chest. She looked at me, still laughing, and swatted at my shoulder absentmindedly.

"Aapke hi bare mein baat..." she started and looked forward, then froze as she turned to look at me again and realized it was me. Her eyes widened, and a nervous smile tugged at her lips. "Mr. Raisinghania...", She immediately got down from the table. (We were talking about you...)