Annika Mehra has a hundred things she needs to take care of: her business, her sister, her familial responsibilities and quite a few things she would rather forget.
The unfortunate circumstances which entangle the lives of an unorganised and energe...
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Exhaling a sigh, I tapped my pen against the file, my eyebrows furrowing in distaste at the ridiculous suggestions displayed in front of me.
I glanced at Khanna—— as he shuffled on his feet.
"Err, Sir?" Khanna smiled nervously. I arched an eyebrow. "Mishra and I got some more files——"
"No," I shook my head. "No more files." Rubbing my temple in irritation, I shut the file in front of me in frustration. "None of these will work!" I threw the file onto the small table in front of me. "Her tastes are specific and simple, these are all too," I gestured vaguely.
"Extreme?" Khanna offered, in a timid voice.
"Yes," I nodded, closing my eyes as frustration built up inside me. "Way too much."
A moment passed in silence, before I opened my eyes as Khanna cleared his throat, "May I suggest something, Sir?"
I arched an eyebrow. "Might as well," I shrugged.
"Isn't there someone you could call up who would let you know about the specifics of Annika Ma'am's tastes or wishes for a 'perfect date'?" Khanna shrugged.
I frowned. "Who could I call? I don't know any of her close friends who'd know about these things in detail. Gauri would not be able to keep it a secret for long. She'd get far too excited and blabber everything."
"What about Annika Ma'am's other friends?" Khanna suggested. "The young a man, whose house you visited in Pune?"
"No," I shook my head.
For some reason, it made me feel uncomfortable, thinking about asking someone who happened to have had a crush on my 'girlfriend' in the past—— for advice on how to plan a perfect date for said 'girlfriend'.
"Erm, Sir?" Khanna spoke up hesitantly. "What about," he smiled nervously.
"What?" I looked at him pointedly. "Spit it out, Khanna."
"What if you asked Annika Ma'am's other friend? The one who drove you to Pune?" He chuckled nervously. "Vikram Maheshwari."
I blinked.
Excuse me?!
How could he?!
Out of all the people he could've suggested, he decided to suggest the one man who or rated me like no other!
