The Sisodia heirs stood unrivaled in control and possession, their world a testament to their might. To onlookers, their lives were a manifestation of perfection, with their family and surname commanding respect, prestige, and reputation.
Yet, behi...
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I was packing up the things, preparing to leave for the day. I felt a sense of relief wash over me. The morning meeting had gone smoothly, and S.I. had secured the contract we had been hoping for.
I was grateful, too, for the unexpected help I had received from that stranger—Aayansh. I didn't even know what department he worked in or his role in the office. I made a mental note to thank him properly next time we met and to ask him more about himself.
The rest of the day had passed relatively uneventful, with Fireball, my boss, in surprisingly good mood. That meant fewer tantrums and orders from his side. 'Consequently, fewer scoldings also,' a voice in my head added.
I stood up, stretched, and made my way to leave, when I noticed a presence behind me. I turned to see Fireball standing there, his eyes fixed on his phone.
I wondered why he wasn't using his private elevator, but said nothing. I was sure he was aware of my stare, but chose to ignore me.
Then, what do you expect from him? To look at you and do khi-khi-khi (giggle)?
The same voice in my head chimed in again. I turned back, annoyed, rubbing my forehead.
Something was wrong with me. I had started to talk to myself over the past few days. It was either the result of my loneliness or this man was driving me crazy. I would go with the latter option, as the first had never been an issue for me before.
The elevator doors opened, and I stepped inside, followed by him, who tucked his phone into his pocket.
I glanced at him, about to ask him if he had had entered the wrong elevator. But the next words slipped out of my mouth before I could rethink them.
"You entered here mistakenly, sir. "
His gaze snapped to mine, acknowledging my presence. I thought to myself, I'm getting used to making things awkward between us. Stupid me. It was his office, and I was being a Google Map to him.
"I don't think your job includes giving me instructions on what to do and where to go. Or did it?" he replied, his tone mocking.
I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I opened my mouth to apologize, but caught myself just in time. Why was I apologizing for something that wasn't my fault?
"I didn't mean it that way. I–" I began to explain, but he cut of me off.
"Tomorrow, I have a sight check in the morning, and you will be accompanying me. Make sure to be on time." He dropped the previous topic, his expression unreadable.
I took a deep breath, encouraging myself to continue. "Actually, sir, I have taken a leave for tomorrow. I handed over your schedule and files to Mr. Bedi, so you won't have any problem."
I wanted to roll my eyes, hearing my own words. As if he couldn't manage without me!
"What? I mean, why?" he asked with a frown. He wasn't upset, but he seemed... offended. For what, boss?
