The Sisodias' life is a masterpiece of perfection, crafted for the world to admire. They have it all: empire, wealth, status and reputation that shines brighter than gold. Every smile, every gesture, every word is a calculated performance.
But as t...
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Abhyudit's Pov :
I glanced at the time and it was fifteen ahead the usual time, when she comes to my cabin. "Come in." I said, hearing the knock, and there she entered, making my morning good. A wave of peace washed over me, seeing her in my sight.
"Good Morning, sir." She wished, keeping my coffee and schedule on the table. I gave her a slight nod putting on a serious face. Her slightly raged breathing was not unnoticed by me, and I doubted if she came running.
"I was finishing the work you told me, that's why I got late." She uttered, with her gaze fixed on the floor. A thing she do, when she is nervous.
"I didn't say anything." I raised my eyebrow in confusion. Well, I was already aware of that.
"No, you will think I am taking my job for granted and that's not true." She said in flow, closing her eyes for a second with a reprimanding expression on her face.
It striked me that she was saying this because of my words, which I told her the other day. That bastard Rudra was the reason of my sour mood. He came into my way out of nowhere and displayed his same shit behaviour, which triggered me and I lashed out on her afterwards. Should I clear to her that I don't assume that about her? Rejecting the idea, I held the mug and gave no reaction.
"I see, Shirina, you are improving. Bring your focus back and read out my schedule for the day." She turned her head up and then looked away, preventing herself from answering back.
While she did what I asked, I observed her keenly. Even in few days, I have learned to read her from her gestures. She blinks rapidly when she is puzzled, she opens and closes her mouth when she is annoyed with my orders, she stares at a single object or place when she is nervous, she interlocks her fingers when she is stressed, taps her feet on foot in impatience to get out of my cabin and the way she zones out in between my talks. She really needs to change the last one. No, the last two. Along with all these and many more, how can I miss the most important thing about her, which is her favorite dialogue - 'I am Sorry, Sir'. With each passing day, I am finding myself more into her and she has already become a part of me and my life. The surprising thing is only she needs to be informed that. I will do that, very soon. With that, she will be mine, forever.
"That's it." She finished, placing the paper back and I averted my eyes from her.
"I am sending you a mail, forward that to Mr. Sharma and..." I said, while attempting to do the same, but the stupid device got struck on the same window.
"And what, sir?"
"I guess, there is some issue with my laptop. I will send that later." I tried to make it work but nothing helped. I will order another one today. I turned it off when she gave me a peculiar look.
"There is an employee in this office, Sir. I am positive, he will resolve the issue in some time."
She gave me the suggestion but what caught my attention was 'he'. From what I noticed, she had made no friends in this office in these days and I have not seen her talking around with employees often. So, from where did this third person came?
