Author's POV:
Anjali came into Anya's office building.
" Hey! Where is CEO's cabin?" She said to the receptionist.
Receptionist eyed her suspiciously first.
" Do you have an appointment?" The receptionist said in attitude.
" No."
" Then?" Said in attitude.
" Where is CEO'S cabin, tell me that?" She already have a VIP card, she can go without informing anyone.
" We can't disclose this."
Anjali kept her VIP card in front of the receptionist.
" Tell."
Receptionist got shocked because only a few people have this card.
" In 30th floor, ma'am." This time the receptionist said politely.
Anjali saw the magazine which was kept on the table. It was her picture on the magazine cover. Receptionist also followed her eyes and saw the magazine cover and got shocked seeing Anjali.
" Oh my god, ma'am you are Miss Anjali. I am such a big fan of yours."
Anjali fake smiled at her and went into the lift.
She knocked at Anya's door and entered in.
" We are going for shopping." Anjali said.
" Absolutely not. I am very busy." Anya said while typing something on the phone.
" When I said, we are going means we are going, got it? Let's go." Anjali switched the wifi off.
" 3 hours maximum." Anya said.
" Okay." Even though she knew that's never happening.
They both left the cabin.
In the mall:
Anjali was showing Anya a dress," How is this dress?"
" Good." Anya said non chalantly but as soon as she saw a ring in Anjali's hand, her eyes widened.
" Did he-" Anjali while blushing nodded.
" OMG, congratulations." Anya hugged Anjali.
" When are you both going to marry?" As soon Anya asked the question Anjali's face fell.
" What happened?" Anjali shook her head.
Anya glared at her.
" I will tell you once we are home." Anjali assured and Anya nodded. Both of them, went different different brands and bought many things.
Anya's POV:
As we were going, Anjali was suddenly pulled with a jerk.
I frowned to look that the person was none other than Armaan. Wait? What? How?
He started dragging Anjali with him but I hold Anjali's hand firmly.
Armaan looked in my eyes, he was damn angry, it looked like he could eat anyone present in front of him. For a minute, I was scared but I didn't showed. Armaan and I kept looking at each other in a challenging manner.
" He is my brother." Anjali said in a low voice.
Wait? What, brother? My grip on her hand loosened and Armaan took her with him.
Anjali's POV:
Bhaiya started the car, the whole car ride was silent nor did he spoke something, neither I had the courage to speak. He stopped the car before his house.
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Do we love each other?
Romance" Let's make this clear, we are getting ready because our parents and grandparents want this, not like we have to do something with each other so let's be clear, we can date anyone we want." " Ok, now you listen it clearly, if you want to marry me...
