NEXT MORNING
Bhumi's POV!
"Who are you?" I asked, looking at the bulky, well-built man standing in front of me. This feels like déjà vu. A few days ago, the same thing happened when J appeared out of nowhere. Now, who is this new arrival?
"Henry Knight. Your bodyguard, Ma'am," he said, and I frowned at him.
"But I already have one," I said in confusion.
"We are a new team, Ma'am. The previous one has been fired by Mr. Mehrotra," he said without apology.
What the heck! J is fired? How can Aryamann do something like that?
"What do you mean by fired?" I whisper-yelled, but he remained silent.
He fired J. How dare he!
"Listen, Mr. Knight, I don't need a bodyguard. I will talk to Mr. Mehrotra. You may leave," I said and walked out of my apartment building, straight to the devil's mansion so that I could give him a piece of my mind.
As soon as I reached the mansion, Rey informed me that Mr. Mehrotra was in his bedroom. I walked straight to his bedroom and without even knocking, I entered the room. I am too angry to give a thought to manners.
"Why the hell did you fire J?" I demanded as soon as I saw him.
He turned around and was surprised to see me here.
"Did you come all the way here because I fired Jai?" He asked with a frown.
"Yes," I said through my clenched teeth.
"Why?" He asked.
"What do you mean by why? You fired him without even asking me," I told him furiously.
"Why should I ask? I am the one who appointed him," he said, as if it was an obvious thing.
Okay, I admit he was the one who appointed J. But J is a friend now. He should have discussed it with me before making such a rash decision.
"He is my friend, Mr. Mehrotra. You just can't fire him," I said adamantly.
"Oh, I can. And I did, kitten," he said smugly.
"What the hell is your problem?" I asked, angry and confused at the same time.
"He was crossing the limits, Bhumi. That's why I had to fire him," he said with no remorse.
"What limit did he cross, Mr. Mehrotra? You just can't fire him just because he was being friendly with me," I argued.
"Are you that oblivious, Bhumi? He likes you, damn it," he said in disbelief.
"You are being delusional," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Delusional. I am being delusional?" He said, taking a step towards me, and I automatically stepped back.
"Of course you are."
"Do you even know how he looks at you? As though you hung the moon and the stars in the sky," he said, all the while stepping towards me, backing me up to the wall.
"Don't tell me you are jealous," I said, rolling my eyes.
"What if I am?" He whispered, placing his hands on either side of my face.
And that's when I noticed that he is freaking shirtless.
Seriously? All the while I was fighting with a shirtless Aryamann.
He looked at me, daring me to retort. His gorgeous face gave away nothing.
Villains are supposed to be ugly. With an oily face, a thick moustache, and a big mole on the face. Not like men who compete to be on the cover page of a women's eye candy magazine.
"Women's eye candy magazine?" He asked amusedly, with a smirk on his face, and my eyes widened as I heard that.
Did I just say that aloud?
"Yes, you did," he said, leaning forward.
I could feel the warmth creeping up my neck towards my cheeks.
"Arohi's fish is ill," I said suddenly, leaving him bewildered.
"What?" He leaned back, looking at me in confusion.
"Arohi's fish," I repeated.
"I never saw an aquarium at your apartment," he said, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Haha. Did I say Arohi? Actually, I didn't mean Arohi. I mean, I have many other friends. Not only Arohi and Bani. I mean, I am not a lonely lady. Not that lonely ladies are bad. What I mean is that, I am not one. I do have a lot of friends. And this one girl. Her name is Christie," I said, suddenly remembering the name of the girl who called me on the radio station last weekend.
He looked at me, confused out of his wits.
"Christie's fish is ill. You know Nemo. As in the movie Finding Nemo. I think she named the fish after the movie. Or maybe the movie is named after Christie's Nemo. But that is not the point here. Nemo is ill. It isn't eating well. And is lying upside down in the water. You know, without swimming and all. And she is pretty sad. And it's her birthday today. How sad, right? Your fish being ill on your birthday. That is the worst experience ever. So you know, I should just go and help Christie take care of Nemo. You see, we are on a mission finding Nemo. Oh, did I say finding Nemo? Ha ha, actually I mean healing Nemo. Then I have to paint 'Happy Birthday Christie' on Nemo. As a surprise for Christie. So you know, I will see you when I see you," I said and ran out of the room.
"Christie's Nemo?" His confused tone was what I heard the last before running for the hills.
Well, I think it is time to tell you people that I suffer from a serious case of verbal diarrhoea whenever I am nervous.
Not that I always get nervous. But when I do get nervous, this happens.
And of course, it is self-diagnosed.
I rushed out of the devil's lair holding on to my dear life.
God! What the hell is happening to me whenever he comes closer to me.
Why do I turn into a brainless bimbo in his presence?
Why does my body react so weirdly when he touches me?
What the hell is happening to me?
How do I get rid of these feelings?
Oh dear God! All I wanted to do was lean up on my toes and press my lips against his and do what I couldn't do the last time he kissed me.
Okay! Relax, Basu. You are going nuts.
This is Aryamann Mehrotra we are talking about.
The walking, talking ice machine.
Only he wasn't as cold when he touched me.
He was hot! Sizzling hot.
And I am melting hard.
No. This was not supposed to happen.
And I am not letting it happen again.
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