𝙎𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙮𝙖𝙣 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙡𝙮𝙖 and 𝘼𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙫𝙞 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙𝙞, business rivals and family friends, are forced into an arranged marriage. Bound by family duty, they must uncover hidden truths while navigating their explosive chemistry. Will their...
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"Aaahhhhhhhhhh, I will kill you with my bare hands, Shriyan Shandilya!" I yelled, slamming a stack of papers onto my desk. Stacy, who had been hovering quietly by my side, jumped at my outburst, her face a mix of shock and stress.
Since my birthday, I've been neck-deep at work, trying to secure a collaboration with Mr. Kapoor's company. I'd tolerated every boring meeting, nodded through his mind-numbing speeches, and even endured his obnoxious son-who, let me tell you, is the most mand buddhi human being I've ever encountered. All that, just for a shot at this deal. And now it was slipping through my fingers. (Dumb human)
"Man kar raha hai, Mr. Kapoor ke jo char baal bache hain, unko bhi noch doon," I muttered under my breath, fuming. "Jaise unki harkatein hain, takle ko maar ke poora head polish kar dena chahiye-bhagone jaisa aadmi." (I just feel like I should scrath the leftover hair off Mr. Kapoor's scalp. Given the way is behaviour is we should polish his head with a good beating - Vessel looking human.)
Stacy let out a snort, clearly entertained by my rant. "Can I add something, Aashvi?" she asked, barely holding back her laughter.
I grunted. "Sure, why not?"
"Us bhagona jaise aadmi ko agar takla karke hum Shriyan pe phek dein na, toh shaadi se pehle hi bewa ho jaengi aap," she quipped, a grin spreading across her face. (If we turn that vessel looking human bald and then throw him at Shriyan, then you will become a widow even before getting married)
I stared at her for a moment, my annoyance cracking. "Really, Stacy?! Tumhe dafa kar doon yahan se?" (Should I fire you from this room?)
She shrugged nonchalantly, the smirk still in place. "You know you can't do that, ma'am. I've been appointed by Ruhanika Ma'am. Unke aage toh apki bhi nahi chalti," she added with a playful tsk, clicking her tongue at the roof of her mouth. (Your words stand meaningless in front of her)
I tried to hold back a laugh but failed miserably. "You are unbelievable," I muttered, giving her a half-annoyed, half-amused look.
"Calm down, Aashvi. It's just a deal, we'll figure it out," Stacy said. I knew she was trying to lighten the mood with humour, but clearly, she'd chosen the wrong moment.
With a frustrated sigh, I collapsed into my chair, massaging my temples as if that could somehow ease the mounting tension. Stacy, now looking more stressed than I was, clearly understood how much losing to Mr. Iceberg meant to me.
She cleared her throat and spoke in a hesitant voice, "How did this happen? We were the strongest contenders during the pitch, and the Shandilya's weren't even in the running."
"Vahi toh samajh nahi aa raha hai mujhe," I groaned, shutting my eyes as if it would help block out the irritation. "Us hippo jaise admi ko is collaboration ke liye manane mein itni mehnat ki thi." I could practically feel the throbbing in my temples growing worse by the second. "I don't know, Stacy. I have no idea. All I can think of are ways to murder him right now." (That is what I am having a hard time comprehending. I had worked my ass off to convince that hippo sized human for this collaboration)
