Vaidehi - His Second chance [On Hold]

44. Love in the air?

Mere dil ne diya jo tujhe martaba
Jaanu main ya to phir jaane mera Khuda
Mere dil ne diya jo tujhe martaba
Jaanu main ya to phir jaane mera Khuda

Teri or, sanam, ab ye mere qadam
Badhna chahte hain

Chal, tere ishq mein pad jaate hain
Ho, chal, tere ishq mein pad jaate hain

[song on demand by some pretty girl :) ]

✦Sankaar✦

I rolled on my chair, holding the piece of paper that had a sketch of me—a sketch made by someone who was proudly boasting about her skills. I wondered where all her confidence had gone now that she hid it in my drawer.

Too silly of her to think I wouldn't find it. Nothing hides from me—and hiding it in my office of all places? Ridiculous. She could've just thrown it in the dustbin.

One moment, she's acting like the smartest person on earth, dishing out her empty threats, and the next, she's hiding like a bee.

And now, here I am, laughing at her silliness.

It's amusing, really. For all her swagger and tough words, there's a vulnerability beneath it that makes her all the more intriguing.

She even forget to claim her reward. But I am a man of my words - I can't forget it of course until unless she don't demand my office.

"Aniket" I called for him and he hoped isnide baalcning a heap of files until it stumbled down at his feet and all the sheet fell down mixing up. Tell him to do one work and he will mess up all others. Like he is being paid of creating nuisance. How am I even tolerating his presense earlier?

"Get me the number and address of the lady who was there in my office ..umm.." I rubbed my forhead to remember is she told me her name but stopped knowing even if she did I don't remember it.

"Any problem, boss?" The smirk on Aniket's face wasn't hidden behind the files he was piling up on the floor.

"Yes, I was planning to suspend her."

"Why, boss? You can't do this!" he practically stormed ahead, standing upright in front of me, puffing out his chest in a poor attempt to appear confident. Then, as expected, he immediately slouched, eyes glued to the floor.

"Why are you so concerned?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm supposed to be concerned for my colleagues, sir," he muttered.

"A colleague you've met for a single day?"

"C-Connection, boss. Everyone loves her here," he stammered.

Everyone loves her. Fuck off!

The thought irritated me more than it should. Everyone loves her? I couldn't shake the annoyance bubbling inside me.

I really need to clear my head—there's a bunch of trash inside for sure.

"Go do as I said," I pointed at the door, expecting him to leave. Instead, Aniket casually took out his phone and began rattling off her number. It wasn't until he realized I wasn't writing anything down that he stopped.

Annoyed, I snatched his phone to see under what name he'd saved it.

"Boss, spare my phone this time!" he pleaded, clearly worried.

Ignoring him, I scrolled through his contacts, already half-irritated and half-curious about what I'd find.

"Mad'am?" I repeated, looking up from the screen, one brow arched in question. My lips curled into a slight frown, though a part of me was oddly relieved. At least it wasn't saved with her actual name.