She's The One

Chapter 2.

You should read the previous chapter if you have forgotten the story.

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Narrative

Aeindri is in the backseat of the car, Aarav is in the passenger seat, and Rohit, Aarav's assistant, is driving them to their parents' house.

Aarav: Do you think I'll be able to win Krit-- Krishika's heart?

He asked, clearing his throat.

Aeindri: I don't think so, but if she wants a Cockroach in her life...

She shrugged, clearly unconcerned by his question.

Aarav: "I'm serious, Aeindri yaar.

Aeindri:- Well, you know agar tu sachi use pasand karta, hai tuh you both may end up together. (If you truly like her)

Aarav:- Of course mai use pasand karta hu, 5 saalo se. (I do, from the past 5 years.) The day when I first saw her at Kritika's birthday party. Though Kritika wasn't there, Krishika was in the spotlight. Kinda love at first sight.

Aarav expressed his affection towards Krishika.

Aeindri:- Firstly, Kritika aur Krishika twins hai so dono ka birthday same hai, so wo mostly Krishika ka birthday party tha kyuki Kritika doesn't like so many people around her.

Aarav nodded his head with a smile recalling Kritika's hate towards people.

Aeindri:- Secondly, Krishika is a wonderful human and a sweetheart for everyone. Plus don't forget her beauty with her brains. So anyone can fall in love with her at first sight. Nothing special.

Aarav turned his head towards her glaring at her and regretting talking to her about the topic.

The silence in the car returned as Aarav focused on his work while Aeindri gazed out the window, lost in her thoughts..

Tanishq Pov

"I'm so fucked up working alone," I shared my sadness with my secretary and close friend, Ishaan. He knows everything about me, including my secret affection for her.

Ishaan rolled his eyes saying, "Ishq dekh, tujhe kaam karna padega koi option nahi hai. Aur vese bhi mai huna ro math." (Ishq see, you have to work and you don't have any other option plus I'm with you so don't cry.)

Resting my head on the table and I ran my fingers through my hair, " vo kitni aachi hai yaar,--" (She's you amazing--) .

Just as I was about to continue my confession, we heard a knock on the door. I allowed the person to come inside.

As the door slowly opened, a woman appeared, dressed in form-fitting clothes and holding a few files in her hand.

"Sir, all arrangements for the meeting are complete, and here are the files you asked us to submit." As the woman finished speaking, another person entered.

A woman wearing an olive green formal shirt with black straight pants, her hair tied back in a high ponytail, and holding a few paper files in her hand. I kept staring at her until Ishaan cleared his throat.

"Hand it over to Mr. Ishaan, and I'll be there in 20 minutes," I instructed the person who entered first. "Okay, sir," she replied, passing the files to Ishaan before standing beside another person.

The girl in the olive green shirt cleared her throat and said, "Sir, these are the documents for the upcoming project that needs your attention."

My attention is always on you.