ALWAYS FOREVER

chapter 3

Her pov~

humor:

"Ugh, I'm drowning in paperwork! Who knew being an assistant would involve actual assisting? I thought it'd be all coffee-fetching and schedule-organizing, but nope! It's like they're trying to turn me into a human Swiss Army knife – except instead of blades and bottle openers, I've got spreadsheets and stress.

Just as I was contemplating a drastic career change (or a sudden case of 'I forgot how to adult-itis'), my phone rang.

"WYD?" flashed on the screen, and for a moment, I thought it was the universe asking me what I wanted to do with my life. Sadly, it was just my boss.

"Miss Singhania, to my office, now!" he commanded.

I gathered my trusty file and trudged to his lair, my heels clicking out a Morse code message that roughly translated to "Help me."

"You rang, sir?" I asked, entering his office.

"Yes, Miss Singhania. We've got a gala tomorrow, and I need you to be my plus-one. Ditch the file and take the rest of the day off."

My mind went into overdrive, frantically searching for an excuse. But my brain was like, "Girl, you've got nothing."

"Sure thing, sir! I'll be there with... at least, with my best 'I'm-not-tired' face." I wispered the last part

"Excellent.Study the guest list, and be ready to roll at 7 pm sharp tomorrow."

As I turned to leave, he called out, "Miss Singhania, wait! Let me give you a ride home. It's late, and I don't want you getting kidnapped ."

I hesitated, weighing my options: accept the ride and risk a little embarrassment, or brave the night and risk getting kidnapped.

"I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself," I said, turning to leave, my heels clicking on the polished floor.

But Reyansh countered, his deep voice firm, "That wasn't a request, Miss Singhania. It's an order. I'm giving you a ride home."

He strode toward the door, taking his blazer which was on his chair , his eyes gleaming with amusement.

I stood there, mouth agape, trying to form a coherent sentence, but my brain faltered. So, I obeyed, grabbing my bag and trailing behind him.

As we stepped into the parking lot, the cool night air enveloped me, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant city lights.

I rushed to the car, trying to open the door, but it refused to yield.

"Miss Singhania, this is the car I'm using now," Reyansh said, pointing to the sleek black sedan beside it.

"But didn't you use this one earlier?" I asked, confusion etched on my face.

Reyansh's response was curt, his eyes glinting in the dim light: "Does it matter? Come and sit before I change my mind."

Under my breath, I muttered, "You can, since you forced me to come with you."