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A U T H O R
"Ma'am, you can't go inside; boss is busy," Yan, his assistant, repeated for the fifth time, fueling the girl's growing frustration as she stood at a distance from the cabin, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.
"I wanna talk to him, whoever you are. Get out of my way," she warned, her index finger pointed firmly at Yan. She stood stubbornly, her feet rooted to the spot, her pink lace dress rustling with every tense movement.
"Ma'am, please understand, boss will kill me if I let you in," Yan pleaded, his voice laced with respect.
"What's he doing that I can't see, huh?" she asked, her anger flashing like a spark. Without waiting for an answer, she pushed past Yan and burst into the cabin, leaving him stumbling backward.
She swept into the room, and his gaze shifted instantly from the person seated before him to her. His expression turned eerily blank, No hint of surprise no hint of anything
As Yan followed, his boss's eyes snapped towards him, a piercing glare that conveyed a singular message that he's failed to do his job.
"Um, I'm sorry if I disturbed something" She hesitated, unsure what to say.
The man, likely to her father's age turned his neck, his eyes scanning her from head to toe. A charming smile spread across his face.
"No, beautiful lady, you haven't disturbed anything," he said, and with a gesture he invited her to sit.
She approached, her senses heightened, and sat beside Zaryaansh on the blue velvet couch. Her gaze met his, but he was fixated on the other person, his stare a silent warning.
"What's your name, sweetie?" he asked, crossing one leg over the other.
"Elaina," she replied smilingly, pausing before adding, "Elaine Oberoi."
He nodded as something flickered in his eyes which went unnoticed by her. "Hmm, looking at you, I knew it. You're definitely Vijay's daughter." He smirked
Elaina's curiosity piqued as she asked, "You know my dad?"
He chuckled. "Of course. How could I forget him? Ask your dad about me – who Malik javed is, he'll surely tell you"
The moment he finished, Zaryaansh cleared his throat. "We'll continue tomorrow," he said, his gaze fixed intently on Malik.
But he didn't seem ready to let go. "What's the hurry?" he asked, smirking as he turned his attention to Elaina. "Let me chat with this lovely girl a bit longer."
Elaina's confusion deepened. "So, do you like him?" Malik asked, his gaze darting between her and Zaryaansh.
The room fell silent.
Zaryaansh's brow knitted in frustration. He closed his eyes while massaging his temples as if warding off a headache.
Elaina's lips twisted into an awkward smile as she gazed at Zaryaansh. Malik noticed and said, "Don't worry, feel free to tell me. After all, Zaryaansh is like my son." His reassuring tone seemed manipulative.
