🪷 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇: Cause everyone deserves a sports romance.
Heer Thakur's life currently is all about one goal: "3 lakh rupees in three months."
Abhishek Sharma, the classic angry young man who insists everything goes according to his meticulous...
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4. New Job.
[A/N: translations are not added in this chapter. They might be added soon.]
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“Yaar, tum dono shaant nahi reh sakte do minute?” I snapped, pinching the bridge of my nose as I tried to focus on the phone call, my patience wearing thin.
These two—my best friends—were an inseparable duo of chaos. Idiots, both of them.
I paced around the room, trying to block out their noise. “Yeah, go on,” I muttered into the phone, tuning back into my manager's voice.
My focus shifted entirely when the words finally hit me: “Heer accepted the job offer. She’ll be coming to see your mother this afternoon.”
A slow grin tugged at the corner of my lips, a feeling of satisfaction creeping into my chest. I felt a surge of triumph, the kind that was hard to ignore.
The moment I heard Heer had accepted, it felt like a victory, one I had been waiting for ever since she rejected me that first time.
God I have never waited for someone one long week.
It wasn’t just about getting her to work for me—it was about winning, about pulling the strings just right and watching things fall into place.
I leaned against the wall, half-listening to the rest of the details my manager was going over, but my mind was already elsewhere. Heer was coming.
That stubborn, fiery woman who had the nerve to turn me down was now, ironically, walking right into my world.
"Thanks for letting me know," I said, cutting the call and sliding my phone into my pocket.
“What’s with that smug smile?” Shubman asked, raising an eyebrow as he finally noticed I wasn’t frowning anymore.
“Did you close a big deal or something?” Ishan added, flopping down on the couch, clearly uninterested in whatever business dealings I had going on.
I shook my head, chuckling slightly, feeling lighter. "Nah, nothing like that." I paused, unable to resist sharing a little bit of my triumph. “Let’s just say someone finally realized their place.”
