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Chapter 12.

Preet's POV
After spending a wonderful time with Malhotras, shying away from Hulk as soon as our eyes met —remembering that I actually kissed him, and bitching a lot about him with Renu didi, I decided to head home. It was quite later than the time I usually reach home. But my family was already informed so there was not a problem.

As I was reapplying my lip balm after washing my hands in the restroom, I heard a commotion from outside. Frowning in confusion, I packed my stuff in my backpack again and headed outside in the conference hall. The voices only grew louder. As I went outside, I saw a crowd gathered in the certain direction. A loud beastly shout could be heard, accompanied by the sounds of beating the hell out of someone. The shout seemed familiar. Hell! It was familiar! It's Hulk.

Passing through the crowd I went to the centre of the crowd where Hulk was beating the life out of someone. He was all sweaty with wet hair strands falling on his forehead. Collar up, sleeves rolled to the elbows, tie loosened and jacket thrown away. I swear to god he was looking hell hot.

Shaking the thought away, I stepped in with the intention of stopping the fight —I mean Dev's overpower on someone. But I didn't know how. Aditya Uncle was standing nearby and so was Renu didi. Both of them are as calm as if they were in yoga classes. What the hell are they doing! They should stop him!

Not wasting my time anymore, I decided to stop him on my own. “Hulk stop! He will die!” He didn't stop.
“No! He has made a terrible mistake!” he roared with eyes red in anger. And face shaking with the same.
I shouted louder “Dev Malhotra statue!” No response.

After trying several times more, my patience broke, I walked to the side where his jacket was thrown, picked it up and threw it at him with force making him halt his punch in between, so as not to hurt me accidentally. His expressions calmed down and he unfisted his hand from the punch. Now it was my time to be furious. Clutching his collar I pulled him down and shouted at his face.
“Samajh nahi aata ek baar mein ki ladai nahi karni!!??? Hn!! Itna maarungi na ki bhul jaoge kabhi Dev Malhotra hua karte the!!!! Zyada gussa aa raha hai!!? Hn!?”

He just looked at me with a…smile? Really? A smile? Here I'm scolding him and he's smiling!? There's no shame? “Hasna band Karo warna bohot maarungi main! Daant Tod dungi!” And the smile instantly disappeared, obediently.

The guy whom he was beating, managed to stand up and had the nerve to attack him back. I acted on my instincts and slapped him right across his face, making him freeze too. And ofcourse, why not? Both of them were approx six feet and I wasn't even five and still managed to stop the fight. The guy I slapped kept his hand on the red marks of my hands on his cheek and looked at me dumbfounded. Clutching his collar too, I shouted at him as well. “Tumko special samjhana padega hn!!? Samajh nahi aati ek baar mein!?”

Dev's POV
After a great afternoon with my little kitten and a mind blowing first kiss with her, it was time for her to return home. As always, I was given the responsibility to drop her home which I was always craving. Renu suddenly had a call, therefore she had to go to attend it outside. Dad, on the other hand, decided to give me and my little kitten some privacy so he headed back to his office as well.

Shying away from me, she excused herself to the restroom again. Chuckling at her sudden unusual shyness from me, I decided to wait for her so we could get her home safely. Can't afford to let my little sweetie wander alone at this hour. Can I?

Just then I heard someone talking outside the conference hall. I was about to ignore it when I heard a certain something from his mouth that drew my attention.
“I have gathered the information needed, the deal will be ours.”

I instantly understood whose mole it was, but I brushed it off —the true information was safe at home and not in the office. The information that mole talked about was a fake one so as not to rise suspicions and among employees, especially those who were moles planted against the company. But then I heard something which immediately made me storm towards the door and open it with such force that it would have broken had it been made up of regular material.
“There's a young chick here to meet the COO today. I bet she would definitely be your type. Once we bankrupt the company, I would serve her at your fe-”