Sayesha got Rohan

9. Professionalism vs Personalism

✨ POV : SAYESHA ✨

It's almost three weeks since I returned back home. Thankfully, life is normal because my mother and stepfather left the very next day after my abuse in the kitchen.

My stepfather has two large business. Actually one small and one large. The larger one was a donation given to him by my father through my mother. He became the husband of my mother with a spoon of silver in his mouth.

So, they both remain outside of city, often. Interesting, isn't it? They both stay away. Ofcourse. How would DEVRAJ AUJLA be trusted around other women? His own wife doesn't trust him.

I talk to my friends often. Kritika — unlike earlier, she says that Kshitij is trying. Although I don't know how. She says that Kshitij stays away almost the entire week from the city because of work. Then how the hell are they improving their relationship?

I swear to God, if he ruins my Kri's life, I'm gonna castrate his balls. I've some special skills.

Talking of Priti, I don't know much about what is she doing. She's the youngest of us — Kri, me and her. Kri and me are 24-23, Priti is going to be 22 this year.

She is still persuing MBA from IIM Indore. She has real academic pressure right now. Kri and I often meet, but it's hard for Priti to be here that often.

I thought her thing with Dhruv would continue, but I recently got to know they didn't talk after the first week of Kri's marriage because technically someone else is behind her.

Talking of which, even I and Rohan are not taking much. We added each other on Instagram. 

I spent almost three hours stalking his profile carefully, zooming in and out on every other person in his posts — I don't know why.

He sends me memes, reels, often. I guess he must be sending the same to bunch of other people too.

I react on those messages. Sometimes, I even reply him savagely, but apart from that, absolutely no.

He stopped flirting after that first day of him texting me.

For good. Because I didn't wanted any trouble with men. I don't want it ever.

“Twinkle twinkle little chtar.”

I laugh.

“It's not chtar sweetheart, it's Star. Pronounce it, comeon.”

She tries with full focus again, “Ch-tar.”

I shake my head, “S-T-A-R, star.”

“S-T-A-R, chtar.”

I laugh. Oh God. It'll be tough correcting her.

“Um..what do you call me Anyesha?” I ask patiently.

She pulls her little brows together, “SaSa.”

“Right,” I nod, “SaSa, S? In the same way try to pronounce Star. Slowly.”

She moves her little hand and itches her temple with her forefinger, “But, Sasa..and chtar are diffelent.”

I chuckle. How can someone be so cute?

“Do you want chocolate or not?” I ask her strictly.

She widens her eyes, smile appearing on her face, “Kinder joy?”

I nod, “Kinder joy.”

She nods her head hysterically.

“Then learn this poem by heart and recite me like a good girl that Anyesha is.”