The Sisodias' life is a masterpiece of perfection, crafted for the world to admire. They have it all: empire, wealth, status and reputation that shines brighter than gold. Every smile, every gesture, every word is a calculated performance.
But as t...
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Shirina knocks on the door of Abhyudit's cabin, pushing her nervousness at bay, holding his schedule only as he had asked. Getting his permission, she walks inside only to find him sitting on the couch at the other side of door instead of his head chair.
"Good morning, sir," she says, standing in front of him at a distance.
Abhyudit looks up from his mobile phone, locking his eyes on her and nods his head. For a moment, they stare at each other, the air filled with anticipation. Then, without a word, he gestures her to sit next to him on the couch.
Understanding his gesture, Shirina stands with a surprised face on her place, not getting what he wanted. Seeing her not moving, Abhyudit says, "Have a seat, Shirina."
His commanding tone was unmistakable and her feet makes way to go and sit down next to him, immediately acting on their own.
"Do you want something, sir?" She asks, finding her voice back.
"I want to discuss something with you." He replies, his tone somewhat sounding tensed. He appeares serious, the creases on his forehead were prominent and she wonders what could go wrong.
"Is everything okay, sir?" She asks again, stressing on her question.
"I got to know something, which is quite disturbing," he says, turning to face her, and takes in her evident concern. "Something that people talk about me behind my back."
Her expression changes to sympathetic hearing his answer, getting he must have heard the things people address regarding him. She wasn't unknown to how and what was said about him behind his back.
"I am sorry about it. That must have been upsetting for you." She releases an inaudible sigh, feeling bad for him. He may be rude and strict boss, but at the end he was a human and was bound to feel hurt with others wrong perspective about him.
"Do you want to share?" She shifts sideways towards him, letting of all other thoughts for some time, wishing to do something to comfort him.
"So, first of all I heard something like I am not a human," he says, and she furrows her brows, baffled.
"The person who said this must be blind. You shouldn't take this thing to heart." She counters, trying to sound obvious and cool. She didn't knew what exactly was happening or going to happen, but she wasn't having a nice feeling about it anymore.
"Really? Because I heard that I drink blood like a mosquito." He responds, and all of a sudden she wishes to leave his sight and cabin. Her smile fades listening to his words, a not-so undistinguished voice ringing in her head.
She had also heard something similar...probably that too in her own voice.
"Mosquito no longer drinks blood, sir. He have a heart, and now, he chose to show kindness." She blurts out in a single breath. Her face scrunches up in distaste realizing what she was speaking. "I mean to say that winters are coming...you won't see mosquitoes."
