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I took a seat which Anuj already booked for the meeting. It's important meeting for me, but my mind is wandering around the news about Ishana's so-called, DATE.
Damn!! His mouth taste bitter, with the thought of itself.
All I want to do is, ask Akshu about the destination and gets details and dragged her with me and lock her in a room. Do hell, with the DATE!
"Business-men and high profile listers now-a-days, really spare no effort to get attention." I heard, someone comment
I didn't bother to hear anything as he scroll down his phone. "Exactly! He actually asked US to secretly take pictures, of them." Another male voiced, snort
"Shh!! Carefull, for what you say." A lady warned them, as Ayesha listen with keen interest.
"Focus, on your work, Ayesha." I called her out, as she didn't miss the silent threat in it, so she ignored and check the files with Anuj.
"Is evrything ready??" He asked Anuj, who nods in it. "I've prepared all the legal materials on our new stock collection. I guess, this much is enough." Anuj said, passing the file to me
"Senior, this seems really important for the Company. Are you meeting some big-shot??" Ayesha asked curiously
"Hmm! If I strike a deal, then we can get more access in the Asian market." I muttered as she nodded, "It'll give your Dad's Company to export too." He added, closing the file
"Woahhh! Cool!!" Ayesha whistle, she look around but gasped afterward. She poked Anuj, who scowl at her
"Look there, man!" She continous her poking on his arm as it makes Anuj to look aside, following his gaze
"Holy! Moly!" He muttered, as I too look at the side and body stiffen
There she is, seating around the corner side table, wearing red Chikankari kurti, white threads work on it and straight jeans, her hairs are open and a small diamond studs on her ears. She's looking beautiful, indeed!
My eyes locking onto her radiant smile as she laughed with her business partner. But my gaze quickly turned icy as I watched him touch her arm, his fingers lingering a fraction of a second too long. A spark of anger ignited within me, fueled by a jealousy I couldn't contain.
Who was he to think he could touch her like that? Did he have any idea how precious she was? I felt my jaw clench, my mind racing with thoughts of him trying to claim her as his own. The thought alone was unbearable.
I knew I had no right to feel this way, but my heart refused to listen. It screamed mine, mine, mine, with every beat.
I wanted to storm over, to rip him away from her and claim her as my own. But I remained frozen, seething with a possessiveness I couldn't shake.
