Everything I Wanted❤ |ONGOING|

Chapter 49

Kashvi-

I sat staring at the mirror , as the makeup artist finished doing my makeup as if trying to paint me in another look.

Everytime I sat for this , I counted how long it would take to clean up.

I had to take extra care of my skin often when I did it so much.

" Kashvi this shoot is the last one for this month ," my manager informed and I nodded.

In all the chaos , I had taken a day off just for one day. Just one day but cause of that they had cut short the further decided programs.

I didn't know whether to feel good or bad about it.

Anyway most of the shoots were done, promotional ads were done and only the launch day was major focus for everyone.

Danish had informed me in the car, how much this whole thing mattered to him. He wasn't particularly into this side of business but this was his new initiative for the company.

If it would succeed within an year or two, he would create another branch for the whole department.

He had this weird discipline, the man knew very well how to keep his personal and professional lives apart.

If it weren't for him, I would be sulking in some corner crying out about our current situation but he had softly told me that I should focus on what matters right now.

I sighed and got up, with confidence which levelled up a lot compared to my first shoot.

" Ma'am this way please," I followed to the exact spot getting busy in my work.
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The shoot had ended sooner than I expected and we were going back to the office.

I had excused myself politely heading straight towards his office.

He was way too stressed since past few days. At first I thought he was worried for Sam, he had been discharged almost a week back and healing faster than we could predict.

He would make sure to call me everyday at night to give me the updates or whine about how much he missed me asking for the reason why I wasn't returning back but Danish had warned me to not disclose so I had to lie.

A part of me knew that Sam would find out one way or the other but let's just ignore it.

I pulled the blazer over my body, feeling cold as I stepped outside the elevator. As usual it was quite , and I had expected Danish to be busy stressing over some file or stuck with his laptop but the sight surprised me.

He was sitting on the couch, his tie lovely hanging , the collars unbuttoned,  shirt tucked out while sleeves rolled as if he was some high school thug. His focus utterly taken by a magazine.

Wait magazine? Why was he reading a magazine at such an odd hour? Forget that.  Danish never read magazines.

I cleared my throat stepping inside ," Where are you lost Mr.Singhania?" I questioned trying to act professional.

His lips tipped up but he pursed them keeping the magazine down.

" Please take a seat Mrs.Singhania," I shook my head at him grabbing a seat right next to him.

" What is it?" I asked , while he wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me closer to him.

" It's wrong to allow your boss to act so cozy with you," he mumbled his lips grazing over my ear making heat crawl up my cheeks.

" It's also wrong to hug your employee when you have a wife ," I softly mumbled turning towards him.

In a swift moment I was seating over his lap , while his face buried against my shoulder.