Ex-Stream Love (Under Editing)

Pretty Please.

Serena's POV

Days started to pass by. After that day he didn't bother me at all. There was calm.

He was calm.

We started working together but he never even glanced at me. He worked as if I didn't exist at all.

It's good!

I want this project to complete as soon as possible. I want to forget his face, his smile, his memories.

I want to erase him. Completely.

We worked as a robo, never involving more than necessary. We worked as a partners, but he never again tried to speak with me, and I never did.

Months flew by. Our both teams socialised so well. We can't even feel the difference that we are from two different companies.

Everyone started to mingle with him so well that few out of college freshers' started to ogle on him.

What a pity!

They all think he is some kind of a sweet, charming being who is born romantic. I know what he is like. What it is like to spend time with some total menace.

"Lavanya, can you please bring me the reports I have asked you to process?" I asked her while checking to give her some more reports to process.

"Ma'am I gave them to Sid." She responded while fidgeting with her bangs, blushing.

"who is sid now?" I asked her busy with the files without registering the name she used.

"Siddharth Chowdhury ma'am. He helped me in completing the reports. He is so sweet." She started saying with a glint of naughty smile on her face.

That name itself infuriated me. I raised my head to look at her, scrutinised my eyes with the most dangerous look on my face.

"who the hell said you to give him?" I asked her in acerbic tone.

She visibly started to tense up. He eyes started to well up.

"you are asked to submit your work to the person who assigned you. Which is me! Never ever try doing this mistake again." I warned her.

She started to leave with her tears rolling on her face.

"and what did you address him with?" I inquired.

"sid" she answered in a low tone.

My expression changed instantly.

I put the repots in my hand onto the table with a loud thud.

"How old are you?"

"21" she whispered.

"When I ask you something I expect you to reply in an audible tone." I countered.

"21 ma'am" she said again.

"How old is he?" I again asked her in a strict tone.

She stayed silent.

"He is 25. He is a senior to you. You should have a minimum sense to respect him." Callously I warned her.

"okay ma'am." She started to cry.

For a second she looked behind me and continued on her way back.

I turned to look at the person behind me.

Sid!

There he stood with his both hands inside his pocket wearing a poker face with dark look.

The moment I looked at him he turned and started to leave, without even uttering a word. I stared at his retreating figure till he disappeared into his workspace.