Will You Be Mine Again?

Chapter 21

"Bhaiyya, can you tell me where's Wildflower Enclave?" I asked the middle aged man in the stationary store.

"Take a left turn from here. There you are. It's the last building of the colony." He smiled brightly.

"Oh. Thank you." I smiled back and walked towards the narrow road leading to Wildflower Enclave.

I had left early from home just to reach on time here. My first day shouldn't go wrong. I found out that the place was just fifteen minutes away from my place. I just had to take a bus and get down after three stoppages.

It was a colony full of modern, huge bungalows row after row. At the end of the road, was a five storey building which had a well maintained lawn and a children's park.

"Excuse me, Miss." The watchman called out from his cabin as I crossed the main gate.

"Where do you wanna go?" He asked, frowning.

"Mr. Rajyog's office. New employee." I showed my journalist ID.

"Oh. Flat number 5. Nice man that Mr. Rajyog. Very muscular." He chuckled as he took out a long thick book and told me to enter my name and flat number, etc.

I took the elevator and went on the third floor where his office was. I was surprised to see that both the adjacent flats numbered 5 & 6 were his. Maybe he used one for his office and the other to stay.

I rang the doorbell of flat number 5.

After a few minutes, a tall and skinny guy opened the door. He had a French cut beard. His Michael Jackson tee was already fading color.

"Hey! Miss. Rishika, sir said you would be coming. Welcome to TI Enterprises." He opened the door wide, beaming at me.

"Hi." I smiled, entering in the apartment. "Where's sir?"

"He's taking a shower. You're ten minutes early." He said, sitting on the couch.

The hall was decorated like a small office. There was a big table at a side with four chairs around it. Papers were placed all over the table. There were many photographs of Mr. Rajyog hung on the walls. He looked hot. Shirtless and totally mesmerizing.

"He'll be here in a few minutes." The guy said, clearing his throat.

I came back to life, turning pink.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Oh. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Amit Shiralkar, photographer." He shook my hand gently.

"Oh. He told me about you. I mean, he just mentioned that he has a photographer." I said, sitting on a chair opposite of him.

"Sir stays next door. This apartment's his, too. For official purposes." He said. "By the way, did you have breakfast?"

"Yes." I nodded.

"Oh. Do you mind if I make some tea and egg toast for me?" He winked.

"Sure. That's perfectly fine." I laughed.

"I'll be right back." He smiled and went in the kitchen.

I sat there, waiting patiently for him. At exact 9 am, the door swung open and he entered.

"Oh, Rishika, hey." He smiled as he stepped in, staring at me. His gaze stayed at me for a second before looking away.

"Morning, sir." I stood up. I was wearing a black tee and light blue jeans. Due to the cold winter mornings, I had a pink hoodie.