"The invites for the wedding reception have been delivered." Amar told Vennela. "Come, let's go and invite your teammates."
"Why? I mean, they'll be busy. They won't turn up." Vennela didn't tell them that she got married. It would be awkward for her to tell them who she got married to and why she had to do it.
"It's their choice whether they want to come or not. But we have to invite them. How would you feel if a teammate you have been working with for three years didn't invite you on her wedding reception?" asked Amar.
Vennela imagined how she would feel. She'd be furious. "You're right. Let's go" she told Amar.
"Why do you need security to go to office?" She asked as they sat in the car and observed two more cars following them.
"I don't need it. But my uncle insists. Don't worry. They won't follow us everywhere. I will restrict them once uncle Bharat goes back to London." Amar assured her.
They reached the office. For the first time in her life she felt nervous to enter her workplace. His assistants came forward to welcome them. "Thank you" said Vennela.
"You go and talk to your friends. I have a small meeting in the eleventh floor. I'll finish it in five minutes and join you." Amar told Vennela.
"They won't allow me inside. I don't have my access card."
"Don't worry. I'll send my assistant with you. He will tell them who you are." He gestured one of his assistants to go with her.
"After you ma'am" said the assistant. When they reached the entrance of her floor he said something to the guard standing over there who stood up immediately and greeted her. Vennela was bemused.
She reached her project bay. She saw her friend Deepika sitting in her place and working on her laptop. She wanted to avoid attention. She decided to approach her quietly to give her all the invitation cards and request her to distribute them among the teammates. She tapped Deepika's shoulder.
"Vennela! How are you girl?" Deepika spoke louder than she intended to, drawing attention. Within no time all the project mates gathered around her and bombarded her with questions. Deepika tried to stop them, but they ignored her.
"Vennela the manager tells us you got married. Love marriage or arranged marriage?" asked a woman.
"Why so suddenly? You didn't elope? Did you?" asked another one.
"You got Chandrakant fired for not approving your leave application? Did the MD's team inquire us because of you?" asked a man who hasn't spoken to her in three months.
"Her husband must have got it done. She's not that famous" declared another man.
Vennela was furious. She knew they weren't concerned for her. They just wanted some entertainment.
"Who is your husband? Is he so popular among the MD's team? Did he use his influence and get Chandrakant fired?" asked someone.
"Yes, her husband is the most popular one in the MD's team. Because he is the MD himself." Amar has just entered her project bay. Everyone gaped at him as he stood next to Vennela.
"Hello. I'm Amar Pratap Devaraju. Vennela Dhanunjaya's husband." He introduced himself. Everyone looked at Vennela disbelievingly.
"Judging by the way you were firing questions at my wife, it is evident that you have believed in baseless rumours. I understand, the stories that have been woven are far more entertaining. But please don't leap to conclusions without knowing the real version. It's true that the wedding happened suddenly. But, we didn't elope. It happened in the presence of our families. It was all over the media. I agree, we didn't release the pictures yet, but the bride's name was written clearly in the articles. And one more thing. My wife didn't get Chandrakant fired. I did it because he was unfit to work in our organisation." Amar spoke politely.
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