Entangled {With Slaves Of Persia} (Book 2)

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Rahul's P.O.V....

I was still very angry on Meera when she called me to transfer a call from Amanda who is a good friend of mine from college. Before I was transferred the call of Amanda I was about to shout at Meera again but somehow I managed to control my anger.

'Hello Amanda, what a surprise!! How are you?' I asked her when the call was transferred.

'I am fine thank you! By the way do tell me one thing, is there a rule in your office that you don't answer you phone?' she asked me very sarcastically.

'What? What do you mean by that?' I could not grasp.

'I mean your mobile, you idiot!!' she was skeptic. I immediately checked my trouser pockets for my phone, it was not there. shit where did i put it?...may be it fell while i was in the corridor with Raj... the thought of Raj again brought back all those memories making me very angry.

'Listen Amanda, I am in the middle of some important work, will call you back a little while later!' I said and hung up, not giving her any chance to speak further. I don't even know why she called me. I was in hurry to get my phone back, walking out of my room, I searched the corridor. where could it go? I was back in my room and was searching under my table, pulled out the drawers, dammit where the heck did i misplace it...

'Miss Trivedi!' I called her out.

'Yes...yes sir' she came running out of the cabin.

'Do you know where my phone is?'

'No...no sir, haven't seen it' she answered. She was looking so adorable wearing those glasses, all my anger, frustration, everything just disappeared looking at those beautiful eyes through those glasses. I noticed she was still looking very sad even though she tried to hide it and I began feeling very guilty for talking rubbish about her i am so very sorry my love...

I was actually more restless than when I was angry. This guilt is more deeper than being angry at a much superficial level and is too difficult to handle. I had a meeting but then not being upto it I cancelled it and was home by eight. To my utter surprise, I found my phone in my car glove compartment. I did not know when I put it there. Checking it, I saw ten missed calls from Amanda but was in no mood to call her back.

'You are very early today beta, do you want me bring something to drink, coffee or anything else?' asked our cook.

yeah a little peace of mind...

'Some coffee will be fine Kaka' I said walking away to my room. I was under the shower naked, the droplets of water from the shower made me recollect the teary eyes of my love.

gosh...i have to correct my wrong action, what shall i do...?

By the time I was back downstairs after bath with the thoughts about Meera, my coffee was ready at the center table in the living room. Both my cousins were busy playing video games there. 'Don't you guys have anything to study?'

'Come on bhai, it's a long weekend for us, let us play for some time, don't give us that angry look' Tania was teasing me. Sipping the hot coffee, I kept watching the game they both were playing with my thoughts still on Meera. i need to say sorry...how do i apologize now?

'What's the matter, you are home early?' Dad just came back from work 'I thought you would be meeting Mister Gulati tonight'

'Yeah I was supposed to but cancelled it. I'm not upto it today' I answered very lazily.

'Are you still mad at that man whom you fired in the afternoon?' Dad knows each and every detail of what happens with me at the office, he keeps spying on me.

irritating...

'No actually...or....may be yeah!!' I revealed partially. Now again I am the hot topic of discussion during dinner time which I was desperate to avoid.

'How's the arrangement of the event going on?' Uncle asked me.

'I guess it's okay, my assistant is taking care of it' I answered swallowing the food that I just chewed. I was predicting Dad would bring up the afternoon issue now here at the dinning table.

'So tell me what happened with that employee whom you fired this afternoon!' Uncle Vinay raised the question now

what difference does it make....either its dad or uncle!

'Yeah, Rahul tell me what exactly happened?' Dad too questioned.

I had no other option but to tell them what happened.

'Okay fine, don't worry. Send your assistant a bouquet, she'll be happy!' suggested my Aunt Pinky. I was in a doubt if that would be good idea, I needed a second opinion. 'Dad what do I do now?' I had to ask him since I was not ready to face her the next day.

'Pinky is right! Send her some bright coloured flowers, I am sure she'll be okay and from now on make sure to keep control over your emotions. This girl is way too strong than I predicted!! It's good at last some girl is trying to keep her job intact!!' said Dad.

yeah...yeah...i know how much she's trying to keep up her job...i was the one behind her not letting her quit....anyways it doesn't matter if you all don't know that....

Now the question was how to send those flowers, do I go and give them directly or do I order online. Back in my room that night I kept thinking and came to a conclusion.

if i did a mistake then i have to rectify it myself....

The next morning, I drove to Pam Aunty's house with a bouquet of flowers.

Meera's P.O.V....

I woke up with heavy eyes the next morning. Brushing my teeth, I came out with a couple of yawns slipping out of my mouth. Checking the time I thought, it's just seven... just then my attention fell on those beautiful flowers placed on the dining table.



'Who brought these flowers Fatima?' I asked the maid when I saw her taking some vegetables from the fridge that was in the dinning room.

'I don't know' she answered and walked away into the kitchen. I followed her into the kitchen and stood at one end of the kitchen leaning on to the counter.

'Aunty went for her morning walk?' I asked her and then continued 'What are you preparing for breakfast today?' I was feeling very relieved after talking to Aunty last night venting out all my sorrow on her shoulders. Love and consideration she showed me last night was priceless that I can never buy.

'Today Cheela, (A North Indian dish made from gram flour and vegetables)' Fatima replied.

'Oh is it?! Back in village I ate this dish may be a couple of times, back then we did not have any money to buy all the needed items for this dish. My Granny used to prepare it very tastily. Wish she was alive!!' A thought about my Granny again crept in. But I did not wish to go back into my memories and instead I walked out of the kitchen. I wanted to change my mind that very moment and opened the balcony door to get some fresh air. I entered the balcony and was stretching out my arms looking at the trees trying to deviate my thoughts. I saw the birds chirping making noises, the fresh morning air did help me change my thoughts. All I could think of was about Pam Aunty, I was craving for her love more and more. I was waiting for her to come back home so that I could have a good chat with her again before I go to office. I looked down on the road to check if she was coming back, it was then I noticed a familiar face looking straight at me, who stood leaning back on his car.



'Oh my god!! Rahul sir!' I said to myself and ran inside closing the balcony door.

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