Concealed Affections

8| His World & Her

Chapter-8 :

A/N: I dedicate this chapter to my lovely and best sister who never failed to encourage and support me in every step of my life also in this story, she is my advisor and productive criticizer and the other reason to dedicate is she is the number-1 Harsha fan. LOVE YOU NEEHA.

Five days ago..

Harsha Kumar :

Oh my God! This additional work is spoiling everything. Who the hell will urge anyone to do the work after the resignation, man? It was already delayed for three days and it's going to be over today. It's irritating but what to do? They trapped me emotionally. After a few hours of continuous effort with frustration, I managed to finish.

"Hello, boss! It's done and here are the files." I stepped inside his cabin to hand over it to him rolling my eyes.

"Thank you so much Mr. Harsha for your supplementary service to the management." He said smiling and that made me frown

"Weird! Instead of apologizing to me for the inconvenience you have caused me, you are thanking me, great gesture!" I laughed sarcastically clapping my hands.

"How rude you are, Harsha! I did not force you to do it but just asked you for our help and you are the one who agreed without a second thought but saying all this now Unbelievable!" He snapped at me.

"Come on, boss! You called me all of a sudden and told me in a tragic voice about the emergency. In that situation, I was shocked and worried enough to help so immediately accepted. Anyway, it's finished now. So, relax and thank you for your thank you. Goodbye!" I smirked.

"Alright, congratulations, and all the best for your future." We shook hands and I left.

******

"I am back Mom and Dad"! I shrieked.

"Your work is done finally." Dad grinned.

"Yes, Dad! How is the packing going on?" I asked resting my hands on my hips.

"It's almost finished, Harsha! Few more hours." Dad replied.

"Fine! I already booked flight tickets and we should leave this evening as tomorrow is my joining day, pack some essential stuff for tomorrow and the remaining luggage will arrive by tomorrow afternoon by these packers and movers. Okay?" I asked.

"Wow. You have already planned everything?" Dad asked surprisingly.

"Yes, Dad! Because of this extra office work, we gotta change our plan! It's already late, we should reach by tonight, so talked to the packers and decided to go for a flight today. And don't worry about the luggage, these packers are trustworthy as I know their owner so they will make them reach there safely." I assured.

"My responsible son!" Dad patted my shoulder proudly.

Immediately, my devil sister crept into the conversation.

"Come on, Dad! It's only one day left, so he hurried, and you are misleading it as responsibility." She rolled her eyes in jealousy.

"Oh! Then you are the most responsible daughter ever in the world, right?" I winked.

That made her angry and smacked my back and we all laughed.

After that, I talked to the packers about the transport details, explained the new residence in detail and some other things, settling it out.

Then, in a short period, we got ready for the travel with some important things and headed towards the airport.

We checked in and walked towards the waiting hall, the flight was in half an hour. I must say that my sister, Urmi is more excited than all, she completed her graduation a few days back so now excited to reside in a new place. Such a crazy girl she is! We got inside the plan for the two-hour journey.

Besides my sister, I am the happiest person here. Yes! Finally, it's happening, for what I have been waiting for a long and luckily, circumstances favored me. One year back, I joined one company and I resigned one month before due to trouble.

This current job was offered to me with a good amount of salary with a posting to another city for which I am happy, excited, overwhelmed, and feeling fortunate.

Yes. I am going to meet her after years, a big relaxation for me. All my efforts are fulfilled and finally, I will be able to see her. But along with positivity, so many questions also accompanied me. What if she doesn't remember me?

But that's fine. After all, she doesn't even know about my feelings for her so it will be the beginning of our love story.

I will make her fall to me and make her crazy over me.

Of course, who will dare to miss this dashing and successful guy? Why should I get exhibited to her first? Without confessing my feelings, I am going to make her fall in love with me. Let her come to me first! And that's going to be interesting!

These thoughts made me giggle with pride. Watching me giggling and laughing, my sister stared at me as if she had seen something weird.

"Harshu! Are you fine? I think you have got mad about leaving our past city!" she laughed out loud.

"God! You and your ugly sarcasm! Aaah! Never going to change, right?" I rolled my eyes expressing my displeasure.

"But you looked like that, Harshu! So what's the reason?" Urmi asked raising eyebrows.

"Nothing! I am just thinking and imagining our future days, about our new city, new residence, and new experience, that's all" I smiled weakly.

"Not convincing, however, I am excited about the new city and about meeting our past neighbors." she chuckled.

"Yeah! Dad told us that he had met our old neighbors but I don't remember them clearly, let's see!" I intentionally lied.

This lie got me laugh which I suppressed. Why should I get admitted that I remember them? Should maintain some attitude.

"It's routine. You are always like that. There's nothing unusual in it." She said calmly, used to my behavior.

"Alright, I am drowsy, let me sleep," I said and closed my eyes because I wanted to be alone with my thoughts, enjoying this positive feeling.

That thought of getting her made me jump into heaven. Come on, time. Move faster.

Author's Note:

Finally...Our hero is here...!

How is he?
Extremely optimistic or Excessively confident?

Is he going to achieve his goal?

What happens when they both meet?

Will they know about the feelings towards each other...?

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