Detached

CHAPTER 47

*RIYANSH'S POINT OF VIEW*

I waited a few seconds, heading over and boosting myself up onto the kitchen counter. “Agent Bhutt, is everything okay? How’s Meera?” Mr. Singhania asked as he came onto the phone.

“She’s very good, sir. I just wanted to talk to you about this weekend.” I mentally crossed my fingers that he would say yes.

He laughed. “Ah, she’s finally told you.”

I smiled. “Yes, sir, she did.” I winced, praying he’d consent. “Sir, Meera and I have been talking and we wondered if it would be possible for her to come to Pune with me.”

“To Pune?” he repeated.

“Yes, sir. Meera really wants to go. I think it would be good for her, she’s doing so well here.” Meera was actually doing brilliantly at the moment; she loved college and was settling in really well and making friends.

“Agent Bhutt, that’s not possible. Your far guards have been given the weekend off, as have you. You should make the most of it. It’s not a scheduled school break, but I won’t ask the far guards to give up a weekend that’s been promised to them,” he said sternly, his tone implying that I was crazy even to suggest it.

“Sir, I wasn’t asking for the far guards. I could take Meera to Pune on my own. She would stay at my apartment with me. I live with another agent, his name is Jush Roy. He graduated second under me at the academy, and I know that he would be willing to protect Meera with me if I needed him to. She really would like to go,” I persuaded. I had no doubt in my mind that Jush would protect her if the need arose.

“Agent Bhutt, are you seriously asking me to let you take Meera to Pune without a far guard? Do you understand what you’re asking of me? James Smith's  organisation has been threatening her constantly and the trial is only three months away,” he replied condescendingly.

I frowned angrily. Did he think I didn’t know that? Did he not know that I thought about that asshole constantly and that if I ever saw him, I would rip his heart out, and wrap it in gift wrap for her?

I took a deep breath, trying not to growl my answer. “I am very well aware of the situation, sir. But I will be able to protect her; you know I can. I would die for Meera, and I would never let anything hurt her. Sir, I think you should let her go. In a little under a month’s time, there’s a very good chance that your wife's going to be elected CM. Once that happens, Meera will probably never get the opportunity to be normal again. You can trust me, Sir. I give you my word that she’ll be safe with me,” I promised. Nothing would hurt Meera as long as I had breath in my body.

He took a deep, shaky breath, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Please, come on, please! He was quiet for about thirty seconds, and disappointment ran through my veins. Farm House it was then. At least I’d get to spend time with her there, and she’d get to go and visit Ankush, she’d like that.

“I’ll ask my secretary to arrange the details,” he answered and my heart leapt into my throat as my mouth popped open in shock. “Agent Bhutt, please take care of my little girl,” he begged, not sounding like the business tycoon, but like a worried father.

“I will, I promise.” I jumped off the stool, fighting the urge to do a happy dance in the middle of the kitchen.

“I know you will, son, and if it was any other Agent asking for this, then I’d say no, I just want you to know that. She trusts you, and so do I,” he stated. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up at his words.

“Thank you, Sir. I won’t let you down,” I vowed, grinning from ear to ear.

Instead of going straight in to tell her, I made some pohas and garnished them with some sev. I made two cups of coffee, putting it all on a tray, along with one of the roses from the bunch that I had bought her last week. I’d been buying her flowers every week, trying to be romantic. I grinned as I made my way back into the bedroom, seeing it empty.