Author's Note: I just realized that the story reached 1.400 votes and I'm like WOW, when it happend? Guys thank you SO SO much, really DIL SE, I can't say more than just a THANK YOU, you guys made my day (I'm hell stressed for my exams). Now happy reading, it's gonna be long...
Arnav was sitting in his cabin at AR and was thinking about the events that happened in the last few weeks in his life.
"Almost two weeks" he whispered with a pleasant smile, like he had achieved something, and he was right. They have started getting along quite well, the initial embarrassment was replaced with pleasing comfort, the distance between them was filled with an unknown complicity, of which he didn't know he was capable off, even the silent was speaking, because they understood each other without much words. He was quite sure that it was only because on the other end of the thread, which tied them together, there was Khushi, who happens to be a pandora's box. She intrigues him so much, that he keeps wanting to know her more.
He was till engrossed in his thoughts, when a commotion coming from the outside of his cabin, brought him back from his reveries and getting up from the chair and started moving towards the door, to check what was going on outside.
"who's the hot chick?" a man in the mid-twenties inquired, a lustful smirk playing on his lips while looking, from the top of the stairs, at a woman dressed in a long black dress with red and white roses printed on it, who was gently talking to the receptionist.
"you don't know?" a girl turned to the man "she's his wife" hinting towards something with her head "being rich, you'll ends up always getting the hot and sexy staff available on the market" he scorned "kuch toh hamare liye chordo yaar" and he licked his lips (leave some for us poor people)
"What's happening here?" Arnav asked with a stern face, spitting fire from the eyes, how can they talk about someone in that way "back to work...now!!!" he shouted at the top of his voice gaining everyone's attention, when they started leaving, he turned his attention towards the point where they were looking.
"what she's doing here?" he wondered, and she waved at him making his heart skip few beats and he saw her climbing the stairs "what are you doing here?" he asked as soon as she reached him "a hello would be appreciated" she said cynically and he realized that he sounded little rude "Come" he said moving towards his cabin and she followed him, he held open the door for her, like a gentleman, to let her in first and then closed it behind them.
He went to his desk and taking the interphone ordered "Mr. Khanna, after My wife leaves, send Mr. Mishra to my cabin" stressing on the word "my wife" and he put down the receiver.
Khushi's eyes widened, he had never addressed her in that way, well, they haven't had the occasion, she didn't fail to notice that he stressed on the word My Wife. She felt belonged and wanted.
"how dare he" he growled within himself, someone lusting and calling his wife in that way and leaving without consequences
"never" he muttered under his breath
"You needed something?" he asked hearing her clear her throat
"Papa(Arjun) asked me to deliver you this file" she said putting the file, that he failed to note, on his desk
"He could have sent Mohan Kaka" he blurted, knowing well that she was supposed to be at her office at this time
"Was I the reason" she thought recalling him shouting at the top of his voice few minutes back.
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