Raabta - Completed

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This chapter is 6k words long, has some banter, some revelations and (finally) some action. Have fun reading! I skipped my workout to write this chapter, I deserve extra love. 😭😂😘

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April 16

"Name?"

"Sana Kaur. I'm here to see Sidharth Shukla in 30A."

The burly, bald security guard stared at her long and hard, Sana blinking at him and maintaining her stance. Their staring contest went on for nearly half a minute. The guard eventually lifted a telephone from his desk, punching three digits in.

"A Ms. Sana Kaur is here to see you, sir. Shall I send her up?"

Sana waited with her breath held for the five seconds of silence between the guard's question and Sidharth' reply. She knew Sidharth would let her up, but her heart still pounded with stuttered beats under the stern gaze of the guard. She smoothed her sweaty hand over her thighs, only to realize she was wearing denim boy shorts and had no material covering her thigh.

"Very well, sir," the guard said, hanging up the phone. He stared at Sana, the lobby silent. "You're not his usual type."

Sana's eyes narrowed. She looked down at her outfit, her boy shorts were paired with an oversized orange shirt, which was practically open with only a couple of buttons holding the shirt together, revealing her black tube bra.

"Excuse me?"

The guard said nothing, but pressed a button on his desk, the clear plastic half-doors swaying open.

"First lift. Top floor."

Sana nodded and said, "Thank you," adjusting the strap of her brown leather messenger bag.

She went to the bank of lifts and stepped into the first one, pressing the top button for the thirtieth floor. The doors shut and the lift started to rise quickly, Sana watching the numbers light and fade , until she reached the top. The doors pinged open.

She was not in a hallway with multiple doors, but what seemed to be a foyer, only one black metal door labeled 30A. She rang the doorbell.

"Sorry, one second," Sidharth' voice said from inside. Footsteps came closer until the door swung open. "Hi," Sidharth stepped back on bare feet and held the door open, "c'mon in. Sorry." He rubbed a red towel over his hair, his hair still damp. He had on black sweats that and a long sleeved white henley. "My meeting ran late, then I was late to meet my trainer, then my taxi home was caught in traffic, and here we are now."

Sana stepped inside, schooling her expression. She'd been in many luxury penthouses, hotels and mansions in her life. She'd ridden on expensive yachts with rooms larger than any house she could hope to ever own. She'd been flown on private jets to every corner of the world.

Sidharth' penthouse was impressive, but not surprising. It looked much like most other flats owned by men with a similar income. It was an open plan with expensive electronics tastefully hidden amongst the modern, dark decor, floor to ceiling windows running the entire length of the space.

The fact that Sidharth didn't have a platformed grand piano under a spotlight or a glass cabinet full of awards and photos with dignitaries made Sana's nerves calm. The place was spotless, so clean she assumed Sidharth hired a daily cleaning person, but still felt lived in, the flatscreen quietly playing cricket highlights in the background.