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Pragya was sitting in her cabin with multiples questions in her mind.
Pragya's pov: Something is fishy. His behavior and yesterday's incident, everything is suspicious. Yesterday, I remembered only coming home. After that, everything is blank. What is wrong? What is he planning?
Pragya came out of her thought when she heard the door knock sound.
Pragya: Come in.
Pragya said in a stern voice. Bulbul entered the room.
Bulbul: Ma'am about today's party, Mr. Malhothra has requested you to come along with your...
Bulbul paused in hesitation.
Pragya: Along with mine?
Bulbul: Husband.
Bulbul completed, whereas Pragya gave a stern look.
Pragya: Did he really requested it? Or...
Bulbul: I swear ma'am. He only requested you to come along with your husband. His p.a called me and informed me about it.
Pragya started at Bulbul for some time.
Pragya: Ok. Go.
Bulbul nodded and went from there. Pragya signed and took her mobile and dialed Abhi's number.
Abhi, who was sitting in the coffee shop, heard his phone ringing. His lips curved to a smile, seeing Pragya's number.
Abhi: Hello
Pragya: It's me.
Abhi: I know. What's the matter?
Abhi said in a stern tone, whereas Pragya took a deep breath and told him.
Pragya: Get ready. Today evening we are going to a party.
Abhi: So. You go, why I have to get ready.
Pragya: You are also coming.
Abhi: Is it an order or a request?
Abhi asked with a naughty smile, whereas Pragya gets irritated.
Abhi: Look, if it's an order, sorry not accepted. If it is a request, then let me consider it.
Pragya cooled herself and continued...
Pragya: It's a request. Come to the party.
Abhi: What about that precious word? I didn't hear it.
Gritting her teeth, Pragya left a breath and said.
Pragya: PLEASE COME TO THE PARTY.
Pragya said in a stern tone.
Abhi: Will anyone request like this? Ask properly. Come on, once more.
Pragya prepared herself and said in a soft tone.
Pragya: Please, come with me to the party. Please.
Pragya asked, lovingly, making Abhi fall for it.
Abhi: How sweet? Your voice feels like honey passing through my ears.
Pragya's lips curved to a blush. Hearing his complement.
