Chapter 8

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Shanaaya


I never did attend any campaign before, but the enthusiasm radiating of people participating was a sight to behold. The air diffused with warmth of energy and eagerness for a change was siphoning an alternate sort of vivacity into my spirit that has consistently hungered for betterment. I could not help but feel proud , every time I take a look at Raghav ,with the manner in which he was assisting kids , contacting them and attempting to know the manner in which they are being treated at various shelters and it wasn't really surprising to know ,many didn't have one! The searing sun and long miles of walk was requesting my feet for surrender yet my ears loaded up with chanting of slogans was pumping me with a different sort of energy. Towards the end of the campaign, everyone carried a glow of satisfaction along with appreciation for Raghav , proving him not to be just an ordinary leader. Following this second I think, I have built up an unmistakable sort of respect for him, after getting more familiar with an incredibly kind heart behind that alluring face, making him poles apart with Ayaan. Thinking about Ayaan, he has been constantly bombarding me with his calls and many threat messages, reminding me to be at office and compensate for the pending work. God knows why he is so brutal to me! Dawn's breeze causing goosebumps to show up on my skin, indicating me to disappear, as me getting all the more late won't bring any good! As I thought of bidding my farewell, Raghav suddenly popped in front of me with a smiling face, "Sorry! I could not attend you properly!" he apologized! "Oh! Not at all ! The kids who needed your attention definitely had " I replied ,trying to normalize the situation.

"I hope I can make it up to you , if allow me to take you out for a dinner may be !" he asked feeling shy .How someone could state a no to such an attractive face like that of his with astounding earthy colored shaded eyes outlined with long dark eyelashes secured with rectangular glasses which together make him look significantly more seductive ,stout kissable lips with sharp whiskered jaw or more the entirety of his untamed hair falling lazily on his brow which gives him a cheerful look! Yet, do I have a choice?

"I would have loved to , yet I truly must be at office , as you, I might suspect may recollect , that I have to fill in for the today's pending work!" I answered with overwhelming sadness, on the grounds that might be in the event that I am certain or not, I sort of built up a delicate corner for him and really I would have love to go out on a supper, cause that might have been my lone opportunity to forget somebody's touch , who isn't even worth recalling for. Shiver runs down my spine , each time I recall those forest green eyes obscured with want and his long fingers doing their enchantment with a simple touch. Why I have be pulled in to someone like him, who can't even remember my name and more all he is my chief and I shouldn't be doing something that could cost my work . But on the other hand ,In any case, my heart truly need to find the secret behind the name Sameera and likewise how Raghav and Ayaan are connected, as these questions have been swimming in my mind since Raghav's visit in office but, my major concern lies with the fact that do I want to get myself involved into something ,which could push me into major trouble!!!!

"Goodness! I totally forgot it !" he answered with thoughtful eyes .I realize Ayaan could be difficult once in a while be that as it may, but, I can attempt to persuade him, if you want!" Raghav offered.

"Nah! That probably won't be required ! Much appreciated however for your kind offer" I smiled convincing him. " Anyway Raghav if you don't mind can I ask you something ?" I asked in one go as consoling myself in the event I change my mind.

"Shanaaya , I think you undoubtlessly may have seen ,I am very easy to read ! and I am unquestionably more than comfortable to tell whatever you want to know!" he answered assuring by putting his hand lightly on my shoulder.

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