RAGNA SS:MY lady love Ms.Santa claus(chap20 updated -83)(27/10/16 IST) - Page 2

Nice title lol...

Hello to Stella again. 😃 Good to see one more good writer amongst us. I can never get bored of reading good, especially romantic Ragna stories.😃 Loved the first part totally and how both Raghav and Kalpi are mesmerised with each other. Though why I feel Pakhi is going to be a jealous and hurting haddi between then? the line you mentioned that Raghav rusts Pakhi blindly and never reads the documents before signing in her case, had me a bit scared. I am loving your writing style. looking forward to read both your stories, do PM me please whenever you update.😳

🤣 pakhi in her fifties 😆 great story love how ragna saw eachother continue soon.

Oh gosh! Pakhi is a old woman lol
That was the best part lol
RagNa already is attracted to each other ;)
Superb update

Kalpana forced myself to tuck away the vision of him for now as she stepped off the elevator on the first floor and made my way to the HR department.

KALPANA

When I pushed in the door of the office I saw Mary, the HR manager for the company.

"Hi Robyn! I'm sorry to have the girls pull you away from your work, but

with the holidays coming up, we have so much paperwork in for these day

off requests."

"It's okay; I apologize for signing them in the wrong place." I didn't tell her

how much I appreciated her timing.

Mary waved a hand at me and said, " By the way, did you sign up for the auction yet? You can do that here if you like? I'm volunteering and I think Sammy is too, isn't he?" I had no idea

what she was talking about.

"Volunteering for what?" I asked her.

"To be sold at the auction?" My face must have been blank because she said,

"For the children's Charity?"

"I'm sorry Mary. I've been a little bit overwhelmed with my new

management duties so if I did hear about that, I didn't process it. I got my

invitation for the Christmas party yesterday. I'm super-excited about that." I

loved Christmas. My last job had been at a bank and the administration there had been so concerned that they may offend someone they had cancelled the "Holiday" party all-together. That was the reason they gave us anyways. I'd always been suspicious that it was just about saving the money it cost them. From what I heard about this party, Mr. Singhania's spared no expense."

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"Yes, the party is a lot of fun and oh u love and celebrate Christmas! Good to know ," Mary said.

"Of course I celebrate Christmas,Bakrid with My friend Amir and co,Diwali and all Hindu festivals most probably in india...everything I just love festivals; it was just that festive spirit of sharing the holidays with other people that was irreplaceable".

"Too good kalpana !!! I look forward to it every year. The auction though is kind of a company tradition too. That will be held on the fourteenth, it's a Thursday evening. Two members of management from each department are auctioned off to the highest bidder and in doing that they agree to be "ordered around" by their purchaser for an entire day. We do that the next day on Friday since most of the managers normally have that day off anyways. The money from that goes to a children's charity Mr. Singhanias's supports."Mary said

"What sorts of things do they order you to do?" I asked her.

"It's all in fun. Last year I had to sit by the fire, drink hot chocolate and eat

homemade cookies while watching a marathon of old black and white

Christmas movies with Lance in the production department."

I laughed, "That actually sounds like my kind of day."

"Right? Me too. It's fun, you should volunteer. It's for a good cause too. Mr.

Singhania not only gives all the earned money to the Children's foundation but he matches it as well."

"I'd love to do it," I told her. It really did sound like a lot of fun. My boss

sounded like a really generous man too. I liked that. I came from a family

where generosity was looked upon fondly. "I'm looking forward to finally

meeting Mr. Singhania at the Christmas party," I told her.

"Oh, you haven't met him yet?"

"No, the day that I was hired, it was one of your girls who interviewed me...

Lucy? I think that was her name. Then the promotion was just interdepartmental

so Sammy handled that. I could have passed him in the hallway I

guess and just didn't know who he was."

"Maybe," Mary said. "But I guarantee you wouldn't forget him if you saw

him."

"Why's that?" I asked her. Mary smiled a naughty smile and said, "You'll see

at the party. Here, there are the forms for you to sign as well as the sign up

forms for the auction."

Smiling I said, "Thanks. You're not going to tell me what it is about Mr.

Singhania that is so unforgettable?" It seemed from the look on her face that

he was as attractive as he was generous. But, I guess it could have been the

opposite as well.

"He's just hard to describe," she said. "You'll see him soon." I left there

wondering if the man had two heads or something. Either way, I was looking

forward to finding out. What I'd read about him was all good. He was lauded

as one of the most brilliant business minds of the century. He'd invested his

life savings...which according to Forbes was a paltry sum and eight years

later he was a billionaire running a multi-national company. Money didn't

interest me much, but I was fascinated by intelligent, driven people.

I took the paperwork for the auction back with me when I resumed the

meeting with Prem. That was a mistake. As soon as he saw that I was up for

bid, he was all over it.

"This is going to be the best auction ever!" he said, enthusiastically. "Last

year I bid on and won Aurora from accounting. She and I had the best day.

We went to the movies and had dinner... I'm sure I'll have plenty of

competition bidding on you," he said. "But for you I'm willing to break the

bank."

As much as I was looking forward to doing a good deed for charity, and I

thought Prem was harmless, I was afraid that spending the day with him

would only perpetuate this fantasy he has of us being together someday.

"Oh, don't waste your money on me."

"Waste? Are you kidding? I'd pay just to be seen with you, Kalpanaaa." He was so sweet and he had innocence about him as well. But, he did nothing for me. I honestly thought something like this would only encourage him, and that wouldn't be right.

I agonized for almost two weeks over what to do about it when I got an idea

and went to see my friend Amir in production.

"Hey Kalpi! Long time no see!"

"Hey Amir," I said. "How are Allabhi and the

kids?" Amir and I had known each other since college. His wife and I had

become friends over the years and they had the most adorable pair of twins

I'd ever seen. Amir was the one who had referred me for the job I have now.

"They are great. The twins are finally sleeping through the night so Allabhi

and I are getting used to seeing the world with clear eyes again."

I smiled and said, "I might have an idea that could help us both out."

"I'm game. What's up?"

I told him about the auction and about Prem. He laughed.

"Prem's crushing on you hard, huh? He's kind of relentless that way. The last

girl he attached himself to around here got another job out of state. There

was speculation she only took it to get away from him."

I laughed too. I knew that Amir was only half kidding. Prem was the kind of guy who never gave up until he wasn't given any other choice. I really didn't want to crush the poor guy. But, I didn't want to be saddled with him either.

"So if I give you the cash, will you bid on me?" I asked him.

"Sure, then I can order you to watch the twins while Allabhi and I have a real date?"

"Absolutely," I said. "I'll let you know that night how much I'll be able to afford," I told him.

"What if there are multiple guys bidding? Should I bid against them all?"

"I doubt that'll happen," I said.

"Oh please, I know you've seen you. You own a mirror, right? Besides, I was witness to the droves of men who lined up to date you in college."

"Shut up," I said." I'd rather spend my Friday babysitting the

twins than giving some poor guy false hope."

The time flew by and on the morning of the auction I stopped by and gave Amir the money I could afford for him to bid on me.

"Wow, this is a good deal of money," he said.

"I have an account that I put money into all year for charities.

I enjoy knowing that my money helps make someone else's better. This year, it will all go to the kids I guess. That's

okay though, I'm sure they will put it to good use."

"Okay," he'd said with a grin and fanning the money, "Get prepared for dirty diapers and a lot of spitting up." I didn't know much about kids, but I knew that I'd be able to figure it out. Amir's twins were three months old, a boy and a girl. As much work as I knew theyd be to take care of, I also knew it was going to be a fun, rewarding experience. I was looking forward to the challenge.

After I left Amir's house I went to work for a few hours. I took off early and went shopping for something new to wear to the auction. I spent too much time wandering around the mall. The Christmas decorations and lights were up and the smell of pine and cinnamon wafted around as soft Christmas music played in the background. I stopped and watched as the children lined up to see Santa Claus. Watching them made me happy and reminded me of how, when I was small, my parents would always take me to see him on the first day of December. My mom would dress me up pretty in my Christmas clothes and my dad would enthusiastically snap photos as Santa and I went through my list. Then at the end when Santa asked, "Have you been a good girl this year?" My daddy would look at me with so much

pride in his face."She's the best."

"My parents they are the best they tought me to enjoy everything in life ...every festival regardless of religion"

After a while I finally realized if I didn't get home soon, I wouldn't have time to get ready. I forced myself to leave the Christmassy atmosphere and went home to my apartment that I'd begun transforming for the season just this week. I didn't have my tree yet to put the final touches on, but the rest of the place looked, smelled, and if you stuck a hand in the candy bowls, even tasted like Christmas.

I took out the pretty new dress I'd bought today and looked at it. I wasn't a girl who liked to go with the latest fashions. I was always looking for something that would make me stand out from the crowd. Today, I found the cutest 1950's retro blue, green and black plaid Audrey Hepburn style dress. It was sleeveless, so it was marked 50% off too. I had a blue sweater that matched it perfectly and a blue pair of heels, so the only other thing I bought to go with it was a little petticoat that made the skirt flare out. When I put it on I felt soft and feminine.

I curled my hair in long, soft curls and applied my make-up carefully. When I was ready, I took a final glance in the mirror and decided I should at least be worth a couple of hundred bucks.

The auction was being held at a hotel in town that was also owned by Singhania Inc. The company seemed to dabble in almost everything and from what I'd heard; Mr. Singhania had founded it on his own with very little capital.

Of course, what he considered a small amount of money to someone else could be a large one.

I found the ball room and was surprised to see how many people were already there. Prem spotted me and waved eagerly. I waved back, nervously scanning the room for Amir. I finally spotted him sitting right up front. Good boy! I knew I could count on him. I felt much better.

They called those of us who would be auctioned off to the back and we waited together in a nice little room that they had set up a table full of drinks and snacks in.Sammy brought a deck of cards, knowing from experience how long the wait could be. I was second to last on the list and Sammy was last, so we entertained ourselves with raucous hands of "go fish" and "21."

Sammy could be loud and crass sometimes, but he was a lot of fun I could hear some of what was going on out front and I was both surprised and happy to find out that I worked with some really generous people. Some of my co-workers were going for over five hundred dollars. It did make me worry that maybe I hadn't given John enough cash. He had five hundred, but in my mind I thought the bidding would be stopping around three. There was nothing much I could do at this point other than hold my breath, cross my fingers and hope for the best. I didn't know Prem's financial situation, but I doubted he could afford to throw away five hundred bucks.

When it was my turn sammy winked at me and said, "Knock em dead kid." I wasn't shy about being the center of attention; thanks to my parents who put me in every sport I was interested in including dance and gymnastics while I was growing up. I stood on the stage and waved at a few of my friends in the audience. The auctioneer told the audience my name and what department I worked in and then he started the bidding at a hundred dollars. I was literally shocked to see about eight hands go up. Prem had moved to the front and he and John were on opposite sides of the stage. The other six or so men were scattered throughout the audience.

The auctioneer took the bidding up to two hundred dollars and then three before a couple of the men dropped out. At four it was Amir, Prem and another man that I thought may have worked with Amir in production. When it went up to five, Amir and Prem were all that was left. I knew that was all

Amir had... I thought I was doomed to spend a day doing Prem's bidding until I suddenly saw a hand go up in the back and heard a smooth, masculine

voice say, "Six hundred."

"Six fifty," Prem said, smugly.

"Eight hundred," the man at the back called out. Prem was so close to the stage that I could see his face. I felt bad for him actually, he looked distressed. I hoped he wasn't going to bid so much that he wasn't able to afford it.

"Eight-fifty," I heard Prem say. The man in the back smoothly countered.

"One thousand dollars." prem's face did nothing to hide his emotions. He was sunk and he was not happy about it. The auctioneer asked if he heard ten fifty before wrapping up the bidding.

"Going once at a thousand, going twice, sold for one thousand dollars."

I was flabbergasted that someone had paid that much money to spend the

day with me. I could see Amir's face as I climbed down off the stage and it said, "I told you so."

I went over to see him first and he said, "I told you there'd be a battle over you."

Smiling I replied, "I was a little nervous there for a minute. Prem came close."

"Who was that who out-bid me?" Amir asked.

"He was too far back and the lights were in my eyes so I couldn't see him. I was hoping you knew."

"Nope, I was too intent up here on doing my job," he said with a grin. "I didn't recognize the voice as anyone I know though."

"Well, thank you for trying." I said and he handed me back the five hundred dollars I'd given him. I tucked it away to now be used for what I'd originally intended, thanked him again and headed to the back to see if I could catch my new employer-for-a-day.

I didn't know who to look for or who to ask, so I went to the table where they marked down who bought who and for how much.

"Excuse me, can you tell me who it was who won my auction? I'd like to

thank him," I said.

The lady at the table's name was Pakhi. I'd met her at a few meetings and knew she was Mr. Singhania's assistant. She smiled and said, "I'm sorry sweetie; he very generously requested we keep it a secret for now. He'll contact you."

I went home that night and had trouble sleeping as my mind combed through every male employee I'd met since beginning at SINGHANIA Inc. It was a huge corporation and our offices alone had eighteen different divisions. We worked in a ten story building in Manhattan and so far, I hadn't had a need to go above the sixth floor. That meant even if I had met everyone on the first six floors which I strongly doubted, there were four more floors of mystery. Well, actually only three. The top floor was reserved for the offices of Mr. Singhania himself, so I don't think that one counted. I doubted the man himself showed up for silly things like that. Besides, he already employed us all, he didn't have to pay for one of us to work for him for a day.

I finally took a long, hot bubble bath and drank some tea and by one or two a.m. I at last fell asleep. It seemed like only minutes later I was awakened by an annoying ringing sound. I couldn't open my eyes at first; I just lay there and wished it would stop. When I realized it was the phone, my thoughts jumped to discovering the identity of my mystery man. I was suddenly awake and alert. I picked up the phone and said hello. I wasn't disappointed.

"Hello, is this Kalpana?" It was the same silky, masculine voice that I'd heard bidding for me last night.

"Yes it is. Who is this?"

"I'm the one who bought you for the day."

"Don't I get to know your name?"

"Not just yet," he said. I wondered what all the mystery was about. "I have my Driver on his way to your apartment. He'll be dropping off a costume for you soon."

Oh great, a kinky one, I thought. But then he went on to say, He will also have a car full of presents which you will drop off, in costume at the local orphanages and elder care homes. The driver will know where to take you and the presents are wrapped, but marked with the appropriate place to drop them off."

Wow, this man just laid down two thousand dollars for me. Who in the world

"That sounds like fun!" I said, "I love Christmas!"

He didn't respond to that. Instead, he said, "When you finish that task, you'll

be contacted again with further instructions."

"Sounds like a plan!" I told him, excitedly. I was looking forward to the day,

and hopefully to finally meeting him later on. He must be a really generous

man to hand out presents all over town, and I just couldn't get that voice

out of my head. As I was pondering it all, my doorbell rang. I opened the

door to an middle aged man in a chauffer's uniform, holding a box.

"Miss Jadhav?"

"Yes," I told him. "But please call me Kalpana or kalpi ."

He smiled slightly and said, "I'm Ramu. This box has the costume for you to

wear and I'll be downstairs waiting with the car when you're ready."

"Okay... hey Ramu, who sent the costume?"

This time he smiled outright and said, "That's not for me to say, Miss." He

tipped his hat at me and turned and left. I shook my head and carried the

box inside. I sat it down on the couch and pulled off the ribbon that held it

together. When I slipped off the lid I was surprised to find a green and red

elf costume inside. It was a green, sparkly dress that came to about midthigh with red fur trim around the neckline and sleeves. There were slippers

with pointed toes and silver bells attached to them and even a hat to match

the dress with pointed ears sewn on. I was ecstatic! I loved stuff like this.

This was what Christmas was about.

I got ready as quickly as I could; knowing Ramu was waiting for me. When

I finished dressing I looked in the mirror to see the perfect reflection of an

elf. I was tickled and looking forward to this a lot. I grabbed my bag and

keys and headed down to meet Ramu. He was standing next to the car and

when he saw me, an amused expression lit up his face. He opened the back

door of the giant limousine for me and as I slid in on the supple leather seat

he said, "You look fabulous, Miss."

"Why thank you, Ramu. I feel fabulous."

He closed the door and went around to his side. There was a partition

between us that I assumed was for privacy, but I didn't need any and the

car was so big, I felt lonely in the back all alone. I tapped on the window and

Ramu lowered it a few inches.

"Did you need something, Miss?"

"It's just lonely back here, Ramu. Can we leave the partition down?" He

smiled and lowered it the rest of the way. That felt better to me, I could

breathe, and Ramu and I could talk.

The first place we stopped was a home ran by social services where kids who

came into the system were sent while they awaited a spot at a foster home,

or court with mom and dad, or adoption. It was a large, three story Victorian

home that had been converted. Ramu told me they knew we were coming

and should be ready for us. I knocked and was let in by a plump middle

aged woman whose red dress and dark red cheeks reminded me of Mrs.

Claus. She introduced herself as the "headmistress" of the house, Mrs.

Grover. She led me and Ramu who was carrying a large sack and an

armload of packages behind me into a big open room with a Christmas tree

in the center and about twenty small children gathered around it in a circle.

"Hi! I'm Kalpi Santa's friend the elf!" I said

"Hi Kalpi!" came the resounding reply from twenty small voices.

"Santa Claus is extra busy this year. He asked that I come by and deliver

some gifts to you because you've all been so good." One of the little girls in

the front row raised her hand. She was about four years old. Her hair was

blonde and had two pigtails. The dress she wore was worn, but her face was

scrubbed clean and she looked healthy. "Yes?" I said, looking at her.

"Brady hasn't been good. He pulls my hair."

I tried to keep a straight face as I said, "Well, Santa Claus must have seen

him doing something nice to make up for it, because he was on the nice

list."

"He did give me his extra pancake at breakfast," she said.

I smiled then and said, "That must have been it."

Ramu helped me and we handed out presents marked "Male" to the boys

and "Female" to the girls. When all the gifts had been handed out, we also

gave them little bags of Christmas cookies that looked homemade. When we

left, they all had smiles on their faces and my heart felt full and happy. We

traveled the city for the next few hours spreading the same kind of joy. After the first couple of stops, Ramu was smiling from ear to ear and laughing at all my jokes.

Carrying the packages in and passing them out was no small task and I

began to wonder if my mystery boss was afflicted somehow and that's why

he'd hired me to do this. He was definitely a wealthy, generous man. The

kids were getting toys and clothing that kids in two-parent homes may not

have been able to get because of the expense and the elderly were receiving

robes and slippers and for some of the men, boxes of cigars that I know

didn't come cheap. I'd tried to prod information out of Ramu along the way,

but he wasn't forthcoming with any.

On the way to one of our stops, I said, "I know you can't tell me who this

man is, but can you answer just a question or two about him?"

"Hmm, that would depend on the question, I believe," he said with a grin.

"Is he always so generous, or only at Christmas time?"

"He's a very generous employer throughout the year," Ramu said. "He does

always give quite a bit to the community during the holidays."

"Why doesn't he take the presents out himself?" I asked. Ramu looked sad.

"He avoids festivals especially Christmas and everything he can that goes along with it. He wants to give back to the community however and this is a way he can do that. He usually just hires people to deliver them. I like this idea better."

I had a hard time imagining anyone who didn't like Festivals. Festivals

were literally my favorite time. I enjoyed them when I was a child even more than my birthday.

"Why doesn't he like Festivals especially Christmas?" I asked him.

Ramu chuckled and said, "You'll have to ask him that yourself when you

meet him."

"What should I call him when we meet?"

He laughed outright again and said, "Tricky Miss Kalpana, but I'm not falling

for it."

We took care of our last stop, a residential care facility for the elderly. More

than one of the old ladies and even one old man got tears in their eyes when

they received their gifts. I was touched to see that my secret employer had

also thought about the elderly who weren't able to intake sugar because of a

medical condition. He'd sent sugarless snacks that looked as appetizing as

the sugared ones.

I realized after we left the care home how tired I was. I also realized that it

was after one o'clock and neither Jeffrey nor I had lunch yet. I was about to

ask him about it when the car phone rang. RAMU put it on speaker and I

heard my mystery man's beautiful voice float out.

"Hello kALPANA, how is the day going?"

"It's been so much fun," I told him, sincerely.

"Good," he said, sounding amused. "And how did you like the costume?"

"Loved it!" I said.

"Really? That's great," he said, sounding surprised. I could tell that he found

it strange and amusing that I hadn't been embarrassed to dress like an elf.

"How would you like to go to the offices and hand out the presents to each

department in full costume?"

"I'd love to," I told him, "You must be one of the executives..." He didn't

answer that. I was fishing, I hadn't expected him to. But then I said, "Just as long as I can have lunch first."

"Oh my goodness, I'm sorry," he said, actually sounding remorseful. "I

should have thought about lunch. I suppose you could have ramu go in and

get it."

"Why couldn't I go get it?" I asked.

"I was just thinking of you. You're still in costume, correct?"

"Yeah, but I don't see the problem. I like the costume and it fits very nicely."

He was obviously not one of my friends or close acquaintances or he would

know that I loved to have fun and very little embarrassed me.

He chuckled, but I could tell he found it odd. "Okay then, have Ramu take

you out to lunch. On me, anywhere you'd like to go. Then he'll take you to

the offices."

"That sounds perfect," I told him. "And when do I get to see you?"

"Have fun Kalpana," he said, and then he hung up.

I could see Ramu's face in the mirror, he was smirking. "What's so funny?"

I asked him.

"Nothing, Miss."

After much cajoling, I convinced Ramu to join me for lunch at a nice

steakhouse. He'd wanted to wait for me at the car. He seemed a little

uncomfortable about it as we were walking in and I asked, "Are you

embarrassed to be seen with an elf in public?"

He smiled and said, "No miss, but I was thinking about what a picture an elf

having lunch with a chauffeur might present." I laughed.

"I hadn't thought of that, we'll have to ask our waiter to take a picture of us.

Everyone at work will love it." Ramu just shook his head and followed me

inside. I think he was as surprised as our mutual employer for the day that I

wasn't uncomfortable at all in the outfit.

We enjoyed our lunch.I felt so much better after lunch, my energy was renewed. I was wondering if I'd ever get to meet this man or not as it would already be almost the end of the workday when we finished at the office. I wondered what he looked like and if he was as handsome as his voice sounded. I hoped that I'd get the opportunity to meet him and find out first hand.

Ramu drove us to the offices of Singhania Inc. and I set about my task

delivering the gift baskets to each department. Ramu followed along behind

me and I showed everyone the picture of Ramu and I having lunch and took

a few orders that I promised to take straight back to Santa Claus. It had a

great time and was starting to think I'd like to add something like this to my

yearly Christmas Traditions. I had some of my own already that I'd been putting into practice since I was a kid. No one that knew me seemed the least bit surprised that I was dressed like an elf, and the rest of the staff found it amusing.

I finished handing out the gifts at work and Ramu drove me home. When

he opened the car door for me he had another package, similar to the one

he'd given me this morning in his hand.

"What's this? A present for me?" I asked, like a child on Christmas morning.

I'd always rather give gifts out, but everyone likes one of their own

sometimes. Ramu smiled.

"I think whatever it is; you deserve it for your hard work today." I surprised

him, not for the first time that day, by giving him a hug. I really liked the

guy and because of him my day had been more enjoyable.

"You worked just as hard. Thank you, Ramu."

"You're very welcome, Miss Kalpana."

I carried the box up to my apartment and I was about to open it when my

phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello Kalpana, how did things go at the office?" It was him, the mystery

caller. My belly fluttered just at the sound of his voice.

"Spectacular," I told him. "Everyone was so pleased with their gifts."

"Good, Ramu said you should be commended for the job you did today. So,

I commend you. Thank you for taking care of all of that for me."

"You're welcome, I enjoyed myself. I hope Ramu will also be commended.

He's great."

"He will be. I'd like to take you out to dinner as a reward for a job well done

if you don't have an objection to joining me?"

"I'd love to," I said. Not only did I believe I deserved a treat after my long

day, I was so excited about meeting him. I was really hoping that he was as

beautiful as his voice.

"Great. We have reservations at a very exclusive restaurant in Manhattan.

Put on the outfit I sent for you and I'll send Ramu around to pick you up at

eight."

"Okay, I'll see you then," I told him, before hanging up. Finally, I pulled

open the box. Inside was a cornflower blue silk dress. It had a designer label

that I recognized. It was a very expensive dress. It had probably cost him

over a thousand dollars. It was beautiful and when I slipped it out of the

box, I realized there was a lovely matching scarf, stockings and shoes.

I took it into my bedroom and held it up to me in front of the mirror. It was

the shade of ocean blue , and the soft material of the dress would

cling to all of my curves, no doubt. Did he actually go shopping for it himself, or did he hire someone to do that? I looked at the size of both the dress and the shoes... both perfect. Who was this man? How could he possibly know my shoe size

of all things? I looked back at the dress and realized suddenly that the only

thing that had bothered me about him all day was that he didn't trust I had

enough sense and taste to dress myself for a night out. I loved it, but it

wasn't me. I was never one to be anything or anyone other than myself. I

got an idea then... it was a terrible, awful idea...

ps: i know i know u got bored after reading updates please spare me and drop your valuable suggestions or comments please😳

it really awesome different out of the box i read it twice i think gonna read it more than that really lovely update

lovely & as beautiful as Christmas ... 😃

Hey Thanks a ton for the double updates. 😃 So looking forward to Raghav and Kalpana's first meeting and her reaction when she gets to know it was Raghav who bought her. What is she going to do with the outfit Raghav sent? Hope she wears it. Loving each and every update of the story and now I am greedy for the next update. 😆 Loving it. 😃⭐️👏

Hi stella ...
this is lovely story..😃 i read all 3 part...superb job dear... i liked it ..😛
looking next update ...Ragna first meet...
waiting 4 next part...