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Chapter Two (2/7)

He had to be ill. Sick. Mayank strode through the office and pushed open the door to the stairwell, ignoring the glances from his employees. He was certainly off his game. He hadn't been able to concentrate on work all afternoon. And everyone knew it. His secretary had been so concerned she'd even asked him if he needed a doctor.

Mayank wasn't about to admit he'd gone to a proposal planner to train for popping the question or that he already knew the woman. That, in fact, the planner was the first girl to have stolen his heart, and some days he was sure she still had it.

He swiped his hand over his eyes, trying to work out exactly what he did have. Since seeing Nupur this morning his mind was filled with her. With her face, with her accusing eyes, with her full lips challenging him. And it wasn't just his head that was hurting thinking about her; every inch of him ached.

He took the stairs rather than the elevator to the basement garage, focusing on taking the steps three at a time, on getting home, rather than on why in hell he'd cancelled his dinner date with Sheena tonight. She was perfect for him. And Nupur... Nupur was screwing with his head like she had when they were young.

He'd never noticed that Nupur lived up the road from him until she'd hit fourteen. She'd watch him with her dark brown eyes whenever she passed him on her bike, and he couldn't deny he was as fascinated with her as she seemed to be with him.

When she was sixteen, he couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to be with her and he swept her off her feet and into his arms. So, he was older than her by a few years. He knew that. And he was all for waiting. If only she'd been, too, he may have stood a chance....

He warmed at the memory.

So it had been love. He ran a hand through his hair. Love. He'd loved Nupur Bushan with all his heart and soul. And it had been good. Felt amazing. But then her mother had taken him aside, and he couldn't fight the truth in her words. His father was a drunk. He had no goals. He wasn't enough for her Nupur. Suddenly, it was over ' painfully, torturously over.

Mayank had thought he'd never see her again. Was sure she'd be married with kids. Thought it was all over. Until now.

Could he ignore the logic of marrying Sheena for the chance at having love, of having his heart involved, at the mercy of being torn to shreds again?

Maybe Sheena and he could learn to love each other'.

Mayank pushed open the door to the garage and strode to his silver Porsche. Maybe he was coming down with something.... He was all twisted up in the head, all achy and unsettled.

He straightened. He'd handled million-dollar business deals; he could handle one woman. This was going to be a cinch. One lesson in proposals and he'd be done. Nupur Bushan would be out of his life, and he'd get on with it. Easy.

* * *

Mayank pushed his papers around his desk and glanced at the clock again.

The knock startled him.

His secretary opened the door. "Nupur Bushan to see you, sir."

Mayank swallowed the lump in his throat. "Show her in."

"She's set herself up in the conference room." His secretary stared at her feet. "She was quite insistent about it."

"Was she now?" Mayank should have guessed she'd avoid his private office and opt for somewhere else. And he couldn't help but smile. At least he was getting to her....

Nupur sat at the conference table, folders spread out in front of her, her chin tilted high and her shoulders thrown back. She wore a cream trouser suit but it did little to hide her curves from his imagination.

"Mr. Sharma."

"Miss Bushan." He took a stab in the dark. He was painfully aware she hadn't told him whether she was married or not. "You're late."

She arched her eyebrows. "Three minutes?"

"I'm a busy man."

"And you were in your office...."

She was right. If he was able to, he could have continued working. "I don't expect tardiness."

"I'll remember that." She moved her handbag under the table and rearranged the folders in front of her.

Mayank gave her a sidelong glance. She hadn't missed a beat. He yanked out the chair next to her and faltered. He'd be a lot safer with the large timber table between them. "Well, let's get to it then."

"Fine by me." Nupur offered him a smile. "Now, to begin with, I have to get an idea of what Sheena likes so we can make the experience memorable for her."

"Makes sense." Mayank moved around the desk and sat down in one of the chairs opposite her, trying to keep his mind on Sheena and not on the way Nupur's hands moved with such an easy grace.

Nupur slid the folders across the table to him. He flicked through the pages, trying to focus on the images, but he was acutely aware of her presence, her soft perfume, and of her eyes on him.

"Okay, Mayank." She stared him directly in the eye. "What are Sheena's favorite flowers?"

He glanced at his watch. "Flowers? I give her roses ' she doesn't seem to mind them."

"Okay." She scribbled in her notepad. "What about her favorite music?"

Mayank shrugged.

"Her favorite food?"

He strained for recollection of their last meal and what she'd ordered. "Chicken?" he suggested.

"You don't sound so sure." Her eyes widened. "What about her hobbies?"

"Hobbies?" He swallowed hard and looked at his watch again. Not long now and it'll all be over.

"You know, the things a person does for fun and personal satisfaction."

He stiffened. What did Sheena do for fun? He had no idea! And admitting the fact to Nupur weighed like a brick in his chest.

"Look, the reason I need to know these things isn't to make your life hard." She paused.

It was as though she saw right through him. He shifted in his seat, folding his arms over his chest.

"It's to discover whether she's romantic or conservative or a bit of both so I can help you create a proposal that would mean the most to her."

Mayank was caught off guard by the sudden vibrancy of her voice and he met her eyes. Mistake. His heart thudded against his ribs, and his body stirred again to her magic.

She regarded him with an impassive coldness. "I suggest you go and find out a little more about the woman you want to marry."

He glared at her. "I know plenty."

"I don't mean what underwear she wears," she blurted out.

"Ha-ha," he retorted sarcastically. "You ought to be careful, Nupur. It's sounding as though you're jealous."

Her eyes darkened. "In your dreams."

How spot on she was. Since meeting her again he couldn't get any peace from her, even in sleep! "So, you can't help me '" he chose his words carefully "' until I can answer your questions about Sheena?"

"That's right. I suggest you spend some quality time with her." Nupur bit her lip and looked as though she was stifling a smile.

The breath caught in his throat. She was screwing with his head! He stiffened, his blood firing, his teeth clenched tightly. He wanted to shake the woman. Or kiss her. He glanced at his watch. He only had to keep it together for a little while longer. "Then what?"

"Then, I'll see you again. And hopefully we can come up with a heartrending proposal for her." Her voice died away and she moistened her lips.

"I have to see you again?"

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