Chapter 17
Fiza was working on some new saree designs when Armaan came in from his office. As if alerted by his presence Fiza looked up from her work. Her breath got caught in her throat.
Armaan was looking drop dead handsome in a black shirt with top two buttons open and black denims. Everything about him screamed masculine. Fiza was blinking at him her mouth opened in an o
"Hello guys…..so how are we proceeding?" the husky voice. Fiza snapped out her reverie thankful that no one had noticed.
But Armaan had very well noticed her. These days he seemed to have eyes only for her. T was attempting full on to make him notice her. But he was least bit interested. The girl was openly lusting him.
He was pleased as punch that Fiza had noticed no checked him out. So black is her favourite colour Armaan understood reading her mind.
Fiza had purposefully avoided looking or going anywhere near Armaan for the past few weeks. He seemed to be able to create havoc on her senses just by his presence. She had almost daily dreams about him especially his eyes. She had started loving those eyes.
"Fiza, T please come into my cabin" Armaan said.
They both entered his huge office. Armaan was seated behind his desk. He caught their scents. T's was of some expensive perfume while Fiza had a wild floral smell on her which he was now slowly getting addicted to.
"Girls how are your private tasks progressing" Armaan asked
He had set both T and Fiza a separate personal tasks. T had talent but was too lazy to work which is why he gave her more work. Fiza was easily the best of his team so he gave it to her too.
"Armaan honey….we have already lots of work….why this extra one" T groaned.
"T darling it is to put your talents to maximum use….and I am offering you bonus too" Armaan said holding her by the waist. He did it purposefully to watch Fiza's reaction. Her eyes instantly showed jealousy but soon she masked it with disgust.
"And you Miss. Fiza" Armaan turned his gaze towards her. Fiza was momentarily caught in his eyes.
"Its going very well sir…you will get the reports by this week" Fiza said.
"Good now you girls get back to your work….its early leave today….as we have the important party tonight" Armaan beamed and assured them out.
"Disgusting" Fiza murmured under her breath.
She was not in the least bit inclined to attend the Raichands party. But Anky had called her atleast five times a day telling her to get her butt to the party. Finally she had given in. Afterall her friends would be there. She had come all set to go to the party. She would get ready from the office and head directly to the party.
Fiza wore a a pink knee length gown with matching accessories and stillettos. She was last checking herself in the mirror in the corridor when T who was passing by purposefully poured a drink on her dress.
"Sorry darling….that was an accident" T mock apologized. She had done it on purpose as she wasn't one bit liking the praises that Fiza got for her jobs.
Fiza looked at her ruined outfit and tears sprang up in her eyes. She turned around and ran towards the bathroom deciding not to go. But in the way she collided with Armaan.
"Hey are you okay" Armaan asked concerned by her tears. Fiza was in his arms
"Let me go….I need to change and go home" Fiza said tearfully.
Armaan read her mind and saw what happened. That T, he gritted his teeth.
"Look Fiza don't bother about your dress…..we can get you a new one right now …..Don't miss the party your friends will be disappointed" Armaan soothed her.
Fiza felt herself calming down.
"But how will I pay for the dress" Fiza asked.
"Don't worry I will cut it from your salary" Armaan smiled. He knew that Fiza wouldn't accept a free gift.
He called up Rose and told what he needed.
Half an hour later Fiza was dressed in a flowing black off shouldr gown with crystal chandeliers in her ears and a delicate diamond necklace around her neck. She wore black heels. She looked ravishing in it with her hair left open and Armaan had even more hard time keeping his eyes off her.
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
Indian Mythology
Chakravarti Samrat Prithviraj Chauhan
Shiv Shakti
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