Hey guys...
here is this next part.. and this part is for Muneeza..! i couldn't put Milind in black but i hope you like what he is wearing.. lol..!
And also for Mru.. luv ya sis..!
take a read and tell me know what you think.. all your comments really motivate me to write more and more...
Chapter 7
Milind tossed and turned but couldn't get any sleep. He saw the clock and it said 2:30am. Ms.Shah had obviously rattled him more than he realized. He had seen people either put up a fight or beg for his mercy. That was what he'd always encountered. He had never once seen "The Prachi Shah" way. Cool, calm collected, no histrionics, and no rage issues. She obviously was a very intelligent woman. That made her a more dangerous adversary, if she was one. Milind had learnt a long time ago that what you saw wasn't always what you got.
He got out of bed and walked around his bedroom. Pacing always seemed to help him clear his head. But right now he didn't even know why he was so pre occupied.
He got up and decided to work on some of the reports that had been turned in earlier. He walked over to his computer the chill air hitting his bare chest. Somehow he could never sleep in anything but his boxers. There were a dozen pajamas in all different material and all different colors but they were all wasted on him. There was even a pink silk one with bunnies on it that had been a gag gift from the only person who was brave enough to give him one. He smiled thinking of that memory. It had been his birthday and he was in terrible mood about work. His sister had called him in the morning from college and wished him. His father had done the same. But as the day had gone by the significance of the day had also slipped down his list of priorities. His staff was obviously too scared to bring it up. So there he was on his birthday alone in his office. He remembered the times when the entire chawl would get together and celebrate his birthday, almost as if it were a national holiday. But now, surrounded by all the wealth and luxury in the world he was sitting alone in a darkened office.
A knock on his door had shaken him out of his reverie. The sight at the other side of the door had instantly brightened up his night. Standing with a huge chocolate cake and a big gift-wrapped box was the only person in the world who had apparently remembered or cared about his birthday. And the minx had bought him those pink pajamas as a gift. When he had told her that no self-respecting man would wear those she had laughed and said she bought that for him so that he would always laugh when he saw them. She thought he desperately needed to laugh more. She was right.
Coming back to the present, smiling fondly at the memory, he realized that her birthday was coming up as well. He had to shop for her personally, couldn't ask one of his many secretaries to do it. He would get into so much trouble for that. Nobody would believe that the grim and unapproachable Milind Mishra was scared of a 5'4 girl.
Maybe she would have some thoughts about Ms.Shah. But the only problem he wasn't allowed to talk business when she was around. That was the standing rule of their friendship. And although he might make a face sometimes he was grateful for that rule. He was back to being just Milind. He laughed more, teased more, didn't care about how the markets were doing and definitely didn't care about things going on at his many offices. He was back to being Milind from the chawl, carefree, fun loving and biggest challenge in his life was breaking the matki in the jnmashtami festival.
But now he had to deal with Ms.Shah. The woman was definitely intelligent. And the fact that she didn't put a fight only made the situation more intriguing. Was she just pretending to be fine with the take over only to pull some stunt in the future? Her behavior at her office was very peculiar. Far from putting his mind at ease it only made him more suspicious. Somehow he had a feeling that Ms.Shah was going to cause more turmoil in his life.