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That was enough! He pushed back his chair in aggravation.
Maan Singh Khurana had reached his boiling point while the object of his wrath was totally unaware of it. She was busily chewing on the ends of her pencil in the connecting office, not even aware of the havoc her innocent acts were causing him.
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A few minutes later it was all decided.
His arguments had encountered the brick wall defense of Daadima.
Why oh why on earth could he not have a normal Daadima like the rest of the world? One who baked cookies and made sweets and thought the earth rotated on its axis just for her grandson.
"Grow up Maan!" that had been the verdict.
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It was bad enough that she had not apologized for being rude and sassy to him. If not for his self afflicted vow of not being in her presence, he would have made sure and lectured her on the proper code of conduct with a boss. It was still on his to do list.
As he passed by her office, situated inconveniently between his and Daadima's he was glad that she was not in there.
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