Chapter-12
Ruhaan was finally returning India today. It's been a month, since he was here, well technically more than a month, thirty five days. He didn't know how he felt about it....he had a queasy feeling in his stomach, he couldn't quite explain why his heart beats were accelerating with every step he took towards his destination. He couldn't explain his dry throat, although he took a sip of water after every single minute.
He put the ear buds on and listened to the only thing that soothed him these days. Her voice. It calmed him, no matter how riled up he was. The first two days were nothing short of torture here...then her message came. He wanted to call her as soon as he got her message, yet he didn't. He needed to sort out what was happening to him first. He knew it was a cowardly action on his part, the way he fled from India, without even confronting her once. He was not proud of his action and he was regretting it immensely.
However it was a necessary action too, for now, he was clear of his feelings. He had accepted the fact that he was attracted to her. He wanted her. Badly. And he was willing to have what he wanted. He will present her with the proposition he'd so articulately crafted.
He smirked thinking about her reaction. Yes, it's a good plan, he was quite sure of it now. But he wouldn't give her a single penny more than the offered price. He knew she was a gold digger, they all were. Just like his mother. But he wanted her and he was willing to pay the price. He knew she needed money, she didn't have a wealthy background, she lived with a woman who had adopted her. He'd paid to dug all the information about her. And now he knew that she won't be able to resist the Delicious price he was willing to pay....hell, she would've given it for free! He knew she wanted him too. Eighteen hours to go baby...thought Ruhaan with savage anticipation.
On the 30th day of the devil's departure, Mr Neil Merchant, partner of their company had arrived and she had been directed to assist him till the arrival of Mr Satan. He was a good man, Mr Neil. He was a partner of 40℅ in their company. Basically he lived in France and handled his work from their only, but due to this indo-french project he was needed here for some time. He was actually of Indian origine and a very handsome man in his mid thirtees. His behavior with Mishti was friendly and he gave her all the respect she deserved. He was quite fluent in hindi too, besides French English and Spanish. He loved Indian culture and was always so curious to know more.
"Good morning sir" said Mishti, giving him his coffee.
"Morning Mishti. So Mr Rajvanshi is arriving today with some of our French delegates and we have to receive them on the airport in"....he looked at his watch..."30 minutes....so we shall have to get going now." He finished and smiled at her.
Mishti's breathing stopped for a second but she managed to calm herself and said "yes sir"
They reached the airport on time. All the while Mishti never stopped fidgeting. She had classped her hands tightly on her lap and she was sitting so stiffly that Mr Merchant feared she might break her neck. What's wrong with her...? He wondered.. It had been five days since she was working with him and she never behaved like this once. In fact she was quite apt in her work and he liked her a lot. She was a sweet simple girl, he wished he was attracted to her, but he wasn't. His feelings for her were quite innocent and brotherly even. He had loved only one girl his whole life and that girl never reciprocated, in fact that girl never stopped running before that sucker Rajvanshi. He hated him sometimes, but he was one of his best friends and no matter how much he tried he couldn't begrudge him for Charlotte.
He saw Rajvanshi and five other Frenchmen coming their way, he went forward to shake their hands but he noticed something...... Well, well, well...so this was the case. Rajvanshi was eating Mishti up with his eyes....and Mishti was pretending to look anywhere but him. He observed everything and everyone. It was his curse and blessing both. And the moment he looked at them, he knew something was cooking between them.
He whistled and instead went beside Mishti again and put his hand around her shoulders and brought her close to him. He looked at Rajvanshi, he looked like he was ready to kill him. His feasts were clenched tightly and his nostrils were flaring dangerously. Good. Time for the taste of your own medicine doctor. Thought Neil amusingly.
"Let me introduce these gentlemen to you Mishti" he said sweetly. But Ruhaan stopped him in the middle
"No need, she's MY secretory and 'I' will introduce her" he said gritting his teeth. Neil gave him a challenging look and said wickedly
"But she's not. She's MINE now. Secretary, I mean" he added as if it wasn't necessary but he did as an after thought.
"She's NOT yours, asshole! She works for ME"
"And now she does for me. Simple" said Mr Merchant. What the hell were they doing! They were talking about her as if she was a commodity! And that too in her presence!
"That's enough, I work for Mr Merchant now. Mr Ahmad assigned me to him" said Mishti haughtily
"And I assigne Mr Ahmad. And I say that now you'll work for ME again so YOU WILL." said Ruhaan making it final.
"Let's go now" he said, took Mishti's hand and all but dragged her with him
Neil looked at them amusingly. That idiot Rajvanshi had never behaved like this before. He never gave a damn about any girl. Not even Charlotte. It was she who ran behind him always.but that didn't stop it from hurting him and for once he wanted him to feel the pain, he had. So he knew what he had to do now, he smirked and followed them
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