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Amidst the thundering rain a figure sporting an ill-fitting suit dashed inside the RR skyscraper, casting a quick glance onto the surroundings, it successfully managed to get into the elevator unnoticed.
The figure heaved a sigh of relief. Phase 1 of the plan was successful now onto the most crucial, phase 2.
Reaching the 23rd floor the figure hastily scanned the surroundings again, a few people here and there on the nearly desolate floor, rapidly making its way to the corner office, the figure sneaked inside unseen, only to be greeted by a breathtaking sight.
The office was huge, a dark walnut bookcase lining the entire left-hand wall with floor-length windows and a mahogany desk placed at the very center.
With quick strides, the figure made its way to the laptop resting on the desk. In calculated efforts, the system was debased with a trojan horse and the figure successfully gained backdoor access to the diskette.
Thereafter procuring the required data, and making sure no trace was left of its presence, the figure rushed out. Someplace in the back of its mind, it knew something was off, why else would everything go so smoothly? Shoving those thoughts aside the figure rushed to the elevator once again, thrilled that everything had worked out effortlessly. Once inside, the figure pushed the key to the parking lot.
As the elevator started descending, the figure-Pallavi slumped back in relief.
Pallavi Deshmukh was best described as hardworking, disciplined, compassionate, and obedient, agreeably the dream child of every parent.
If only her Aai had any inkling that her daughter had now broken about a dozen laws by entering a private domain and stealing classified information.
The circumstances demanded that she shed her cowardice and rise up to the challenge of saving their legacy, Deshmukh Saree Emporium.
But when had things worked out exactly in her favor, the elevator came to an abrupt halt on the 19th floor and the infamous Raghav Rao strolled in.
Fear flooded her being, what was he doing here? He was supposed to be in Mumbai for his business dealings.
She tried to bring her pulse rate down. This man had remarkable observational skills, one misstep, and her house of cards would come crashing down.
Everything had gone well, and she was in a disguise she reminded herself, all she had to do now was get out of the building undetected by him. It was a mammoth task, she knew and quickly sent a prayer to her Bappa.
But as fate would have it, he questioned her.
"What is your name?"
"Mandar", she spoke imitating a man's voice.
"And what are you doing here, Mandar?" Came the next question, putting unnecessary emphasis on Mandar.
Had he recognized her already? Nay, it can't be, she was dressed up as a man, with a beard and everything.
"I was here to procure some files" she spoke her well-rehearsed lie.
"I don't see you carrying any files"
"I meant data files"
Taking another step closer Raghav clasped her tiny hand in his gigantic one.
"Why are you so nervous Mandar?"
He took another step closer, "Is it because you are lying?"
"No! It's just a little warm in here"
"Of course. Here let me help you..."
And the very next moment he pulled off her fake mustache and beard.The wig came out next, and her glorious tresses dripped over her shoulders like smooth honey, leaving him positively stunned at their sheer beauty.
A gasp escaped her lips as all the last remains of calmness escaped her.
Bringing himself impossibly close, he leaned down and silkily whispered, "Next time you wish to dress up as a man sweetheart, try not to sway your hips, although I must admit you look absolutely sinful"
Heat rose from Pallavi's stomach to her chest. His lips were getting closer and her heart decided to skip a beat, the smell of him hypnotic beyond reason. She parted her lips and felt him washing over like a wave of warmth, curling her toes, unfurling all her senses as the taste of him nearly silenced all her thoughts. His lips were like summer rain, pouring over her as if they had the power to take away and give back life.
He pulled back, picked her up, and strolled out carrying her in his arms.
Belatedly she realized they were on the top floor, the floor where his penthouse was.
With each of his resounding footsteps, the panic inside her kept rising. He was pissed she could tell that with the way his breath was heavy, eyes narrowed and teeth clenched together.
As soon as he reached inside, Pallavi leaped out of his arms and rushed to the first open door. She was surprised that he let her.
She had to think fast of an excuse and a convincing one at that to save herself from getting trampled down by the raging bull aka Raghav Rao.
Chapter 2: Page 2
Pati Patni Aur Panga
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
