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Chapter 4
Geet tugged the sleeves of her tunic down over her hands as she followed Pinky outside of the bedroom and into a long corridor. After being advised that Maan wanted to see her immediately, Geet had stood up from the bed on shaky legs. She was innocent in all this, couldn’t Maan see that?
The women’s footsteps were muffled as they walked down the plush carpet. Pinky led Geet to the end of the hallway and then up a staircase. They exited onto a landing adjacent to a large kitchen, where Geet could see a chef’s coat draped on a hook. Geet’s appetite had completely vanished. She thought of the soup, untouched, that Pinky had brought her.
They made their way up another staircase, then another, and down two twisty halls. The house was practically a maze, but an opulent one. Geet caught glimpses of undoubtedly expensive artwork framing the walls and carefully weaved rugs covering the hardwood floors. “How do you know where you’re going?” Geet whispered.
Pinky waved her hand. “Adi is Maan Sir’s right-hand man, so we are over here at the house all the time. Don’t worry, we’re almost at Maan Sir’s office.”
After a few more paces, Pinky stopped in front of a set of large wooden doors. Geet took a deep breath, steeling herself as Pinky knocked.
“Come in,” came a gruff voice from behind the doors. Even though she had only spent moments with him, Geet would recognize Maan’s deep, authoritative voice anywhere.
Pinky opened the left hand door. Her nerves practically shredding in real time, Geet followed Pinky inside.
Maan’s office, dim and brooding, matched its owner. An enormous mahogany desk dominated the room, which was paneled with dark wood walls. Maan himself was sitting behind the desk, a thin stack of papers in front of him. Geet noticed that he had changed into new, dry clothes, nearly identical to his previous outfit. He was wearing reading glasses, which somehow only made him look more ominous.
The gun beside the stack of files wasn’t helping matters.
A woman in a short black dress was perched on Maan’s desk, and she was twirling a strand of her waist-length black hair. Her lips, painted fire-engine red, immediately twisted into a frown when the two women entered.
Maan looked up at Pinky and Geet, then leaned backward in his high-backed chair. “Finally,” he said shortly. “Pinky, the driver is waiting to take you home now.” He laid his hand on the bare thigh of the woman sitting on the desk. “And you also go home, Sameera. The driver will take you.”
Sameera pouted. “But I just got here.” Her voice was husky, full-bodied.
Maan squeezed her thigh. “Out,” he said simply.
Looking annoyed, Sameera lowered herself from the desk and sauntered to the doorway. She ran her gaze down Geet’s body, then rolled her eyes and brushed rudely past Pinky.
Giving Geet’s hand a squeeze before following Sameera out the door, Pinky whispered, “Good luck.”
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Edited by kumari3 - 4 years ago
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