Note about update:
This will have Aman and Anjali history.
Aman will be playing a pivotal role in this story.
So this is important too.
Please refrain from complaining that there was not enough of arhi in the update.
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Chapter 7
He cared for her. Hell! Who was he kidding?! He loved her! But she was married. And to what a man! Aman snorted as he frowned to himself. All his adult life, he had to practically push women off of him and then finally, he had to fall in love with a married woman. Seeing his mom have an affair had made him feel so disgusted that he had left everything behind and moved to India. How could he get involved with a married woman now? That was not the problem, though. She seemed equally interested. And that did not matter too. Because he was the only one who knew that she never considered this marriage - never really considered anything but her family and most importantly, her Chotay - yes, he knew his boss's endearment! She was living a lie and that bas***d of a husband, instead of learning about his wife, was busy doing something which had made Anjali doubt him. Aman was curious to know what had triggered Anjali's doubts about Shyam Jha.
Anjali. Aman sighed and let the thoughts about her engulf him. The first time he had seen her... There had been a board meeting after he had started to work as Arnav Singh Raizada's executive assistant. All his family members were there and he had seen this silent woman whom everybody took care of. But she had been grim all the while, and after the meeting was completed and everybody had left, he had gone with ASR to report something about a new deal. ASR had asked him to transfer whatever money his sister required and Aman had come back to the conference room to witness what happened next. "Aap aise kaise keh sakti hai, Rani Sahiba? Humein woh paise urgently chaahiye. Varna hum thodi na poochte! Humara hi tho company hai. Humne kabhi socha nahi ki aap aisa kuch kahengi!" he had exclaimed and left. The moment the door clicked shut, Aman had heard her mutter angrily, "Uska company?! Like hell, it's his company! I'm not giving one phooti f**king kaudi to him!"
She had turned towards him and walked two steps, her limp prominent, as she did not try to hide it, making his eyes move to her legs. "Who the hell are you? And what are you starting at?" Anjali had questioned with an angry frown, when she had seen him. Aman had silently pointed with his chin, at her handkerchief which had fallen down when she had stood from her chair. Before she could even try to retrieve it, he had picked it up for her. "I'm Aman. ASR's assistant, and yes, I would have done the same for any woman." He had seen understanding arise in her eyes. She understood that he was a gentleman - by default. "ASR asked me to transfer whatever amount of money you asked for, to your account."
"Like you might have heard from the conversation I just had with my patidev, and my monologue, I am not giving a single dime of my brother's hard earned money to that bas***d." Anjali said in a matter-of-fact voice, not realizing that she was exposing her true self to him. Maybe it was the fact that he had been a stranger and did not have anything much to do with her life. "As you say, ma'am." Aman had said, and she had questioned, her voice laced with apprehension, "What will you tell Chotay?" That had made him realize that not anyone - not even her Chotay - knew about this secret in her life. And that had made him say, "I could transfer the money into your personal account." That way, ASR would know that Anjali had taken the money, and Shyam would not get any. A flash of awe had passed in Anjali's eyes and he had felt mighty proud of himself. She had simply nodded and left. "I have a thing for wickedly intelligent men, Aman..." She had murmured at the door. It had become a ritual since then. Her parting words would give Aman something to ponder over. And she always said that just before she stepped a foot out of the door. Aman smiled endearingly now, and his smile turned into a smirk as he wondered that little did she know that bad girls were his he turn-ons. And Anjali was... "it" for him, he had known since long. But she was married and he would keep his distance, he had decided. That decision though, had never made him stop her from doing whatever she wanted to do with him.
They had been... friends - if you could call them that - for months, since that opportune incident. She had stormed to his cabin once, seeing the key bunch on his table, she had asked if the key was his apartment's. He had simply nodded and it had become her possession. His apartment, since then had been her therapy session. When she felt too exhausted of living the way she lived, and she wanted to rant about something, she would come over. Aman always heard her out, giving his frank answers when she asked his opinion about something. And gradually his apartment had turned into their private alcove. Hidden from the world, which thought Anjali Singh Raizada to be a naive woman - and she was anything but.
He remembered that one time she had made herself vulnerable and made clear what she wanted of him. She had simply walked into his apartment, and when he had secured the door and turned to her, she had embraced him with all the passion in her, her intentions immensely clear. It had taken all of him, to break himself off of that hug and say in a deadpan voice, staring at the wall behind her, "Mrs. Jha. How may I help you today?" She had gasped and taken a step back. Throughout the history they shared, she was his Anjali. In fact she had told him that he was the only one who called her just that. No "Anjali bitiya", "Anjali-ji", "Di", or definitely no "Rani Sahiba". She looked hurt and she had left. And that had been the end of her frequent visits. Now, she visited when it was only inevitable. And she made sure that he knew that she was still very mad at him for what he had done, with her sharp tongue. How he missed her smart ass mouth, her takes on this sadistic world, and her rants about how stubborn her brother was - as if he already did not know that!
"Careful, Aman. Or else I might think that you actually care about me." Her words singed his mind each time he thought about them.
Busy with these thoughts he was, when his boss called him. "Aman. I want a favor from you." Arnav got to business directly. Like sister, like brother! Aman rolled his eyes and guessing that Arnav would be calling for the file signed which was required to be checked for tomorrow's presentation, he said that he had double checked it.
"Uhm..." was the reply for Aman's assertion making him wonder, Arnav Singh Raizada had just fumbled?! This should be... fun! "I want a personal favor, Aman... I want you to gather as much information about a person as possible. Ask Mr. Shetty to look into the banking details from his account too. I want all possible information."
'Let me guess. Shyam Jha.' Aman thought drily, even as he asked, "Who is it, sir?"
"Shyam. Shyam Jha."
A moment's pause came from Aman's end - for the sake of formality - before he stated (not questioned), "Your brother-in-law."
"Yes."
Aman - quiet obviously - could not tell his boss that he had all intel on the man right at that moment. Or he would have to explain how and why he possessed such information. Anjali did not want to share it with her brother yet, Aman knew, and hence he said, "Give me an hour, and your job will be done, sir. I shall talk to you at work? Would you like me to freeze all his bank accounts?" Arnav knew not as to what Aman had against Shyam. But he whole-heartedly agreed to that suggestion.
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Khushi had announced at the table that she would leave as soon as Payal and Akash keft for their honeymoon in Mauritius, and Arnav had immediately announced that as soon as he dropped his brother and the new bride at the airport, he would, on the way, drop Khushi at her place. Khushi's house was on the other side of the city and that was a different matter - a matter which no one dared to say out loud! After they dropped their respective siblings at the airport, and were driving back, Arnav asked Khushi, "You do remember that you'll be marrying me soon - in front of everybody - don't you?" Khushi frowned, unable to see where he was going with this question, and nodded. "Didn't you think of that when you were teasing and annoying the crap out of your sister? She'll soon have loads of opportunities to do that to you." Khushi was thoughtful for a while, before she shrugged and countered, "If you think that by being diplomatic, you will be spared, you have a thing coming! You know how our families are. Even Akash jiju won't give up a chance of teasing you. After all you are the rakshas who makes him work day in and day out."
"I don't do that!" Arnav muttered indignantly, and adjusted his arm more towards her when he felt her lay her head on his shoulder. He soon stopped the car and Khushi saw that they were in the parkade of AR Designs. She turned to look at him questioningly, but Arnav had already got out of the car and was getting her out too. "Aman ke saath kuch baat karni hai. We'll go out later." Khushi nodded and walked next to him.
As they stood in the elevator, Khushi questioned, "Baad main, humein kahan le ja rahe hai, Arnavji?" Arnav clicked his tongue in irritation as he groused, "Why do you still call me Arnavji? Why can't I be just Arnav?" Khushi hugged his arm even more tightly, remembering their little challenge - which had been declared... textually! She asked, pointing to the red knob in the elevator control panel, "What does this do... Arnav?" Arnav, surprised for a second that she had complied with his request so sooner, looked at the knob and had just informed that the elevator will stop, when he saw her do it. The elevator jerked to a stop and he felt himself being pushed to the near end of the wall and his head being bent a little as she stood on her toes and started her dizzyingly passionate kiss. Khushi's hands freely roamed in his hair, disheveling his perfectly gelled style. And just as he had started to respond, she pushed the emergency stop knob again and straightened herself and her clothes just as the door opened. Khushi saw Aman right in front of the door, staring with a mild surprise, at his boss's hair, which never usually dared to go out of place - never ever!
As soon as they stepped out of the elevator though, Aman schooled his expression and greeted his boss with a polite smile, "Morning, ASR." He turned to Khushi next, his smile turning warmer as he wished, "Congratulations, Khushiji..." Khushi thanked him and then the thought of how he had known about their prospective engagement, entered her mind. She looked up at Arnav with the same question in her eyes, but he simply shrugged, preparing himself to hear what Aman had to say regarding Shyam.
The games were yet to begin...
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Edited by -_-harsh42 - 13 years ago
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