Chapter 1 : Dillemma
"Ma'am, please. Anyone but not him," She begged Renu Ma'am, her senior.
"I am the senior here, Khushi. And you have to work with Arnav for this time too."
"But," she began to retort before Renu cut her off.
"You also know he is the best photographer we have," snapped Renu.
Khushi knew Renu despised her for getting Employee of the month title. But this far she had to go. Gawd, that guy was like inception on her brain. Working twice with the man was experience enough and she feared that the little amount of sanity that she reserved would demolish if she were to see him to the very least.
"But ma'am, he has the concentration span of a kid and that cam of his has more pic of girls than of our stuffs," she whined, the mere thought of him and his obnoxious ways annoyed her.
"Enough. You may go. You will work with Arnav for the next three months," she said, with finality engraved deep in her voice. She was in no mood of having a conversation like this especially when she knew that Khushi would never oblige to work willingly with the man and an argument on the topic would take years to conclude.
Khushi cursed Arnav under her breath. As she did so, the vaguest thought that maybe this was all Arnav's doing went past her. It was not something out of the blue for Arnav convince Renu if he really needed it. She grunted hard. Where the hell was that man?
She sank on her chair deeper. A figure crossed her and lifting her eyes alone, saw his victorious face. Of course, it had to be him.
He sat on her desk, resting his full self upon his right thigh. As she stared at him, his features took away a minute of Khushi's time of rants .
Those well built muscles, tough chest and tight shirt shaping his abs made Khushi want to hold on her breath and stare longer. He was perfect. She knew that but if she have any bit of soul, remaining in her she was not going to admit it. As much as she hated girls going gaga over this jerk, she never found a reason to blame them. He was as beautiful as can be. A hunk carved into pure flawlessness.
She wondered how he did that. Just sitting and driving her head into different wavelengths.
Snapping herself out of her internal girly dillemma, she glared at Arnav and opened her mouth to speak, but knowing well that he would turn her own words against her self, she shut up.
"Got something to tell me, right?" he said, innocently.
She shot him a murderous look. In a fluid motion, she got up, pushing back her swivel chair and was nose to nose with him.
"You better not play with me, okay? I am here to work. So either you can shut the hell up or I am just going to drive a knife through you. You know how happy I will be to do that," she threatened him. Her nose was red with her frustration. Oh yes, she was wildcat, if you haven't guessed it yet and with Arnav as a perpetual distraction of a prey, she was at her ferocious best at the slightest instigation.
She pulled back when the strange warmth radiated from her nose at its proximity with his own. If she was embarrassed, she made sure she masked it well. It, however, did not fool Arnav. He knew his effects of women well enough to capture the moment of weakness. His lips curved to form a wicked smile.
"Whatever it is, I am looking forward to it," he said, softly almost seductively.
Khushi's guts were making the strangest noises as she watched his silhouette walk away, whistling. The next three months was going to be as long as her entire 24 years of life, she was sure.
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Edited by Aubade. - 11 years ago
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