Abhi's Pov
"Sir shall we move to the conference hall" mohan asked
"Yeah. Mr Sharma welcome" I said welcoming a new business associate
"After you" he said
We both walked to the conference room. As I stepped in, everyone greeted me. V was also there.
Soon we started the presentation. I was sitting there very attentively but suddenly my sight fell to the pen on the table which was in front of me. It was not a pen. It's her pen. The same pen I.....
Fuck don't think that.....
"And that's all" the project manager said and a round of applause was heard.
"I would like to be the part of doing business with you Mr Rathore" Mr Sharma shook hands with me
"My pleasure" said shaking his hands back.
Soon we departed from the conference room and was heading towards my cabin. But I excused myself as Helen, the temporary head in my US branch called.
When I returned I saw Mrs Rathore walking to me with a smile fit on her face. I know this face. I will get a hug.
Why am I behaving like a teenager?
Fuck this is bad
As she was approaching me, she slipped on the floor and was about to fell down. I rushed to her. But she was caught my Mr Sharma.
His hands on her waist. Face inches apart. Her hands on his arm and eyes closed tight.
Fucking move....
I rushed to there.
"Ammu?" He asked, while making her stand straight
"Vivek?" She also asked.
"It's you. Ammu ki bachi" he asked again
Yes it's her but don't call her that.
"Vivek ki bache" she said and collected him in a hug.
Okay fine
It's critically restricted area
Move the fuck back
I immediately asked checking her from head to toe.
"Are you alright?" I asked
"Iam fine Mr Rathore" she said smiling
"You haven't changed a bit" He said slightly slapping her arm
"But you have changed. Changed a lot" she said hitting his arm
Why are you touching?
"Why are you here? I mean what brings you here?" She asked
"I am here for a deal. What are you doing here? In this partially professional outfit" he asked
"So it was you Mr Sharma?" She asked
"Yes Ms Murthy it was me. Answer me. Why you here?" He asked
Not Ms anymore
She is Mrs
Mrs Abhiraj Prathap Singh Rathore
"I am the CFO here" she said smiling
"What??? You did MBA?" He asked looking shocked
Why she couldn't do it without your permission?
Bitch
"Mm hmm" she hummed nodding her head.
"You silly bookworm" he said slapping her hands.
Don't touch....
And don't call her such names.
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