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As Sharvi hurried upstairs to retrieve her luggage, Parth's heart raced with anticipation.He had casually informed Sharvi that he was on his way to pick up Kabir, hoping to persuade her to accept his ride.
In truth, he had no knowledge of Kabir's return schedule, not even the approximate time of his flight's arrival. The only thing that he knew was that Kabir was due back today from his business trip in London.
He despised lies, and it pained him even more when he had to speak untruths to people close to his heart, just as he had done in front of Sharvi.
Lies and deception were never his style, but his unrequited affection for Sharvi had occasionally driven him to orchestrate situations just to capture her attention and savor her company.
Suddenly his phone rang. With deft fingers, he hurried outside, picked up his phone to find his personal assistant calling.
"Good morning, Sir," the assistant greeted him.
"Morning.", Parth replied.
"Sir," the secretary inquired urgently, "when will you arrive? The video conference with Patidar and the team is still pending. Additionally, we have a meeting scheduled with Mr. Bajaj."
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