look, they followed closely behind.
'So, where are you headed from here?' Faisal asked Shambhavi, who was busy staring at the way Mr Datta's hair fell slightly over his shirt collar from behind. She tore her gaze away.
'I don't know. To grab a bite to eat, maybe? What time is it?'
'2:30 pm,' Faisal replied, checking his watch.
'No wonder I'm so starved. My internal alarm clock has been ticking since the last one and a half hours now.'
'What do you say we go somewhere together? Crown Palace is nearby?'
Shambhavi looked at him. He looked younger up close and maybe it also had something to do with the nervousness in his expression. He liked her. The realization struck her suddenly. All signs suggested that. She had been blind about the way he had been trying to get her attention and kept smiling at her. A small smile stole onto her face, too. She was flattered. Faisal was sweet and she did not see any harm in having lunch together.
'Sure,' Shambhavi said.
'Great. We'll let Mr Datta leave for the office and let's go to the restaurant?' Faisal smiled a genuine smile.
'I'll get my car,' she said, moving towards her dying Esteem.
'I'll get mine,' he said and turned towards his car.
'Faisal,' Mr Datta called him just then.
'Yes, Mr Datta?' Faisal rushed towards his boss-who was sitting in the back seat of his car-and bent down to speak at eye level to him.
'Go straight to the office, right now, and create the list of articles we'll need,' Mr Datta said curtly.
'I'll get to the office in an hour. I have to-'
'Did you not hear what I said?'
'I did, sir. But I haven't had lunch. I'll grab something quickly and get to the office as soon as I can. I assure you the list will be ready shortly,' Faisal said.
'Now, Faisal. Now. What is it in that word that you don't understand?' Mr Datta seethed.
'Okay, sir.' Faisal moved away from his boss' car and mouthed a sorry to Shambhavi, who had been watching the interaction. She nodded to let him know that it was okay. She felt sorry for him, as she watched him rush to his car and drive away, his ears red with embarrassment.
She knew she should have let it go, but she could not. She marched towards him. She saw his driver get out of the car and hold the door for Mr Datta, who got out, seeing her charge.
'You know that you are a monster, don't you, Mr Datta?' she asked, her jaw clenched.
'I do have an idea, yes.'
'Oh, you do? Well, I just wanted to make sure, in case no one else told you, seeing as you seem to own everything around you, living or non.'
'What do you mean, Ms Sen?' he cocked his eyebrow.
'I mean that just because the people around you have their paycheck depending upon you, they do not tell you what a jerk you are. I thought I should do the honours.'
'Thank you. That's very considerate. Now-get in the car.'
'Excuse me?' She was stunned.
'You heard it right. Get in.'
'What? But ... why?'
'The same reason why I asked Faisal to leave. And the same reason why I will leave my driver here-I want you all to myself.'
When we fight our hearts, to prevent ourselves from falling in love, the conflict is inevitably lost. The heart is already lost, long before the realization strikes.
rjun stole a look at Shambhavi, sitting in the passenger seat of his car. Even though he was the one who practically forced her to come with him, he still wished that she had refused. He knew she would not have; just the way he could feel that she was excited, sitting in the car, next to him. It almost oozed out of her, like a physical presence. Darn.
Ever since he had first met her, he had been trying to fight the instant attraction he felt towards her. He was not a man who believed in love, or more importantly, trusted it. He did not think he was even capable of loving. If they kept meeting, their professional relationship would eventually develop into something more. They would reach a point where he would have no idea how to control things from getting out of hand. And
'So, where are you headed from here?' Faisal asked Shambhavi, who was busy staring at the way Mr Datta's hair fell slightly over his shirt collar from behind. She tore her gaze away.
'I don't know. To grab a bite to eat, maybe? What time is it?'
'2:30 pm,' Faisal replied, checking his watch.
'No wonder I'm so starved. My internal alarm clock has been ticking since the last one and a half hours now.'
'What do you say we go somewhere together? Crown Palace is nearby?'
Shambhavi looked at him. He looked younger up close and maybe it also had something to do with the nervousness in his expression. He liked her. The realization struck her suddenly. All signs suggested that. She had been blind about the way he had been trying to get her attention and kept smiling at her. A small smile stole onto her face, too. She was flattered. Faisal was sweet and she did not see any harm in having lunch together.
'Sure,' Shambhavi said.
'Great. We'll let Mr Datta leave for the office and let's go to the restaurant?' Faisal smiled a genuine smile.
'I'll get my car,' she said, moving towards her dying Esteem.
'I'll get mine,' he said and turned towards his car.
'Faisal,' Mr Datta called him just then.
'Yes, Mr Datta?' Faisal rushed towards his boss-who was sitting in the back seat of his car-and bent down to speak at eye level to him.
'Go straight to the office, right now, and create the list of articles we'll need,' Mr Datta said curtly.
'I'll get to the office in an hour. I have to-'
'Did you not hear what I said?'
'I did, sir. But I haven't had lunch. I'll grab something quickly and get to the office as soon as I can. I assure you the list will be ready shortly,' Faisal said.
'Now, Faisal. Now. What is it in that word that you don't understand?' Mr Datta seethed.
'Okay, sir.' Faisal moved away from his boss' car and mouthed a sorry to Shambhavi, who had been watching the interaction. She nodded to let him know that it was okay. She felt sorry for him, as she watched him rush to his car and drive away, his ears red with embarrassment.
She knew she should have let it go, but she could not. She marched towards him. She saw his driver get out of the car and hold the door for Mr Datta, who got out, seeing her charge.
'You know that you are a monster, don't you, Mr Datta?' she asked, her jaw clenched.
'I do have an idea, yes.'
'Oh, you do? Well, I just wanted to make sure, in case no one else told you, seeing as you seem to own everything around you, living or non.'
'What do you mean, Ms Sen?' he cocked his eyebrow.
'I mean that just because the people around you have their paycheck depending upon you, they do not tell you what a jerk you are. I thought I should do the honours.'
'Thank you. That's very considerate. Now-get in the car.'
'Excuse me?' She was stunned.
'You heard it right. Get in.'
'What? But ... why?'
'The same reason why I asked Faisal to leave. And the same reason why I will leave my driver here-I want you all to myself.'
When we fight our hearts, to prevent ourselves from falling in love, the conflict is inevitably lost. The heart is already lost, long before the realization strikes.
rjun stole a look at Shambhavi, sitting in the passenger seat of his car. Even though he was the one who practically forced her to come with him, he still wished that she had refused. He knew she would not have; just the way he could feel that she was excited, sitting in the car, next to him. It almost oozed out of her, like a physical presence. Darn.
Ever since he had first met her, he had been trying to fight the instant attraction he felt towards her. He was not a man who believed in love, or more importantly, trusted it. He did not think he was even capable of loving. If they kept meeting, their professional relationship would eventually develop into something more. They would reach a point where he would have no idea how to control things from getting out of hand. And
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