New SS: Love.... Pt33B pg143 13/07 - Page 5

Yipee im totally enjoying this ff.silent fighting of raman and ishita cracking me:-D:-D:-D:-D.i love your way of writing.continue soon

awesome updt sush i love it ishita win first round cont soon

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Originally posted by: nitii

Wonderful story..😳

I am sure he will grow on you.'

Like a bloodsucking parasite, Ishita silently derided🤬😆

she had adorned a loose t-shirt and baggy jeans,sneakers were brought yesterday from the most ghatiya dukaan of aarya nagar,The mud zealously appied and dried overnight with a hairdryer..what else she could do to annoy him..🤣Bechara Raman..OOPS he messed with the wrong one🤣

Ishita slid into the offered chair, purposely, stepping hard on Raman's foot. oh! I'm sorry.'..🤣🤣I love her..i just love her..😈

No harm done,' Raman responded, trying to ignore the throbbing toe..🤣🤣

Ishita clamped her lips tightly, holding on to the fake injured expression, hovering on her face..she is a total DRAMA QUEEN😆

The intention was not to mess, Ishita Iyer. But now I promise.. you shall be thoroughly messes with!' Raman softly declared with a glint in his eyes.. finally..welcome back RKB..😉

They both stared at each other unable to look away..i am looking forward to more of this😳

waiting for the next one already..😆

pls continue soon..❤️

It was too hillarious !
I love the way Ishita is annoying the Bad Boy. So now story would take a leap.
Love your writing style.

beautiful and sweet i enjoyd it alot continue soon.

Part 7 : EK hi Maqsad

(2 the present...)

Dil haara re, dil daara haara..' the song from Tashan blared jarringly, startling Ishita from her fitful sleep. God! Piya( niece)... you really need to get over this saifeena fetish!' Ishita grumbled, struggling to escape the tangled bedcovers.

Managing to shut the alarm off, as saif went down on his knee, for whatever reasons, Ishita hobbled to get the morning ablutions out of the way.

As she took a seat at the dining table, her mother noticed, Ishu, there are some dark circles under your eyes, dint you sleep well last night?'

kind of!'

you might be coming down with something. Take the day off and rest at home,' Appa suggest.

I'm fine appa, just one of those nights.'

Don't make any plan for tomorrow. Keep your day free.' Madhvi ordered.

tomorrow is Saturday. Apart from going to the gym, I'm at home the whole day mom.' Ishita heartily dug in her upma.

Her mother characteristically was about to grumble at Ishita's lack of complete social life than work, but Appa discouraged her with an imperceptible nod.

so what are we doing tomorrow?' Ishita asked, observing the silent communication between her parents. Even though different in personality, Amma and Appa were never distant. North pole and south pole did meet outside the boudoir.

we have to be at the airport tomorrow morning, to receive Toshi di and Raman,' her mother reminded.

Not wanting to gag, Ishita carefully swallowed the food in her mouth. Her first thought was throw herself in the bathroom, and remain barricaded there for the next few weeks. Yet she causally answered, Sure! I'm going to work. See you in the evening.' Swiftly, Ishita got up.

Ishu finish your breakfast,' Madhvi said.

Nah! It's not made right today.' Ishita already half out of the house, was doing some serious mental work. I have to get out and think of plan A, B... possible Z, to escape tomorrow's airport rendezvous.'

Appa went back to reading his newspaper. At appropriate intervals, he continued to nod at his continuously chattering wife, even though he had stopped listening to her quite some time back. The trick always worked. He was considering getting a patent for it.

Parking the car on the usual spot, flinging the half-eaten murku packet on the side and gripping her purse and files, Ishita got out. A loose paper fluttered to the ground. Tossing her hair out of the face, she squatted to pick it up. A frisson of awareness crept into her mind, as though, someone was watching; Ishita immediately glanced around and up but there was no one.

Stupid jittery nerves! Get a hold on yourself women!' she muttered, self-consciously grinning. Seizing the errant paper, Ishita briskly headed inside the office building.

Unseen, the angry eyes bore into her, from the tinted window of his new office. Once I am done with you Ishita, you will have nothing to smile about for a very, very long-time, fumed Raman Bhalla.

Simone, the PA, standing next to her boss, observed him stare intently, at the girl in the white salwar kameez. Working for Raman since the last two years, she understood his body language. Something about that girl filled Raman with quite cold rage"the kind she had never seen before.

Clearing her throat, she took a few steps away. Raman straightened from the window and lowered himself in the chair behind the flimsy desk. Simone, please make sure new furniture is here by Monday, whatever the cost.'

Raman, that is already in works,' simone replied, making her exit.

everything has gone as I planned,' Raman murmured. He and his PA, Simone D'Souza had arrived at the agency at 5 a.m., signed the final papers, making Ace Advertising Agency, a part of the Bhalla Empire.

As per his clear-cut orders, the entire take over had been extremely hush-hush. Paying Mrs. Mina Shukla, twice of what she had demanded, had insured her more than ample cooperation. At ten today, the ex-owner would hold a company meeting to introduce the new top dog.

Raman punched the intercom on his phone. Simone, have Ishita Iyer, the head of the desing department, in my office right away. Make sure she thinks its Mrs. Shukla she is coming to meet.'

The intercom on Ishita's phone buzzed. Recognizing the extension, 1212, Ishita put down her kurkure ka packet and immediately answered the phone. good morning Mrs Shukla.'

this is Simone, could you please come up? Boss wants to meet you ASAP!' the PA hung up, before the girl on the other end, could react.

Simone! Who the heck is Simone?' Ishita called out loudly, but there was no answer. Only losers and carpool floks come to work at seven and, sadly I am not carpooling, Ishita reflected. She quickly made her way up to the third floor.

Mrs Shukla's office.

As she stepped put of the elevator, a waiting Simone won the bet with herself; the girl in the white salwar kameez, after all.

Ishita saw the elderly plump woman, dressed in an expensive power blue business suit and sporting a trendy salt and pepper bob, come towards her. What is this chic-aunty doing here? Ishita wondered, feeling dowdy In her simple clothes.

Simone?' she politely offered her hand.

yes you must be Ishita.' Simone shook the young girl's hand, her expression bland.

Yup! Ishita Iyer. Is something the matter? Mrs Shukla never comes in before nine?'

The older woman ushered Ishita towards the cabin. The boss is expecting you, please go in,' she urged.

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Precap : Yes, ME! Your, worst nightmare come true!' Raman spritely got to his feet. His magnetic presence towered the room.

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till then sayonara, gud bye, see you all soon in next part with Raman and Ishita's 'aamna saamna'😉

hey.. not fair yaar..i was waiting for their confrontation..😆

So devil is up to take revenge...What happened to the lovelies what devil is upto? What revenge? Why Revenge ?
I want uodates...Lots of mystery and now waiting for fireworks tch tch meeting of devil and drama queen...
Continue soon ...
Thanks for pm. ..

Originally posted by: --abha--

So devil is up to take revenge...What happened to the lovelies what devil is upto? What revenge? Why Revenge ?
I want uodates...Lots of mystery and now waiting for fireworks tch tch meeting of devil and drama queen...
Continue soon ...
Thanks for pm. ..