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“I sent him a text this morning ,e hasn’t bothered to respond, I am not going back to Delhi until I figure this out”

He can’t act as if he has not married her.
And hope he didn’t marry her just to punish her for standing up to him.

Originally posted by: Ereader

Kal Uncle ko kehna isi order mein inko baandhke Ma Papa ke ghar mein bhej de”. Meaning pls

send these to her parents home along with that other order.

Tell Harkeerat, tie up all these stacks of paper in this exact order (She has been busy the last three days, lining up sales receipts and transactions with bank deposits, and she has been arranging the products ordered from suppliers, she has been going through mountains of paperwork

She wants it all untouched and sent to Rajesh Bhushan's house

Nothing to do with the legal notice to Parashar asking for why the store room is being demolished. That was sent by Kareem Seth directly to Pradyut's local attorneys.

It has nothing to do with the daily operations of the store

Kal Uncle ko kehna isi order mein inko baandhke Ma Papa ke ghar mein bhej de” she said assuming it was Parveen

ma papa ke ghar.. waah.. ye shaadi ke baad automatically ho jata h kya ladkiyo ke saath? contract marriage me bhi its a huge step up subconsciously hi sahi but pradyut ke ghar ko ghar maanna

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She means Rajesh Bhushan's house NOT Dilli, she is in Chandigarh right now, she doesnt wnat anything sent to Dilli

Why would she expose her store's business to Pradyut? She hates him and thinks he is dangerous😃

Him & Her

“Its me!” he said with a wave

She was kneeling, she almost fell over a stack of papers

Composing herself she stood up, after exposing her completely bare back to him for many minutes

She pulled her pallu over her shoulder and clutched it in her left hand

“Yeah?” she demanded coolly

Looking at her buzzing phone on her Papa’s desk

“Busy?”

“Umm.. yeah, I am just going through with matching bank deposits. Credit card receipts with sales slips and good received (BOM) Bill of Materials”

“Inventorying? U mean?” he mocked gently

“No not quite actually”

Her eyes scanned his appearance furtively

He was looking at her openly

She was wearing what looked like large kundan jhumkas with copper color stones studded all over

The beautiful tussar silk saree looked paper thin. The bright green blouse, was a stunning contrast, she looked terrific he thought. He had never seen her in a saree before, he was blown away

“Oh, my bad, were you hoping to inventory next?”

“Are you here to check out of the unloading dock demolition is stalling my inventorying?”

She leaned on her Dad’s desk, cross her feet at her ankles, arms over her chest and asked coolly

“Oh yeah that!!” he muttered leaning on the door jamb

“Or did you come running to make sure the legal notice was sent indeed by me?”

“Oh I know you sent it”

“Oh good” she clapped her hands softly

Parveen peeked through the door

“Ma’am sign off hai, main jaaon?”

“Baaqi customer”

“Sabka sale ho gaya”

“Thanks, Parveen, yeh sab aap mere Dad ke ghar drop kar dogey?” “cab kar lo aap”

His face broke into a smile, he lived an hour away, this was SWEET

“Can we…” Pradyut began

“Not right now, sorry, a min” she brushed him off haughtily

“Yeh yeh aur yeh she lifted three stacks off the floor, gave him her parents address on a sheet of paper from a printer and handed it to him

“Ma’am money?”

She looked for her purse through the million clutter on her Dad’s desk and found and handed him Rs.1,000, and then gave him Rs.1,000

“Just in case”

“I don’t think you’ve paid me for chocolate chips” Pradyut chimed in

Her blood boiled over

“Oops! That might have to wait… I spent the last Rs.2,000” she smiled sweetly at him and handed Parveen the bills

He hauled the three neatly tied stacks to the cab in 10 minutes

Pradyut took a call, she looked at her reflection in the “rarest” book case inside Papa’s office

She looked disheveled and tired, not her best look

Her bun was messy in the morning for fashion, now it was REAL messy

She went on her knees and sorted through the fourth stack unmindful of him pacing the front hall

“K… can we talk?”

“sure”

She read every paper and put it in three different piles

“Can we talk?”

“I can multi task”

“I don’t care… can we talk…. PLEASE?” he was stern

Jerk! She cursed in her mind

Getting up

“Batao” she pulled her pallu closely around her shoulder

“I received your notice”

“Oh yeah” she nodded

“The dock is NOT part of your store” he explained coolly

Blood rushed to her face

“Bull shit” she cursed gasped

“Don’t believe me?” he pulled something up on his phone

“I DON’T… you are a building shark, you expect me to believe ANY document you produce is genuine?” she was flabbergasted

He was angry too

“Would you like to hear from the person who sold it to me?”

“My Dad is dead” she was horrified though she didn’t cry

He dialed a number, Mr Singh, can you please confirm you signed the conveyance deed?”

He handed the phone to her her body was shaking in anger

She didn’t care

He hit speaker

“Heloooo jeee” it was Ajit Singh alright, the man who refused to take her call citing vacation was suddenly live

“Can you please say it out loud?”

“Jee jeee…. Aapko MAINE dee conveyance deed, store room Satnam Builders de naa vich tha… and he went on to say a whole paragraph of words

Taaruni could not believe it

“AAPNE Papa ko kaha yeh jagah unki hai?”

“Ajee your Papa was a GENTLEMAN, aap samjha karo, humne good faith mein onanu store room de ditta see… room is MY PROPERTY”

She didn’t know who to believe

This all seemed SO wrong

If the store room is gone? How long before the store is gone too?

She looked at Pradyut with mistrust

“Thanks Mr Singh” Pradyut held her gaze and cut off the call and stepped up toward her

“Were you doing these machinations behind my back that’s why it took you three days to respond?” she asked him in horror

“No absolutely not, I gave orders to demolish it to make a glass elevator shell in that spot, AFTER he sent me the deed, which was way before our wedding”

Her face turned red when he said “OUR wedding”

“It was a sham… there is no OUR” she accused

“May not be… but I follow rules”

“I called the guy to sort it out he didn’t answer, and you get him in a SECOND?”

He shrugged carelessly

“You show up three days later to rub my face in dirt?” she could have murdered him with her bare hands the humiliation she felt was off the charts

I was in a off the grid scuba vacation in the Andamans with a guy that wanted me to go off to the retreat before he would sign on the dotted line

“So you ARE GAY?” she scoffed

“No I am not… I didn’t go to bed with him I played along so I could get his land” “I saw Parashar’s email about the notice this morning, and flew down”

She blushed harder when he said that

She imagined him without a thread of clothing writhing in bed

“You are three days late Taaruni, you cant visit Chandigarh in February

“Awwww…. Sure” she bowed her head in mock fear

“February & March” he said with satisfaction… slowly breaking up the month names enunciating

“I am going to visit, try and stop me” she goaded him

He closed the gap

“Do you dress up for work like this?” he was astonished

“Why? Only Towers Partners is allowed to have a dress code?” she sneered

“It’s a stunning saree” he was in awe

“jao yaha se” she ordered weakly

She was clutching the pallu chastely in front in her left fist

Her heart pounded like a sledgehammer

He bent forward and tugged the bottom of her right jhumka with his teeth, liquid heat exploded in her belly as she tried to clench her legs together to kill her own arousal, letting go of the covered pallu accidentally, as she tried to hold on to her Papa’s desk with her left hand

The gauzy silky copper cloud of a saree slid back off her shoulder, and she felt his cool left hand on her completely bare back

Her hands slippery and sweaty as she tried to clutch the desk behind her, she could feel the tension quivering in his whip cord muscles as he happily proceeded to have her arch back to avoid him, his right hand held her cooled by sweat waist, “No” she yelped as she almost fainted at the gush of pleasure, when she felt his thumb feel the edge of her blouse on her chest

His prickly jaw rasping across her chin as he devoured his way from his first ever destination under her right ear down to her collarbone and cleft area

“Pradyutttt” she begged, finally holding his waist with both hands in a firm grip, her eyes closed her mouth wide open, gasping for air somewhere on his pec… later realizing where her mouth was, when he groaned out loud in pleasure at her unintentional pleasure giving

She felt his left pinkie and thumb pulling the lower of the two sets of drawstrings, like it was a violin chord… sending shockwaves of pleasure through her chest

His right hand traveled down on her belly and his fingertips grazed her fully visible navel seductively, she pulled away arching in pleasure

He used the chance to grab her chin firmly and, bent his head blotting out the world, his mouth closing down on her trembling lips, sealing in her ragged breath… invading with his fiery velvet tongue.

Nisha, you proved my doubt to be wrong.

Can I demand for one more ?

Happy to know that he wasn’t insensitive.

And he is killer, one way or other.

No Nisha I was referring to the fact that she said maa papa ke ghar instead of ghar or mere ghar.. that transition is so easy for girls after marriage even for a contractual one

Waiting to know his reply to her question as to why did he kiss her !!!!!