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He paused in the midst of his task, surveying the small gathering of people who chatted merrily over the meal he was helping to serve. His affectionate gaze followed the tornado of activity that fluttered from guest to guest, inquiring after their needs. He shook his head, turning away to hide the small fond smile emerging on face.
"Waiter," he heard a voice call out, his head shot up, appalled and slightly furious at the assumption. His eyes shot accusingly to her shocked form, her eyes wide as she stared at him in horror. He studied her for a fleeting moment, the panic he saw flooding her eyes…amused him. Yes, amused him. He sniggered at first, his face breaking out into a full fledged smile as her eyes widened further, her stiff form falling limp to a point he feared she would drop the carrier of aloo she carried. He lumbered towards the source of all the scandal, eyes still focused on her worried face.
"How may I help you…aunty?" He asked, sweet as the sugar he was forbidden.
He sighed softly as she emerged on the stairs beside the sister she escorted. The pink and green sari he'd picked out was wrapped snugly around her curves. He nodded appreciatively as her hesitant eyes lifted to meet his, smirking as she blushed in reply, eyes falling to her feet again. He forced himself to stand still in his place at his brothers side, wishing he could walk up to hold her hand as she gracefully descended the flight of stairs towards them, then smiling as he realized he could. He brushed past his equally dazed brother, fearlessly striding towards the approaching forms as he ignored the tittering crowd behind him.
An arched eyebrow teased her as her traitorous feet halted, eyes widening in their familiar fashion at his bold approach. A broader smile formed on the usually taught lips as he held out his hand to the nervous figure, a charming wink gracing the soft hazel orbs to the amusement of her giggling companion. The caressing gaze fell to the plump lips being abused by her pearly whites. Tutting, he pulled her closer as they turned to continue the walk down.
"That's my job Mrs. Raizada," he whispered into the rosy ears, "don't worry I'll resume my duties soon."
Dear Jeejaji,
Thank you for your role in drugging my wife with bhang. It proved quite an adventurous night but I decided it was all worth it to see her face the next morning. I hope jail is treating you well, I promise to visit soon.
Sincerely,
Arnav Singh Raizada
The only thing that connected us really was one man. The one man that seemed to have nothing better to do then yell at us. Either he's on the phone with me, or he's yelling at her, or he's yelling at me AND her simultaneously.
He's a multi-talented man you see.
The thing is, I've never met my best friend, I don't even know how that's possible, but we talk all the time when I call the boss's house. For some reason or another she had always been there and ended up picking up the phone- because the boss never does.
We've been talking for months through the phone and I still call her my best friend, I didn't do it first! I swear!
She did.
A few months ago, she was all, "Amanji, it seems we only have one thing in common- Arnavji ko ya aapar hokum chalana hai, ya humpar, so we're like two peas in a pod! You could be my best friend Amanji, chalo, milke sehlete uss Laad Governor ko!"
She's adorable, that Khushi. Hilarious, and nice too, one of the best things to come out working for a kadoos "Laad Governor" boss like him.
I love my best friend, really, I love talking about how annoying the boss can be with her all the time, even after she abruptly ended up as said kadoos bosses wife.