Now she felt seriously stupid
This could have been done over text
Ughhhh… Taroooo
“Umm.. I wanted to know if I can pay the overdue rent, umm later?” “I mean in May?”
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Receiving attention
His face lit up when he saw her. He looked distracted but very ready to mingle.
He clicked a pen furiously deep in thought…
“I can come back later” she mumbled
“No that’s fine.. Taara… stay” he growled
Typing on his keyboard, turning his monitor around, leaning over the visitor side of his modern white desk
“No seriously”
“Taara sit”
“Mera naam Taaruni hai Pradyut” she sat down slowly, embarrassed people around here were goingt o overhear that fond twist
He was still bent over his keyboard, he tilted his head sideways and his lips twitched
“We can talk about that too… so you should just stay put, sorry will finish this email quick”
The gentle not vicious mockery made her blush
“No I am serious” she almost stomped her foot
He went back to typing
“Prady—”
He answered his phone “Yes I am working on it right now, give me 10” “Talk to Dad he might know, ……….(listening) got it thanks”
She got up impatiently and walked over to his desk
He just typed thoughtfully, erased some lines and typed again
“I gotta go” she told him quietly
“waittt” je grabbed her wrist
He saved a draft and turned to her
Still holding her wrist
She tugged
“K all done” he walked toward the white couch
“I am done I have to say nothing” she sat gingerly, he sat really close to her
“What did u say to me?” “Forgot”
He was lying tho
“Mera haath chhodo Pradyut”
“was that it?” he leaned back lazily and roved visually over her face
“Umm..hmmph” “I mean… I came here” “to say”
She looked at his face
He was laughing at her
“Are u recording me Pradyut? Is that why you are flirting?” she tugged her arm, prying his grip with her free hand
He laughed hysterically
“Why would I do that?”
“I am not the cr (criminal?) Legal legal mastermind here” she scowled
“Doesn’t even make sense taara… why would I record you in my office?” he was still laughing between taking deep breaths
“Mujhe kya pata… hoga tumhara koi reason, Pradyuttt” she insisted trying to free her hand
“Say my name 28 times u can have ur hand”
She looked at him like he had lost it
They gazed at each other quietly
“tumhara naam lene se mujhe punya milega kya?” she questioned cracking herself up
“You never know… ur coffee nook could be a huge success” he muttered gazing through almost closed eyes
“I can say it a 100 times, if I can have my store”
“It loses its power after 28” he whispered
“Praddyut” she whispered pulling as he let go, when someone knocked
“Yeah?”
It was Ria…
“Ur Noon is here”
“Shoot!!” he cursed softly
“Can I get time till Juneish?” she asked quickly trying to get off the couch
He placed an arm across her belly disrupting her motion
“Whoaa… why June?”
He really didn’t care for a dime from this transaction, he just wanted her tangled with him..
And sometime in the future… hopefully SOOOON… (cursing mentally) tangled in bed
“I am planning to spend on the store” she wasn’t even convinced herself
“how much money is 8 chairs and a coffee server?”
His arm lay across her thigh
“I don’t know”
“U need help Taara with buying chairs?” he mocked
“Hato” she growled
He gently pulled his arm away, and laced his hand with hers
“no… I can do my own Google searches” she got up swiftly, turned to free her hand
“Dinner tonight at 7, will send someone to pick u up”
“Restaurant mein khaane se tum decision le paaooge?” she rolled her eyes at him
“Someth… like that”
Knock on the door
“Pradyutttt”
“7 taara”
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