That Girl
Dare to Dream..
Riya's pov:
I stormed upto him and grabbed his collar..
"Samjhate kya hain aap apne aap ko?"
"Your Boss! And I liked your work yesterday so that's a reward for you. As simple as that."
"I don't want this. I want that matchbox cubicle back."
"Woaah! Why?"
"Because. I don't want people to utter shit that I got something because of my Dad's reputation. I don't live with him anymore. He doesn't even talk to me anymore."
Tears rolled down my cheeks and what did I blurt out?
I ran away to washroom.
I washed my face again and again to shoo away those thoughts.
"I know, you don't glam-up yourself. No make-up! But you don't need to prove that."
I turned around and saw him standing at Washroom's gate.
I gawked at him.
"Now you better step out because I don't want to enter a Girls' Washroom. That won't really suit Vishwajeet until its walking in with a bombshell.", He winked.
And I laughed at him.
"So... Stay here for today...Your cubicle won't be repaired since partition is gone but see one thing can be done. I will shift back in here and you can have the same cubicle space again with false walls? Okay?"
"Non-transparent non-glass false walls", I narrowed my eyes at him.
And as expected he laughed at me.
"Yes! Yes! You aren't my type anyway. I won't check you out.", He boasted.
"Oh please! You did that yesterday already." I retorted in reflex.
And that got awkward.
"Now...Do your work!", he ran away.
He sent me an E-mail which had all the details of the work I was supposed to do.
And I started doing that, there only.
I made a mental note by correcting myself, "Good-looking asshole, yet caring!"
I was happy.
Nice apartment.
Great job.
Non-pain-in-ass boss.
And just like Hazel Grace said, every beautiful thing has a Hamartia.
There was a hamartia in this too.
My parents weren't there with me!
*To Be Continued
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