Marriage Alliance

Chapter 9

Ishita's POV:

Rajkund is being an asshole and trying to find a pawn for him but Armaan was smart enough to confront me before picturing anything. Yesterday I got to know that he came back from vacation and as my mother said this toy was key filled and barked in the meetings of investors about me being the rich brat child trying me snatch his hard work. But in this meeting, he did a mistake taking his medicines which he consumes occasionally to control his anger and blood pressure. They are simple dopamine tablets but I'm going to frame them as drugs, I have a pharmaceutical business it won't be tough for me.

Investors and board members mentioned to me his eccentric behavior as he was sweating badly but claiming that he was fine and blamed me for his anxiety. Armaan caressed my cheeks to calm me and it did work; I don't know how things will be in the future, but I know he cares about me. Priya came inside my office and Armaan stood to leave I just stared at his back as he left, this is not good for me but then why does it feel so right.

"Ishita... Ishita..." Priya called my name bringing me back to reality I hummed in response and she passed me the file I asked her to. "Congratulations..." she wished me and I looked up at her in confusion, "For what?". She chuckled lightly, "For your wedding, obviously duh!" and quoted it sarcastically but how did she know? I cleared her doubt, "No it's nothing like that... just my father's immature unavailing attempt." She fluttered her eyes lashes, "But there is a news outlet published by your father and media is standing at the main entrance after your father announced about the wedding..." my eyes widen, Armaan just left if they clicked his pictures exiting my office then it will be a hell of a mess and will be hard to kill this topic in media, my sister's wedding.

"Oh, shit..." I rushed out of my office and pressed the elevator button but it didn't open. Impatiently I took the flight of stairs and ran downstairs, employee elevators were empty so I ran inside one and informed security to clear the media from the main gate. Exiting the elevator, I found Armaan walking towards the main entrance busy looking down at his phone. "Armaan...." I called his name and rushed towards him, he looked up at me in confusion and then stopped his feet.

A man tried to pass the security to click pictures, pulling Armaan with me I opened the door of the security room and pushed him inside closing the door behind me. But in this process, I pushed him pretty hard and his head came in contact with a metal rack in the security room. He growled holding his head, "What's the matter with you, some time you just stuff food unannounced in my mouth, dig your heel, and now smashed my head... fucking hell..." he rubbed his temple that hit the corner of the metal rack. I panicked seeing what I did it was serious as a little blood oozed out.

"I'm sorry... sorry... I'm really sorry, let me see it..." pulling his face towards me I examined him closely. It wasn't bleeding much but the wound was turning darker, peeping outside I called the guard asking for a first aid kit. Clearing his wound with rubbing alcohol, he hissed in pain blowing air on it he calmed. 

Applying antibiotic ointment I pasted a bandage on it as well, Armaan kept his eyes on me enjoying the process but it was my fault to push him that hard. "Next time if you ever come here use the private entrance and exit... okay..." he nodded like an obedient kid. Explaining to him the situation I apologized and allot my bodyguards to squad him out as he came here without his guards, so amateur.

Armaan's POV:

In my defense, I'm not an amateur as guards were surrounded outside her building. I don't like an army of bodyguards following me like flies and I visited her to talk with her privately. And she pushed me so harshly that I imbalanced hitting piles of files lying on the floor which just added to the incident. For the past few days, I'm trying to understand Ishita and till today I understood she's like a diamond, hard but brittle.