✧It all started with a slap✧
╰┈➤ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝑺𝒆𝒉𝒈𝒂𝒍
She is beautiful, smart, and an introvert who has no problem putting others in their proper places. She is selfless and compassionate and prioritises others before herself.
She is trying...
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Right now, everything is moving along perfectly. I did not even realise a week had passed—it was so blurry.
Thankfully, I am back on track with my work and have begun to focus more on it.
Chandini and I have been spending more time together than usual, and she frequently comes to the office to assist me and reduce my workload. She has been a fantastic company to work with, not only for me but also for my employees.
Everyone in the building adores her and eagerly awaits her arrival so that they can speak with her.
She has made some good friends here.
I am thinking about giving her complete control of the charitable organisation.
My mother founded all of these organisations before she died, and they are all run by the Kapoor's. She wanted to help as many people as she could in her lifetime, and she did help numerous people. Now I look after them, but running a full-time business makes it difficult.
And Chandini is doing fantastically well, picking up on everything quickly. I do not think she would have any trouble handling the work.
The aunt is undergoing psychiatric treatment because she showed no remorse for abusing her children to the point where they were afraid to even look at their mother, and her uncle has been imprisoned for about ten years. They have both been charged with massive penalties that will take years to pay.
The twins are still living with Samay and Barkha, and they appear to be content, which pleases me.
"Rudra?" I raise my gaze to meet the most stunning pair I have ever seen.
She rushes in, closing the door behind her and walking towards me. The incredible ringing of her anklets echoed in the silence, and they came to a halt as she stood in front of me.
"What happened? Is there something bothering you again?" she asks, putting an envelope on the desk and then bringing her hand forward into my hair.
Her fingers stroked my scalp, sending a soothing sensation through my head. I could not help but lean forward, pressing my head against her stomach as she ran her fingers through my hair.
After a minute, I raised my head and met her concerned, yet warm, gaze. "Nothing happened. I was just thinking of something." I said it with a slight smile, and she returned the smile.
Chandini turns to sit, but I grab her hand and she looks at me with questionable eyes.
"Sit here," I said, referring to my lap, and she chuckled as she lightly shook her head, but she did not argue.
She pointed to the envelope and said. "It was at the reception, so I took it with me. it has your and your mother's name, with the building's address."
She took it out and started reading. I waited for her to tell me what it was, but she remained silent and stared at it.
"The old nursing home in your mother's name requested funds for renovations and other needs."
