What happens when India's best advocate lays his eyes on the innocent intern, Aaradhya Das?
What happens when an intern falls in love with her boss?
Read, 'Legal Heartstrings' to find out.
In the bustling city of Delhi, the accomplished lawyer Rohan...
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It was quite a unique sight, everything was so elegant. The best part of the evening was the smile on the faces of my family members.
"I want to be like you when I grow up. We'll match our lawsuits and will attend the hearings together."
"Wow, I'm so honoured. There's no bigger honour than hearing my son wanting to be like me. But lawsuits are different, it's an advocate's gown"
"Yeah, that's what I meant."
The incidents from my childhood were running through my mind, when papa took me to our law firm for the first time, that's when I decided that I wanted to be like him.
I felt the lump in my throat when I saw maa and dadi. The smiles on their faces bring warmth to my heart.
I tried to distract my mind and that's when Aaradhya's ignorance caught my mind.
Yesterday, after she left with Tushar, I shifted her to the legal department where she'll be in front of me the whole day.
Don't ask why.
Later, I called to inform her about the same and to apologise for shouting at her.
But she didn't pick up my call.
I called her thrice.
FUCKING THRICE.
I looked at Aslan and eyed him to meet me outside.
I can't handle this much attention, it's fucking suffocating here. Informing Maa about me going outside, I stepped out of the hall and my eyes saw the most beautiful sight.
I was breathless.
Hypnotized.
She was standing there, wearing a black dress, the bodycon dress flaunting her curves. She's a literal goddess.
"Yes, I'm here," Aslan spoke hitting on my shoulder.
"Go and tell Aaradhya, I'm calling her."
"Why?"
"Just do as I say."
"You're very desperate." He commented.
Am I?
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"Good evening sir," she spoke as she came towards me and I just stared at her, she looked sick.
"Hi Ms Das, you look sick. All okay?" I asked my gaze stuck on her face.
"The smell makes me nauseous." She whispered.
"Of?" I asked. I've applied my favourite Versace perfume.
