BILLIONAIRE'S IRRESISTIBLE TEMPTATION

SHOT 63

Parinidhi's pov!

"What's the deal with you and Mr Raichand?" Laksh asked and I froze for a moment. How did he figure it out? We didn't even speak a word to each other today.

"What deal? What are you talking about?" I asked with a casual shrug of my shoulders, pretending as though my heart wouldn't burst out any moment.

"I don't know, cupcake. That's why I am asking you. He has been glowering at you and me both since he saw you there. What's his problem with you? Because definitely the problem isn't with me since he had been speaking casually with me until he spotted you." Laksh said with a confused frown.

"He hates me," I said with a shrug. What else was I supposed to say?

"He hates you? Why in the hell? Why would anybody hate someone as adorable and cute as you, Nidhi? Everyone loves you." Laksh said, unable to hide his astonishment.

"Because I am a 'middle class' woman with no status." I said air quoting the word middle class.

"You gotta be kidding me. Is he nuts? How does being middle class warrant hate?" Laksh asked in total bewilderment.

I just shrugged. I don't have answers to his questions.

"He is a complicated man to understand, Laksh. Let's not waste our time on the impossible." I said, wanting to put a stop to this conversation.

"When we bid goodbye, he looked at me as if I killed his favourite puppy and he would like nothing more than hunting me to death," Laksh said, shuddering as though he could still feel the lasers Siddharth threw his way just before they left. I can totally relate because I have been at the receiving end of his glowering eyes many times.

"To think that, I will have to work with that man..." Laksh trailed off in horror.

"Well, he hates anything and everything related to me," I said, trying to hide my pain behind a smile.

"Then he needs serious help," Laksh said in exasperation.

"Leave it, Laksh. Let's leave." I said and sighed in relief as Laksh nodded believing every word I said and started the car..

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Siddharth's pov!

I paced back and forth in my bedroom, trying to figure out why the hell I felt as if the ground was slipping from beneath my feet.

So what if she is engaged? What if she is getting married? What if she is wearing the ring of that man? How is that any of my bl**dy business?

As the vision of that ring appeared in my mind, along with that of the man's hand on her shoulder, I felt a blinding rage pass through me.

Why does it matter? Why, damn it?

Why is everything related to her bothering me? She is no one. She means no one to me. She shouldn't mean anything to me.

"Arghhh!" I let out a curse as I kicked the small table in the corner in anger.

The best thing to do will be to go to Rey Designs and immerse myself in work rather than thinking about her.

I was about to walk out of my bedroom, when an excited Bhavna came in wearing an Anarkali suit. I have only ever seen her in modern dresses. First time, she was coming in front of me wearing something ethnic and it blo*dy hell reminded me of Parinidhi Vyas. Because she always wears such anarkali suits.

And it was like showing a red rag to a bull.

"Sid, I am ready for the date. Dadi gifted me this dress. How am I looking in it?" Bhavna asked excitedly.