"Three months dating contract," I laugh. "You want me to sign this contract on what basis?" I change my tone a little. I forget I was respectful with him a while ago, before reading this shit.
Is he out of his mind. He called me here to sign this st...
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“Bastard,” my anger burst down on the glass, and the pieces of it shatter on the office’s floor. Saurav shut his face watching my anger coming out for the first time. I have never acted like this before. Maybe cause I never experienced this much temper.
He’s trying to beat my nerves, trying to win against me. But I’ll not let him win under any condition.
“Sir, please calm down,” Saurav interrupts as always.
“I can’t for now. Didn’t you see how that fucker was acting at the shooting place?” my eyebrows shot up. “How can he act without sense? He clearly knows that I like her, but he behaves like he doesn’t know anything,”
“Sir, I can feel you but this isn’t time to lose your energy on some useless things. Remember, you have to win Natasha’s heart,” Saurav spreads a smile on his lips.
“It’s about Miss Desai, okay? And stop smiling,” I sigh letting out a little disappointment. I’m jealous. I’m burning from inside. The water wasn’t enough, maybe I should have just punched him.
“Sir, please take a seat. Stop strolling in the office. What if others noticed that?” Saurav protests. He’s not completely wrong. I have to control myself. I have to control my feelings in front of her and others.
Aditya has that audacity to test my patience. But I can’t let him win. I still have a lot of time to win her heart, to make her mine. Three months is enough.
“Saurav, there’s something I want you to do for me,” I annoyed gaze turn into a mischievous one. The left side of my lips turns into a wide grin.
“Your command is my duty Sir,” Saurav’s voice is strain.
“Cease shooting immediately for one day,” I command.
“What? You want to stop the shoot?” He flinch. I can feel the confusion in his voice.
“Just for one day,”
“Are you sure Sir?” He asks.
“I’m sure. Just do as I say,” I command. He nods without any questions. I can visualize the tension in him as I ordered him to stop the shoot for one day. Yet I don’t care about the loss, but I need to be two steps forward from Aditya.
I exhale a deep breath, calming down all of my stressed senses, thinking hard about my next move. I pull the drawer of my working table, taking out the stress reliving ball.
I grab my phone, entering the password to open it. My fingers are hovering on her name, which is saved as “My girl” in my contacts.
