The Alpha Killed My Husband

I Like Pink

'Hey,' Says a voice at the door, and I look up from my laptop to see Ronit edging into the room with Vihaan on his tail. His tablet is stacked up on his laptop and a couple of files are tucked under his arm. In his free hand, he has a cup of something stream that I bet my whole wealth would never be coffee.

Vihaan closes the door behind him and makes himself comfortable beside Shantanu.

'Hi.' I frown. Nevertheless, I move my files aside to make room for Ronit's laptop.

'Sup?' He asks, taking an audible swing from his cup.

'Strategic planning.' I briefed him casually, leaning back in the chair. He is wearing striped shorts with flip-flops aka his I-am-at-peace attire that he would rather die in, but let the press see it. It's too casual to become a metro-magazine cover. I wonder what he's been up to all day.

He mentioned making some diagrams and reports for the scheduled meeting but never particularized the details. Ronit dumps the files on an empty couch and busies himself with figures and charts.

'Anything new?' He asks without averting his eyes from the system.

'Let's see?' I asked back. Honestly, this phase is always tiring.