Episode4
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While the other person was looking at them with shock, it was Anishka.
“Where are your manners? "How did you just get in without his consent?” Shravya shouted again.
“Girl, who are you?” Anishka asked.
“That's none of your concern,” Shravya said, shaking her head. Now please get out. We are talking.”
"Avyaan, who the hell is she?" And why is she speaking with me like this?” Anishka grumbled, getting angry at Shravya.
“What? How dare you call him by his name, huh? "I think your parents forgot to teach you manners,” Shravya said angrily.
"Shravya, calm down,” he said to her. She was about to say something, but he indicated that she should shut up.
“Yes, Ma'am, do you have anything important to say?” Avyaan asked, turning towards her.
“Ma'am, who is the ma'am? As far as I know, this office is owned by Divit Sehgal, and why are you calling her “ma'am,” Avyaan?” Shravya asked, while Avyaan so wanted to bang his head on the wall.
She was indeed a chatterbox.
"Shravya, calm down and let me talk to her. “It's significant,” Avyaan said to her softly, as if he were handling a baby. Well, she was behaving like a baby only.
"Who is she, and how dare she speak to me in this manner?" she exclaimed.
Shravya was about to answer her, but this time Avyaan stopped her. “It's my personal life, Ma'am. You asked, “What took you here?” He asked her.
“This file is significant. "Please check it and send it back to me within an hour,” she said, and handed the file to him.
"OK, I'll do it,” he said, agreeing while Shravya frowned.
"Avyaan, we were talking about something important, and you said you don't have any work tomorrow; then why this?” Shravya asked, frowning.
"Shravya, it's significant. "I need to check it out. "Can we talk later?” he requested, and Shravya's anger rose.
This time Shravya shouted, "What do you think of me, huh? At first, I waited for you, then I came here, and now you are telling me to talk later. Like, what is your problem?"
“Girl, work comes first, he----” She didn't let Anishka complete her sentence. “Miss whoever, I am not talking to you,” Shravya said, shutting her mouth.
Shravya's POV
“Such a mannerless girl,” she muttered, but I heard it.
"Shaking my head in disbelief," I said.
"Shravya, don't fight, yaar," Avyaan said, irritated.
I am fighting. Seriously, Avyaan? Then what is she doing, huh?” I was getting angry.
“I don't have time to waste here. Check this file. "It's from Mr. Arya's and our partnership project,” said that girl, and one word caught my attention: "Mr. Arya."
“Is it Dad's file from the new project?” I asked Avyaan, and he nodded yes.
“Miss whoever you know, you are a dumbass. "There are still 5 more days left for the meeting, and you are telling him to check this file now, huh?” She was literally wasting our time.
“How do you know?” she asked, being confused and perplexed.
“Because this is my dad's file, and I knew about it,” I said, “and you know what, you are dumb and somewhat don't know how to read English words, because there it's clearly written, it's still had time to check the file, and you are forcing him now.” I said, irritated by her behavior.
"Avyaan, what is---” I cut her off, “What, Avyaan, huh? "You are telling me that I am a mannerless girl, and now you are calling him by his name, huh?" "Such unprofessional behavior," I said, and she was fuming in anger.
“Now leave, and don't you dare barge in like this again.” And then she left, giving me a glare.
Ahaan, who was listening to everything leaning on the door, exclaimed, "Wow, you are such a queen, Shravya."
“Who the hell was she, man! "She was hella irritating!” I asked Ahaan, while Avyaan was still shocked that he was still standing in the same position.
“She is our elder brother's wife, and I don't like her,” Ahaan said, making faces.
“Woah, wow, I don't like her either,” I said and high-fived him.
"Shravya, what was that?” and Avyaan finally asked, coming out of shock.
“Huh, what?” I asked, feigning innocence.
“Why did you talk to her like that?” he asked.
“Chill, Avyaan, she deserves that. "It's not like she was speaking with me nicely,” I said, shrugging my shoulder.
“You are impossible,” he uttered with a sigh and sat on the couch, palming his face.
Ahaan smiled as he left, emphasizing the word "talking."
Is he mad?
Avyaan sat beside me, maintaining a nice distance.
“So you don't want to marry me, right?” I asked. His eyes snapped at me, and he nodded.
"Even if I don't want to marry you," he cut me off, “but we don't have any options.” I chuckled at hearing him.
“Listen, Shravya, I don't want to destroy your life because of this marriage thing, so please say no to this marriage,” he said.
“I don't want it either, but I can't say no to my dad. "Can you please say no?” I asked him, and he shook his head.
He said, while thinking deeply, "I can't because my dad is literally forcing me to marry you, and I know he won't listen to me."
POV end
“Then what will we do?” She asked, pouting, and Avyaan found her cute.
“I don't know.” He let out a sigh and palmed his face.
“By the way, Avyaan, why were you calling your sister-in-law ‘ma'am’?” "She is your bhabhi, na?” she asked, and he got up from the couch.
“That's none of your concern! "You shouldn't be asking any personal questions,” he said rudely, turning to the other side while she made a face.
To be continued
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