Chapter 7
1194 Words
Present time
Mumbai India
Singhania corp.
Aditya's pov
"Of course, thank you Mr. Kemumaki, thank you Mr. Kemuzo.
I hope you will again choose us the next time. " I smiled and they hurried out of the door. At last this deal got finalized. I hope I could have some rest now. I sat back on the comfortable cozy couch in my office room and remembered the time when I was so impatient that I have taken her there on the couch of my office room. In first she protested a lot but then gave in.
I smiled at the memory when suddenly the land line started to ring.
"Sir sorry to disturb you but Mr. Mukherjee is here.....he wants to meet you. "
Bhaskar Mukherjee, he is one of my friends from high school. A decent and handsome man who is now running a car manufacturing company in Kolkata inherited by his father. We weren't in contact for many years but last year when he got married he invited me personally and I went to attend his wedding.
***
"Hey, bro-" I stood up and hugged him as he entered my room.
"So how' s the work going Mr. Singhania? " he said and chuckled.
And chuckled at response.
"So what made you come here my friend? " I asked while we both settled on the couch.
"Actually I had some work here in Mumbai so I thought to personally invite you to the party of my first marriage anniversary. "
"Oh congrats buddy I will surely come! " I smiled at him and he handed me a velvet rolled card.
"The party is tomorrow at my house. " he smiled and left.
I looked at the the card,
Mr. Bhaskar Mukherjee
Requests the pleasure of your company on the auspicious occasion of the first
Wedding Anniversary
Of his and his wife
Mrs. Annie Mukherjee
On Thursday the 10th March 2016
At
Mukherjee Mansion
Howrah, Kolkata, west Bengal
(Dinner: 7:30 p.m onwards)
R.S.V.P
All near and dear
W.B.C.F
All Relatives and Friends.
I felt a burning sensation within me as I saw the card. I miss you Alisha! Within three more months it would be our sixth marriage anniversary. Why did you left me? I had wished to live my whole life with you.
'Trash!' The rose vase shattered into the pieces on the floor. And now I wanted to through and break every single thing in that room. It all happened because of me. Only me.
I should have never left her alone.
Flashback
Six years ago
Mumbai India
Aditya's pov
After our so called marriage, we went home earlier. During the whole drive she was silent, all the time she looked out of the window.
Shouldn't it be me, who should be upset? And believe it or not this girl is upset after getting married to the multi billionaire business man, Aditya Singhania! Probably she don't know how many girls are now dying to be in her shoes right now.
We reached home and I called lily the maid to show her room to Alisha. And I went to my own room to rest, and what I saw made me insanely mad at mom.
Whole bed was covered with red rose petals, garlands of Jasmine and red rose were hanging down from all around the bed. My books, files and papers were no more there.
And on my working table and bed side table number of candles were glowing. And if I stand there anymore smelling the aura of Jasmine I will surely throw up!
I took a tee-shirt and pajama to change for the night and went to the drawing room to retire for the night on the couch.
***
"What? " She shrieked in anger.
"I don't like to repeat myself i***t, just do the favour and carry your butt to my car in not more than five minutes. I hate people who are late. "
"You asshole how dare you to talk to me like that? "
This ticked me off and my anger reached to my head.
I told her to get ready for office and she being the dumbest in the world can hear nothing at once.
"Enough! " I said gritting my teeth before pulling her up putting her by her stomach on my shoulder. She squealed in protest, hit my back with her fists, threw her legs but I am not going to leave her. She had wasted my enough time.
"I will shout for help if you didn't put me down, aditya. "
She threatened me.
"Honey who do you think can save you from me? "
I said while walking out of my penthouse towards my car.
"Obama! "
"What? "
"Barack Obama! " She said, "I will call him if you didn't put me down, now! "
She really do have a bad timing of humor.
Gosh! Women!
My driver opened the door of the car for us and I threw her inside.
Ouch! She whimpered. But I ignored her, this is part of my revenge after all.
The car started and I took out my laptop to work. But there was something weird about the driver, he was again and again looking at Alisha for the front mirror.
At last we reached to my office, the driver came out and opened the door for us.
"You are fired Rastogi" I stated impassively and walked away.
***
"Why did you bought me here now? "
She questioned me looking directly into my eyes as we walked towards the front gate of my office.
"You are going to work as my PS miss dumb! "
"Hey, I am warning you for the last time don't call me by names or.....or"
"Or What will you do miss dumb? "
I irritated her more
"Or I will kill you! " she shrieked in anger and I chuckled as we stepped into the building.
Suddenly everything stopped as every single eye stuck on us. I looked around me and noticed that men were looking at Alisha as hungry predators and then I realized the reason. She was still in her sleeping dress. She just woke up and I literally just dragged her to office.
I looked at her face and knew that the same realization just hit her that she was still in her pink cotton Capri, which just reached a little up from her knees and gave the show of her well tanned long slender legs. Her light purple tight tank top was making the situation worse by the slight appearance of her full bosom. Her dark black hair was all dishelved making her look more desirable, but the way men were ogling at her made me insanely mad. I have to stop it.
"Ladies and Gentlemen please meet my wife Alisha Bose, from today on she is going to work as my personal secretary and anything against her won't be tolerated by me and the person will be fired immediately. "
I glared at the men and wrapped my arm around her waist and she didn't protest either, maybe she understood my motive.
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