Dhara was in her room getting ready for the work. When he walked in saying, "you didn't forget about our dinner, did you?"
"I told you Adhiraj." She looked at him from the mirror.
"And I remember it, Dhara." He mimicked her tone, stuffing files in his office bag.
"I will arrange something. But I can't promise, you know how it works?" She rose on her feet, smoothed the front of her pale pink buttoned shirt that was fit swung on her curvy bosom and slender waist, rubbing her lips together to make sure that her red gloss was still on. She was ready for the day.
"Always one dialogue! Forget that I have ever asked you. I'm gonna find someone who will enjoy having dinner with me." He threw his hands in the air.
She walked up to him and clasped his arms. "Dare you do that. I'm gon
