OWNING HER HEART

Press Conference.

Since i recieved my answer and was quite satisfied with it ,I was going to sit down but MR. MALHOTRA had some other plans I guess.

" well ,since you are the only female reporter present here, you get the opportunity to ask one more question" said Mr. Entrepreneur.

"aa...I .a..want to..want to..a.a..ask" oh god!!! why did he do that, Rehan aka Romeo had given me just one question . l don't know much about him anyway, what should I ask now!!!

" ah..what is your favourite weather" the minute I spoke I knew i ruined my nice persona . Everyone laughed at that.

" Though I expected a tough question Miss Gupta but to answer you i like stormy one ,it gives me thrill" he said looking at me straight in the eye. I could not maintain the eye contact though.

After that I sat down, thankfully I embarassed myself much less than I thought I would. And again goes the stupid question of his love affairs, his popular hair style , the colour of his eyes and the amount of time he went to bathroom , not to forget a time he had diarrhoea. Media!! I tell you could go to any limits, if they had a choice your pooping video would be in the news. Oh sorry my bad since they are already available on tik toks including the girl selling farts. Crazy world.

Finally after same old boring questions and his smart yet badass anwers , the conference ended and I was happy to be free from the predicament. I was going to the exit this place when suddenly someone called me by my name .

"MISS ASHI...MISS GUPTA....WAIT! ..WAIT A SECOND!"

"yes??" i said to her when she reached me.

" Miss actually , Aryan sir has invited you to interview him personally alongwith few other reporters, so please come" She answered me and without my affirmation directly told me to join it, as if I was dying to interview him and universe had given me a treasure by allowing me some of his extra time. I was going to deny her request cause I was really hungry and this place had a vibe of crappy politics. But then I received Rehan's call .

" excuse me" I told her while receiving the call and moving to the corner.

" Did you interview him, you did right?" he asked urgently.

" Yes, i did and now I am going back, and what about personal interview thing they are asking me to do, i won't do it, i have already done my part" i shared my opinion strongly with him.

"WHAT!!! THEY ARE ASKING YOUU TO JOIN IT, THAT'S AWESOME . plz dear pretty girl, join it for my sake , this intern will get promotion on your behalf darling, my life is now in your hand"

" No, they are boring"

" Oh, dear magnificent queen ,please bless your servant with your help and may all the high power of the world led you to your victory"

" It's still a big NO"

" One week of evening snack, no budget"

" Now we are talking" I told him signalling the girl to wait some more.

" I will gift you a dress of your choice and a bouquet of chocolates."

" Fine, should have said it earlier "

"You daughter of a glutton"

"Bye now, you son of Ambani, i have an interview to finish" ,I said to him cheekily hanging up the call.

" So sorry to keep you waiting, please lead the way" , I said smiling cutely at the woman to melt her soft heart. Guess it didn't work cause she just gave me an eye roll before walking. I followed her and entered a room and to my surprise everyone was present there including the devil himself.

" Good..morning everyone" i greeted them all.

" it's already evening miss Gupta" Mr. Aryan replied sweetly to me and everyone cracked up a little at that.

I knew i would make a fool of myself, me and my foolishness go hand in hand.

Slightly irked at myself and his diabetic smile which looked venomous to me, i sat down on the chair with a huff. But maybe God thought that the earlier embarrassment was too little for me, i disbalanced cause of the chair wheels , slid down with a bang and my hand touched the feet of Mr. Aryan. I thank god atleast I didn't fall on my face.

" No need to grovel at my feet Miss Gupta, i forgive you for every nuisance you will create later" he replied eyeing me with an interest, like I show to my pet. It took a minute for me to compose myself and stood up .

" I just tend to respect the people Older than me, indian culture you know ,touching feet", i told him in a suave way , atleast I thought it was cool.

" If falling down is what you do to respect elders , then i tell you it really is unique and authentic" he countered smartly.

I had to back off and sit on my chair because first I was short on my replies and second i was really hangry at the moment .

After giving everyone the entertainment they needed, the interview started. And to my utter surprise the questions they asked this time was really up to the mark.

From his company profits to his share market price , his investment, his charity and his next endeavour. I on the other hand could not ask anything because i really didn't research.This was not even in the list of what I had accepted to do earlier.

"Miss Gupta, one last question from you and that will be the end of this prescon".

I still hadn't framed any questions but in the back of my mind reading an article about him being involved in mafia was going on and suddenly my mind decided what I had to ask him.

" So don't take it personally, but are you involved in mafia?..like are you working for one" my voice starting loud and decreasing with each word spoken, merely coming as a whisper by the end, looking at his dangerous facial expression.

Whole room was surrounded by a deadly silence and i was afraid for the people who have gas issues because their fart sound would be the loudest now. After a minute or two which was equivalent to some light years, he spoke;

" No, Miss Gupta i don't work for any mafia , Infact.. they work for me" , Mr. Aryan said darkly.

If I thought his previous pause was deadly then now it looked like God of death himself is in front of us, everyone including me stared at him in shock, not able to beleive he accepted it .Even crime lords like to hide in their den .Yet he dared to accept it, someone pinch me.

The look he was giving us all looked so venomous that I felt trapped under it, regretting asking him the question, i am really a pathetic fool. Piya you were right and hopefully I will die today cause of my foolishness.