UE part 9

As very expected, the AR group had certainly not seen the gentlest side of their boss in the last few days...ASR was ASR, and when it came to business, hell hath no fury like his AR scorned.. right, Khushi had never scorned AR, just constructively, smartly criticized it..for one, because scorning the AR group would be a welcome cause of inviting some scorn towards your own self, second, scorning was not in her rule book of professional ethics..

which was what was so impressive about Khushi Kumari Gupta..

and yes , challenging too..

he had promised an answer , and there was no way matters were to rest till that was sorted out..

Done with the latest bunch of files piled on his tables, he leaned his head back on the chair shutting his eyes..giving his stiff body a momentary relaxation as his mind still raced occupied with thoughts..

"Sir.." his secretary's voice interrupted and he arched back straight again..

"yeah?"

"report has been drafted sir"

"hmm..mail it then"

"sure sir"

the secretary was about to make his way out when he suddenly turned..

"oh..sir, I forgot to ask you..could you please tell me the mail address"

Now this, was tough...Arnav Singh Raizada considered saying the words 'puchu love you' crazy even to himself within the confines of his room..no way he could say it aloud in front of a third person..

seriously...couldn't a person think of something less embarrasing...

he thought about just saying it but for some reason couldn't bring himself to do it..

"send it to me. I'll forward it myself"

"sir?"

the secretary stared at him wide eyed..

"i said send it to me dammit!"

"ya..ya of course sir"

Arnav stood unblinking before him for three seconds before saying

"are you going to send it to me via telepathy?"

The secretary just realized he was still staring disbelievingly at his boss and scurried out of the room murmuring.. "sorry sir.in a moment sir"

His laptop screen lighted up before him as he clicked on the add recipient box-

puchu_loveyou@gmail.com

not wanting to stare very long at what he had just forced himself to type he quickly pressed the 'send ' button..

and moved to get back to work...

before another message flashed on his screen..

"email not delivered. Address does not exist"

"WHAT THE!" he spoke out aloud..

dammit!!

what was this?

Some kind of joke? Well, she'd know better than that...

why ask for answers when you don't have the guts to face them in the first place???

he raced his mind for some while , then raced his body across his cabin for some while, then raced his tongue with several 'unbelievable's for some while..

then reached for his mobile phone yet again..

he browsed through the log list but the number had made it out of the list..he should have saved it..hold on! Why should he have saved it? Why on earth was he even thinking about saving it? How was he supposed to know he'd have to call her again?? and what other reason was there to save such a number?

Hell, now why was he not stopping about thinking of saving the number..

As he rested the cup back on the tray in the bedroom, he rolled his mobile phone in his hands..

this was the second time this girl was making him call her..

no one, absolutely no one had ever forced him in such an embarrassing manner to call them...

he would deal with her all right for this..

for some reason he saved the number before calling... as 'reporter IT' '.formal, to the point, yes that was okay..

suddenly his own contact name 'cement pile' came back to his mind..

and grinding his teeth he unsaved the number...

why should he save the number? That cheeky , ill mannered, what does she think of her self, whats her name girl... she didn't deserve to be in his contact list..no way..

there you go, why the hell was he AGAIN thinking so much about saving the number..

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"AAANNNCHHEEEWWW"

"Khu-"

"AAANNNCHHHEEEWWW"

"WHO TOLD YOU TO GET WET IN THE RAIN????"

"my...* urghh * heart.."

"can't your heart shut up rather than throwing stupid advices at you day and night"

"excuse me? "AAANNN.." oh, hell it broke off...well, coming to the point, I didn't do it by choice, I forgot the umbrella!"

"are there no sheds or roofs to stand underneath in Delhi??"

"stop scolding me! Urrrgghhh...ohhh myyy goooddd 'AAANNNCHHEEEWWW' ...URGH..disgusting..i'm feeling weak..am I dying???"

"Khushi shut up! It's just a cold"

"you never know jiji..big things always start with small ones..urrrggghhh...might be the last few days you have me by the bedside..oh it's going dark.." she moaned as she blew her nose into the handkerchief..

Paayal rolled her eyes in exasperation at her sister's drama...

This had been the way since Khushi was a little girl..not that she behaved any older now, at least in front of her family...once sick, Khushi would hold the entire house on her head, and would scream out her suspicions on fast approaching death till the sympathy part totally drained out of people around and they started advising her to shut up...

Paayal held the cough syrup spoon to her mouth..

"drink!"

"oh jiji..urrrgghhh...what will one tea spoon do?? it's far worse than that...my end is damn close..oh my goooddd...'AAANCHHEEWW!!" oh my goood..."

"Khushi are you going to drink it or should I force you?"

"you'll miss me when i'm gone.." she said slowly allowing the bitter sweet syrup down her throat..

"yuck! What was that? Poison?"

"yes . And you are dead. Now sleep!"

"but i-"

"Khushi sleep! Or it's not going to get any better!"

suddenly her phone buzzed beside her..

"who's it?" Paayal asked tucking the covers around her..

"the death messenger himself" Khushi moaned at the name flashing.. "why can't this cement pile sit solidifying rather than stalking me!!"

"it's him again..he just called you days back didn't he?"

"hm..it can't be good.." she said slowly pressing the receive button..

"Arnav Singh Raizada".. (like seriously, couldn't this man just say 'hello'??")

"AAANNNCHEEEWWW!!!!"

"WHAT THE!!!"

"oh.urrggh..excuse me..i just caught a cold..ya, please go on.."

"what rubbish did you give me?"

"what?"

"your email id does not exist!"

"which id?"

"puch- , oh hell! You know which id!"

"oh...that one! i- excuse me..." she held the phone a little away..

"AAANNCHEEWWW!!"

"i'm sorry, yes, the id, I shut the account.."

"excuse me?"

"yes..i, shut the account..it was a little old..i made a new personal id"

Arnav slowly tried to regain composure..

"and you didn't mind informing me?"

"why the hell should I inf- ..excuse me, "AAA.." oh hell..it broke again.."

"are you talking to me??"

"yes, I mean no, shoot! Forget it..yes, why should I inform you?oh..wait!now I rememer.."

"you do?" Arnav muttered grinding his teeth.."i'm honored.."

"its okay, just send it on my new id.."

"you listen to me Khushi Kumari Gupta! I don't roam about collecting email addresses, specially of people like you! I don't give a damn..you want an answer? Come and have it yourself personally if you have the guts!"

Khushi threw the latest tissue paper swiftly in anger..

"If AR even has an answer that is...'people like you' usually say such things.."

"we'll see"

"i'll c- AAANNNCHHEEEWWW urghh.."

"Khushi I thought I said you need rest!!" he could hear it on the phone..

there was silence before she spoke

"i'll come on-"

"when you're done with your cold. Rest!" he interrupted her.

her eyes widened in surprise... she could have understood the 'come when you're done with the cold' thinking he was being on the safe side..but an advice to rest?

Exactly what he was thinking currently..

"okay then..i'll make it in a day or two"

"hm..fine"

"hm.."

"rest"

oh god...second time...

"ya, thanks.."

call disconnected..

now why the hell had he told her to rest? What had he got to do with it? Hell, 2 times?

Coffee!!!he panicked..

"so are you dead as yet?" paayal leaned through the door and asked her..

"kind of.." she muttered, still staring at the phone..

"i hope your medicines work jiji, I have some damn important work to do tomorrow.."

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