“Why do you need tips, Richa? Why do you want to tie down a ‘bigshot’? Wo jo ₹50,000 ki payment harr month bank mai tumhara sugar daddy, oh I mean, anonymous donator bhejta hai, wo kam padti hai kya?”

Richa visibly paled and looked around at people whispering and giving her looks.

“What-what nonsense! And lower your voice, people are listening to us.”

Oh the irony!

“You and I both know it's not nonsense babe. And why should I lower my voice? Did you do that while speaking shit about my fiance?”

“I-stop spreading false information Anjali.”

Anjali chuckled and said.

“False information? What a joke! Ok! If this is false, then who is the guy saved as Mr. Ahluwalia. That guy is in his 60s right?”

Richa paled further if possible and stuttered badly.

“I-he-he is a-a client.”

“Ofcourse, he is darling. A client you tend to quiet personally. Someone even the company isn't aware about. And not to mention the special salary in your account each month. A very special client indeed.”

Anjali mocked and Richa fumed in anger. People around her were whispering and giving her looks, some even laughing at her expense.

“How dare you! I'll get you fired, you bitch!”

“Oh babe! You don't have to do that. I am leaving anyway.”

She then moved closer to her and spoke in a low voice, only for her to hear.

“And next time, think atleast thrice before opening your shitty mouth and speaking about my Abhimaan. You mess with me, I'll tolerate it. But you mess with my Abhimaan and you see the bitch in me. And that's not the only secret I know of you darling.”

With a final wink, she was out of the building with her stuff. She pulled out her phone to dial Abhimaan but decided against it. Let's visit him today.

She drove to the office and entered the private elevator only him and her had the access to. People here knew her well. Some greeted her on the way and some congratulated her.

She saw his PA sitting on his desk on his floor. He got up when he saw her and she asked if Abhimaan was busy in a meeting or had one later. The answers to both the questions came in negative and Anjali smiled asking him to not let anyone disturb them.

She entered his cabin without knocking and he smirked at her as if expecting her there. She folded her arms in front of her chest and glared at him playfully.

“You know how evil it was to take away the authority of taking decisions from the CEO and leaving it to an employee?”

His smirk widened and he spoke.

“What can I do? I am evil!”

Anjali chuckled and put her stuff aside. She sauntered close to him and sat herself on her designated seat, his lap. His arms went around her instantly and he nuzzled his nose into her neck planting kisses there.

She giggled at the ticklish feeling and grinned remembering what she'd done.

“You know what happened today?”

And then she went on to describe how she dealt with Richa and what her reaction was.

“You really said all that in front of everyone? Now who's evil Anjali?”

He asked, nuzzling his nose with hers and sealing their lips in a kiss making her giggle between it.

“Waise, she wasn't wrong. I'm no match to you Anjali.”

He said knowing how she'd react and she didn't disappoint. Hr was met with her fierce glare.

“Yes she was. And everyone else is too. Kyunki no one apart from us and our families know what we've gone through, what you've gone through. So they don't get to comment on us or our relationship.”

He grinned and she hugged him. She stayed in his embrace for a long time.

“So what post have you vacated for me here?”

She asked playfully and he rolled his eyes.

“The post you deserve. You'll be the CEO.”

She frowned.

“Aur tum kya karoge phir?”

“Mai bhi CEO.”

“Hain! Do-do CEOs?”

He nodded and she shook her head.

“Nhi! Just give me the post I was working at on my previous job-”

“The fuck I’ll do that. This is our company Anjali. I was never in support of you working in that fucking company but tumhara mann tha. This is the fruit of both of our hardwork. Tumhara shayad mujhse jyada hi hai.”

“But-”

“Ye company exist hi nhi krti if not for you Anjali. Mai give up kar chuka hota bhut pehle. Trust me, iss par mujhse pehle tumhara haq hai.”

“But I don't want people to actually think that I am marrying you for this company or your property.”

She pouted and he cupped her face.

“They have the right to form any opinion. Just like you've said, they don't know what we've gone through. I want you here as my partner, always Anjali. Always beside me, but never below me. Well, except at certain places.”

He whispered the last line with a naughty smirk and she gasped, hitting his chest and laughed.

They smiled at each other and couldn't help reminiscing their journey from their first encounter till today.

(The rest of the story is going to continue in flashback.)

Flashback starts

Anjali was roaming around her college campus with her friends. They were passing by the playground where a group of boys wwre playing football.

Anjali heard one of her friends shout a warning.

“Anjali bachch kr!”

She turned and saw the football coming towards her with great speed. Oh she was so going to get a concussion today. Her limbs froze and she couldn't move from her spot.

She closed her eyes accepting her fate and shrunk in fear waiting for the impact. But it never came.

She peeked through one eye and what she saw had her breath stuck in her throat.
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