ARA POV
She got more confused and asked, “Inform what, sir?”
I intervened and said, “We have something important to discuss with Srinivasan, so we will speak to you later, and please send Ara’s assistant to my cabin.”
He nodded to us, and we started walking towards my cabin.
I could feel a powerful gaze on me, and I know I have to explain a lot.
The entire office is looking at us like they have seen me for the first time.
I could see some admiring looks, some annoyed looks, and some flirting, especially from girls.
What is their problem? I narrow my eyes at them and greet them. He is my man. Stay away.
I looked back and noticed James was following us and looking at Azar. I huff in irritation. I again have to convince him of the same thing, but I will do it later, not right now. I started walking with him.
We reached my floor, and we started going towards my cabin, and I noticed Sir was coming running towards us.
Now what happened to him? Why is he running a marathon in the office?
He started talking to Sir, and he kept calling him Sir, but why?
And now he is calling me. And now he is calling me ma’am. This man has gone mad, I guess.
I corrected him once, but I don’t think he paid any heed to it.
Sire ordered him to send my assistant to his cabin. His cabin? He joined my office, and I don’t even know that?
Is he thinking of doing a job so I don’t have to shift to Gudh? (Estate)
No, he does not have to do this. And what about his work?
He told me he would manage everything, and I don’t have to worry about it, so that means…
Is he leaving everything for me? I thought that I had teary eyes.
I cannot let him leave such a big empire for my dreams. I need to speak to him.
The moment we reached his cabin and he closed the door, he looked at me, and my tears started flowing like Niagara Falls.
He knitted his eyebrows and asked, “What happened, my queen?” and hugged me.
I kept on crying for some time, and once I was a little stable, he cupped my face and asked “Now tell me what happened”?
“You don’t have to do that for me,” I said, looking down.
He put his finger on my chin and asked, “What do I not have to do for you”?
I looked up and said, “To do a job in my company.”
He raised his eyebrow and looked confused, so I said, “You don’t need to do a job in this company.”
I looked up and noticed his confused face was still as elaborate as it was, and he said, “You don’t have to work here to fulfil my dreams. My dreams are not any more important than you.” I said, looking down in shame.
“And if you work here, who will take care of your work? No, I cannot let you do this.” I shake my head in no.
Hearing me, I noticed he was controlling, but finally he burst out and started laughing.
Now I have a confused look on my face, and I am looking at him like a lost child.
He composed himself and said, “Queen, you are too cute, you know that?”
I looked at him, as I did not understand what he was trying to say.
“My Queen I am not working here, but it is my work.”
“I am not in a mood to solve any riddles, sir,” I said with an annoyed look.
He smiled and said, “This is my company, MR Fashion House. It comes under my company, MR & Sons.
Shocked is an understatement right now, and I asked “What”??? So I am working for your company? I asked the most stupid question.
He nodded yes, and I kept mum. So that means he is my boss?
And I ran outside, opened the door, and noticed the CEO written on the door.
So that means the hot and arrogant CEO everyone talks about in office who hardly meets anyone apart from Srinivasan Sir, it’s him?
I came back to the cabin and asked, “So you are my boss, or let us say my boss’s boss?”
He again nodded and looked at me with scrutiny.
God, why is this all so difficult for me to digest?
So basically, I am working for my husband’s company.
And look at the height of stupidity; I even have no clue about it.
Thinking about my stupidity, I got teary-eyed again.
He took a deep breath and said, “Now what happened, my queen?”
“Why did not you tell me this?” I asked, annoyingly.
“And what would’ve changed if you knew about this?” He asked me.
I thought for a moment, then said, “Nothing, I guess.”
“Then why are you bothering yourself for this stupid reason?” He asked it, looking into my eyes.
I pouted and said, “Still, you should’ve told me this. I’m feeling so stupid that I even don’t know where my husband works.” I said, crossing my arms to my chest.
He came near me, held me by my waist, and said, “Okay, my apology. Next time, I’ll take care. Now smile, please.”
I gave him a fake angry look and said, “You better be sorry.”
I heard the knock on the door, and I took a step back. He asked a person to come in, and I noticed Meera, my assistant. She smiled and wished us a good evening.
Mam, do you call me?” she asked, looking at me.
“Yes, Meera, can you get our wedding dresses? As Azar, I mean sir.”
And he said, “Azar is better.” I looked at him, nodded, and again said, “As Azar is here, I want to check if the fitting of his sherwani (wedding dress) is okay or not.”