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Mishika's pov
Before winding up the required documents for the next meeting, I did proofreading for another time. I've never represented any of the meetings, if we don't count some casual ones, as I still get anxious to get in front of many people and be their centre of attention and judgement. Nonetheless I'm looking forward to tackling my fears on my way to grow more in my career.

After the MMS got viral, my self
-consciousness and anxiety from watchful eyes have got triggered to top-notch. Besides, it's just easy staying in the shadows. Somewhat weirdly comforting.

Ain't shadows the loophole from the collision of the darkness looming over the light ? A very verboten creation from the mating of the forbidden companion- light and darkness, a stark illustration of dichotomy.

Be it the solace confider from light or from the darkness, somewhere inside we are all avariced for the peculiar comforting shadow.

"I'm sorry." I quickly retreated a step back and crouched down to collect the documents that got spilled. I was so dwelling inside my head that I didn't sense the person coming.

"You should watch your steps." An unfamiliar deep voice spoke. I continued to collect the papers and winding them back together as I muttered another sorry. "Or else you would end up getting yourself in danger, Mrs. Oberoi."

That took me off-guard and I was instantly on my feet, staring agape at the man who although is handsome but his face remained impassive. Not many people knows about me being Mrs. Oberoi.

"Give my regards to your husband and let him know that my office will not be his date spot from next time."

My cheeks began to heat as soon as he mentioned that. Before I could form any relevant reply , he was already exiting the main door.

I remained stupefied until Sitara approached me with hurried steps. "Mishika" Her eyes were etched wide while she held my shoulders, giving it a frantic shake. "What did Mr. Singh say to you ? I wonder why boss is here when he never really visits this branch ?"

Ohh yes, he is the boss. I haven't seen him in this branch even once ever since I started working here, that's why I couldn't recognise him.

"Isn't he hot!?" Gone was the mortification and now her eyes were sparkling. I shook my head on Sitara and her hyperactive self. "Gossips say he hardly has a social life with no to zero dating rumours."

Within that small encounter, that man has left an intriguing impact and with a gnawing feeling that within that calm and composed posture, resides a mystery and some sort of danger.

"I wish I could marry him." Ignoring the over smitten look she was giving, I held her hand dragging her to the conference room. "But the recent News states that he is getting married."

"I used to think he was into guys or asexual." Sitara being the gossip queen she is, kept on rambling throughout the way whereas I pretended to listen. "Why is he getting married ?" She cried.

I think no man can ever intrigue me to the extent since I've my personal devil to stir my entire world.
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Aarav's pov

Day 1

I yawned for the umpteenth time. When was the last time I woke up so early ? Taking a quick glance from my wrist watch, I let out an internal exasperated groan. Plopping my head on the metal bench, I tried to pry open my drooping eyes.

For Satan's sake, who does yoga classes so early ?

By passing minutes, my restraint to keep my eyes open began to turn frail.

I woke up with a jerk when my phone began to blare with all its mirth. A loud groan vented past my lips and I let out a trail of profanities as pain shot through my ass since I fell on the ground.

A chorus of laughter caught my attention and upon casting my eyes up, I found a group of people, all almost above forty, were staring at me. My jaw ticked and I quickly got on my feet dusting my track shorts, my eyes narrowed into slits.

However I had to force my expressions to ease as I caught the sight of my mother-in-law among the others.

How is it even done ? I took a deep breath and recalled the note I prepared along with my annoying best friend and my wife's best friend, who has a punchable face.

Point 1. Keep your expressions soft to look approachable

Forcing my lips to curve into a smile, I moved towards the instructor. My smile must look strange since the instructor's eyes narrowed further. Avoiding her, I took a discreet glance to see what my mother-in-law was doing.

"Actually I got a little carried away." Fuck! I hate giving explanations. "I got a little late."

The instructor's eyes squinted as she flashed her digital watch in front of my eyes. Ok, I get that shit must be expensive for you, but I'm not here for that. "Mr. Oberoi, you're not a little late but extremely late. We just finished today's class."

Anger blazed in my veins and I was about to snap, but then I realised my sweet wife's mom is still scrutinising my moves and that got me to pause.

Point 2. Always keep your tone polite with a diabetic smile plastered alongside

"I'll take care of it." I flashed another of my sugar coated smiles while I watched my mother-in-law leaving.

This snarky old lady instructor was a tough nut to crack that made me question my lady luck. It was difficult to convince her to let me join in. She was adamant not to, as it was not for people of my age. That made me go all the way down to sugarcoat her with sweet threats plus a little blackmailing.

And now I can't risk to fuck this up. Time is ticking and I need my Honey-eye back in my arms. And for that I'll have to convince her parents.

Day 1 results equals total shit.
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Day 9

My stalking skills by now are so proficient that it could get me some medals and certificates.

So far I see no progress. I kept thinking the yoga instructor was a tough nut to crack, when in reality, my mother-in-law is a very difficult woman to please.

Upon that, that Singh is getting on my nerves, and to my extreme pleasure the project dad handed me over is with his company. That man, though, looks oblivious all the time but that sick bastard is enjoying my dismay a little too much.

Only if I hadn't known him from years ago when I found him shot outside a club in London and didn't save his ass, then he would have been dead for good by now. Even though that man looked like he didn't care if he lived or died, he looked desperate to survive to finish some sort of business.

Not taking interest in my father's business didn't mean I had never tested the waters. And I instantly knew whatever business he had or still does, is something shady.

I don't care as long as I'm getting leverage from it and not getting too deep into it.

Recently, I, Singh, Somani and a friend of Somani have started to hit the club during weekends where we would sit in the VIP lounge and just sulk to ourselves between drinks and smoke.

What a pathetic excuse for a wealthy life!

"Preeti bhabhi, your son-in-law is so thoughtful." Ignoring my mother-in-law's grimacing face, I shot the lady beside her one of my charming sugar coated smiles, which I've mastered in the past week.

(sister-in-law)

I've never flirted with someone or put efforts to charm someone. I hate socialising for a reason. Although to get my Honey-eye back, I'm ready to step out of every boundary and to cross any line.

Mother-in-law flashed a fake smile, her sole focus still directed towards the vegetables rather than her handsome son-in-law, who was trying to have a conversation.

Swiftly I took the bag of vegetables from her on which she threw a quick glare nonetheless didn't show much of reluctance. Upon my actions I earned a chorus of cooes from the aunties.

"Is that your car, beta ?" My shoulders shrug in response as I trailed behind my mother-in-law. The aunties began gushing among themselves, telling my mother-in-law here and there how much grace has God showered. Wow! It took just a sparkling car to impress them. Only if my mother-in-law was the same.

Not to create a scene, my mother-in-law silently sat in the car when I opened the door for her. During the ride, I cleared my throat in order to initiate a conversation but she right away dismissed me in her clipped tone.

She was out of the car before I could step out to open the door for her. Like daughter like mother. Quickening my steps I rounded the car however she didn't let me carry the vegetable bag plus shot me with a deadly glare.

Voluntarily my eyes went to the balcony and settled there. My mother-in-law must have followed the path of my sight as she cleared her throat extra loudly.

"Thankyou" She said dryly and turned her heels to the house.

In hurry, I let out a despondent vociferation from behind. "Can I join in ?"

She threw a look over her shoulder, voicing a curt 'No' and disappeared.

Day 9 results to still no fucking progress.
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Mishika's pov
Wiping the crockery, I put them back in the kitchen shelves then got down from the stool. Picking up the plates, I walked out of the kitchen and began settling them in the right place on the table.

"Mishu hold this." I quickly turned around and took the bowl of hot curry from mumma and placed it on the table.

"I'll go and call papa." As I turned to leave, my steps ceased when mumma held my shoulder.

"Mishu" She paused, something akin to uncertainty and conflict, flickering in her warm gaze. "You have been seeing him ?"

Silence stretched in the air, my fingers automatically fiddled among themselves as I dwelled for a relevant answer. Nonetheless ease dawned upon me when maa gave a comforting squeeze to my shoulder.

"Yes" I let out a small whisper, back in my mind still feeling anxious about her response. However, since she asked me so straight up, I did not want to keep it from her.

But why is she asking something like this so suddenly?

Loud bangs and frantic ringing of the doorbell took us by surprise. We both swapped a worried glance, our feet right away ambulating towards the main door. The abrupt splutter must have dragged Papa's attention too since he came rushing out of his room while we're opening the main door.

Lara di's furious face greeted our sight when the door pried open and a cunning gleam took over her eyes as she analysed me. "So, my sweet homewrecker cousin has actually been kicked out of her in-laws house, hmm ?"

The mock barefaced in her tone was implying clearly that it was more of a statement than of a question. Mumma instantly looked furious, ready to bust upon her. Whereas papa stood in front of us as a shield, his jaw squared as he strived to keep his calm.

"You can leave if you've nothing useful to do." Papa stated in a clipped tone.

Lara di has never been someone to show respect and she proved it for the millionth time as she bluntly ignored papa and made her way inside.

"Your bastard husband almost killed me on the wedding day after I conspired for you to marry in my place." Overlooking our obnoxious expressions, she made herself comfortable on the sofa. "That brought me the pleasure to think how strongly he abhorred you."

If I hadn't overheard her and Aarav's conversation the other day then I would have taken her rants a little seriously. Not anymore.

"Then why is he so fucking adamant to wreck my life." She seethed, pure rage ablazing in her eyes. A flicker of surprise erupted within me upon hearing that. What is he up to ? "From what I heard recently, you two no longer live together. Then what stuck into his ass ?"

"Speaking shit about my wife is equal to blasphemy."

His words rang inside my head and I felt my heart leaping a beat.

"Enough" The expressions on Papa's face hardened further. "I won't allow you to sit in my house while you speak nonsense about my daughter."

With quick strides he marched in front of her. His shoulders were stiff yet shaking and I instantly comprehended his conflict. He has always treated Lara di as his own but it was time to show Lara di that we ain't the dust of her expensive Chanel heels.

"Leave right now."

Lara di shot him with a look full of disbelief and fury whereas papa matched it with a glare of his own.

"You've done enough good in our daughter's life. Meharbani hogi agar tum yahan se chup chaap dafa ho jao." Maa didn't even try to be subtle like she used to do priorly.

(It would be great if you get out of here.)

Stomping her foot, Lara di threw us a nasty glare as she stormed towards the main door.

"Remember, no matter what you do, you'll always remain with my leftovers."

I was closing the door but her words halted my actions. Sizzling heat prickled within me and I felt my hold tightening around the door handle.

I've been silent because I don't want to waste my energy on someone like Lara di, who rather thinks from her good for nothing ego than of using her sensibility. But if she misinterpreted my silence as my weakness then she was very much wrong.

"That's why even when it was supposed to be your wedding, his eyes for the entire time were glued on me." With that I banged the door shut on her face and the last thing I remember I saw was her face losing its colour.

Was that me ?

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