Bhumi's POV:

As usual, I woke up late. Let me tell you, I am not an early bird. I love to sleep in, most mornings.

Also, I had a very nice sleep last night, dreaming about my very handsome prince charming. The villain of my life had poisoned me, and my knight in shining armour saved me.

Lame? I know! But I have nothing to lose from dreaming, right? I don't have to pay taxes to see such awesome dreams, so why shouldn't I?

Hell! I don't even have a villain in my story, let alone a prince charming.

My life is so boring!

Arohi and Bani already left for work. Traitors! I saw a note on the fridge.

'Good morning lazy butt. We are off to work, come quick if you don't want to get fired.'

Why the hell do they say good morning when mornings are never good? I groaned as I stretched to relieve my muscles. I quickly showered and got ready in my comfy kurti and leggin.

So, my shift starts an hour later than Arohi's and Bani's. Well, because Arohi is a pastry chef, she needs to be there early to bake. And Bani helping with the accounts also needs to be there before the main desk is set up. Me being the waitress can go an hour later, just in time for the customers. But I need to stay an hour later than Arohi, though. Bani is the lucky one. She gets to adjust with her schedule. Some days she gets to go in early and get out earlier. And some days, vice versa.

I reached the cafe soon and saw a commotion there. I went in and spotted Bani and Arohi. I saw that Bani was already in tears and Arohi had an anxious look on her face. I swear, if Bani is crying because of that guy following her around, wanting to make her his girlfriend, I am going to kill him with my own hands. No one messes with my friends.

"What happened, Bani?" I asked as I hurried towards her.

"We lost our job," she said, and I looked at her in horror.

"What do you mean by losing your job? I mean, we all? How?" I asked, not understanding anything.

"Some big shot bought the cafe, and we all lost our jobs," Arohi said anxiously.

"How can they just fire us like that? Without any notice. That is not fair," I argued to no one in particular.

"Bhumi," I saw the manager of the cafe coming towards us.

"Yes, Sir," I said through clenched teeth.

"Here is a message for you," he said, handing me an envelope, and walked away.

I opened the envelope to see a folded paper inside. I opened the envelope with apprehension, and it read:

'Aww! Kitten got fired.

-Aryamann Mehrotra.'

I clenched my teeth, realising who it was that got us all fired. How the hell did he even find me? It has almost been a week since my encounter with Mr. Mehrotra. And I thought he was done with this. Oh boy! How wrong I was!

"What's it, Bhumi?" Arohi asked, and I turned to them with a grim face.

"Listen, Bani, stop crying. We will not lose this job. I will deal with this. Okay? Trust me," I said, and Bani nodded.

"What are you talking about? How are you going to deal with this?" Arohi asked curiously.

"Arohi, this is a bait for me. Mr. Mehrotra found me," I said, and they both looked at me in horror.

"Let me go and confront the devil himself," I said, and I walked out of the cafe with determination.

Scratch what I said in the morning. The villain of my life definitely made his entry. Aryamann Mehrotra!

I reached Mehrotra Industries and looked up at the giant building in front of me.

"You can do this, Bhumi! You are a fighter. Remember?" I stepped into the building and went near the receptionist. I read her name tag. Riddhi Seth. Or we could just call her a makeup box.

"Ms. Seth. I am here to meet Aryamann Mehrotra," I said, and she looked up at me with a bored expression on her face.

"Do you have an appointment, Ms.?" she asked, looking me up and down in derision.

Who does she think she is?

"No," I said, looking straight into her eyes.

"Then you may leave. Mr. Mehrotra does not have time for nobodies," she said in an irritatingly high-pitched voice.

"I am here to meet Mr. Aryamann Mehrotra, and I won't leave without meeting him," I said, clenching my teeth in anger.

"Mr. Mehrotra is attending an important meeting, and we can't let all the nobodies in without his permission. So I demand that you leave immediately, Ms.," she said, glaring at me.

"Then go and tell him that his pregnant fiancee is waiting outside for him," I said, and she looked at me in horror.

Seriously, Bhumi? Pregnant?

Well, I didn't tell her that I am pregnant. Nor that I am his fiancee. I just told her his pregnant fiancee is waiting outside. It would be her fault if she misunderstands me to be the said pregnant fiancee. Wouldn't it?

"Pregnant fiancee?" She whisper-yelled, and I cursed her mentally. Then I saw that all the people around were staring at me in wide-eyed horror. Seriously? Why can't they just mind their own bloody business?

"You know what? Never mind. I can find my own way," I said and walked away from her to a cute guy who looks like your typical school/college nerd, who got direct placement through campus interviews, wearing those typical nerd glasses.

"Hey there. Could you please show me the way to Mr. Mehrotra's cabin?" I asked politely, and he nodded nervously. Why the hell is he nervous?

"This way, Ma'am," he said, directing me towards the elevator.

Once inside the elevator, I started talking to him about random things. By now, you must be aware that I am a chatterbox. I can't keep quiet for more than five minutes.

"So what's your name?" I asked.

"Aaron Samuel," he said, adjusting those cute glasses of his.

"Hey, Aaron. I am Bhumi Basu," I said, flipping my hair in my usual style, and he looked at me with wide eyes.

"What happened? You didn't like my name?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No no. Of course not, Ma'am. There is nothing like that. Please don't tell Mr. Mehrotra," he said anxiously.

"In which school did I teach you, Aaron?" I asked him.

"Nowhere," he said, frowning.

"Are you working for me?" I asked.

"No," he said, confused.

"Then why the hell are you calling me Ma'am? Call me Bhumi. That's my name. And I have been told many times that it is a very beautiful name," I said cheekily.

"Sorry, Ma'am. Mr. Mehrotra might fire me if I call you by name," he said, and I rolled my eyes.

I was tempted to tell him that I am in no way related to his Mr. Mehrotra. But I needed to meet the devil, so I kept quiet.

"Listen, Aaron. If you don't call me by my name, I will be forced to get you fired," I threatened him playfully. But being the scared nerd kid, he nodded his head nervously.

"Okay, Bhumi," he said, and I smiled victoriously.

We reached the devil's floor, and he directed me towards the devil's cabin.

I had been waiting for nearly two hours now, and the devil is nowhere around. I walked out and saw his personal secretary and asked him when Mr. Mehrotra would be free. The personal secretary said he had no idea.

Why in the hell is he a personal secretary if he has no idea about his boss's schedule? I waited for another hour, and the personal secretary came inside the cabin with an envelope and handed it over to me. I opened it, and my blood boiled reading the content.

'Aww. Tired of waiting?? It is okay, kitten. You may go home now. PS: Meet me at my place at sharp ten tomorrow.... Call me when you reach 98******.'

How dare he? He made me wait here on purpose when he could have said this as soon as I arrived here. I walked out of the building, cursing the dark prince of the business world with all the colourful words I am aware of.

Yeah! You heard right. Dark prince of the business world. You want to know why? Because he never smiles!! Can you believe it? He never smiles. How can someone not smile? Smiling comes to me just like breathing. He has a permanent scowl etched on his face.

The day passed by in a blur, and soon, I am standing in front of the same freaking mansion I sneaked into a week ago. I gave myself a prep talk, to not rip his head off once he is at an arm's distance from me.

'Bhumi, he is not worth spending the rest of your living years in prison. Or worse, hanged till death.'

I walked into the mansion, and as soon as I reached, I dialled his number.

"Aryamann Mehrotra," he said in a cold tone, and I rolled my eyes. That is his signature tone.

"Bhumi. I am here," I said coolly.

"Come to my study," he said and hung up before I could respond. Jerk.

I walked around the mansion, searching for the said study. I mean it is a freaking mansion, and it took me nearly twenty minutes to finally find the study.

As I entered the study, I was fascinated by the wide array of books arranged on the bookshelves. OMG! This is freaking awesome. I could literally live in this room for the rest of my life.

Ah if I didn't mention it before, let me tell you I am addicted to reading.

"What took you so long?" An irritated voice brought me out of the fantasy world I was in with my books.

"Oh, on the way, I saw a rainbow-coloured dragon and thought why not take a selfie with it so that I could post it on my social media page," I said in a sarcastic tone, and he again looked at me as if I am the weirdest creature on earth.

"Of course, I got lost, you dumbo," I said in a duh tone.

"You didn't get lost when you sneaked into my house and stole my shirt," he said with a daring look.

"Of course, that is different, Mr. Mehrotra. In that case, the person in need was me. So obviously, I would be determined and fast. But here the person in need is not me, so I took my leisure time to reach the destination," I said with a cheeky smile. If he thinks he can boss me around, he has another thing coming.

"So how is my baby?" He asked, and I looked at him confused.

He then pointed at my belly with his eyes.

That's when it clicked. Pregnant fiance.

"As annoying as you," I retorted.

"Were you born crazy? Or you just worked hard to become one? How could you just tell my employees that you are pregnant with my child?" He yelled at me.

"As a matter of fact, I didn't tell your employees that I am pregnant with your child," I said with a shrug.

"Don't lie, Ms. Basu. I know what you said. I have the security camera footage with me," he said.

"Well, I am not lying. You can check the footage again, Mr. Mehrotra. I just told her to inform you that your pregnant fiancee is waiting outside. I never told her that I am pregnant, and I certainly didn't tell her that I am your fiance. It's not my fault if she misinterpreted what I said," I said casually.

"Unbelievable," he muttered, and I heard someone laughing, and that's when I noticed his brothers sitting on the couch, looking at me with amusement dangling in their eyes.

What is so amusing here?

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