Music Of The Heart.

CHAPTER NINE.

"Stupid Laad Governor! Even the canteen is closed today! What am I going to do now." Khushi cursed, holding her growling stomach. She was so hungry right now that she could eat the whole office. 
She knocked at his door before making her way in, with the file.

Arnav lifted his gaze from his laptop to see who it was, it was then that he realized what beauty he failed to notice earlier when Khushi came into his cabin.

Even in her formals, she looked like a goddess. Her dress hugged every curve of her body perfectly, like her second skin. Her skirt revealing her long beautiful legs. Her top showing off just the right amount of skin needed to seduce men all over the world. The colour of her top complimenting her perfectly toned, creamy white skin. Her hair tied high in a knot and her skin glowing due to the sun light pouring inside the room from the window.

Arnav gulped seeing the most gorgeous and exquisite sight he'd ever seen. 

'Damn' he thought before a loud bang brought him out of his daze.

"The file, sir!" Khushi said, practically slamming it on his table.

"Uh .. yeah." Arnav nodded, shifting his gaze to the file and trying not to think about her slender, bare legs across the table. 

Arnav closed his eyes, taking a deep breathe before pushing all the weird thoughts out of his mind. 'Weird' as he called them.

"Now. Bring me Mr. Gilbert's file." Arnav ordered, his eyes scanning through the file in hand.

"You know, you could have asked me to bring both the files in one go!" Khushi frowned.

"I am the boss, Ms. Gupta! I decide things here!" Arnav lifted his gaze to meet her irritated one. He smirked inwardly enjoying the deadly look on her face! 

"Don't just stand there! GO!" Arnav barked, turning his gaze back to the file.

Khushi clenched her fists to keep herself from doing something she might regret later. 

"Yes sir!" She said through gritted teeth and turned to leave.

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"Bastard. UGH! What the bloody hell he thinks of himself!" Khushi muttered under her breathe searching for the file in Nihaal's cabin.

"I am the boss Ms. Gupta, I decide things here." she mimicked. "Well fuck you, boss! I hope you rot in hell" she searched all the drawers and cupboards in Nihaal's cabin but the file was no where to be seen.

"If not here then it must be down, in Lavanya's cubicle." She sighed, closing Nihaal's door behind her. The sight of the never ending stairs and her hunger was making her dizzy. She cursed her beast of a boss before making her way down the stairs. 

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Arnav was working on his laptop when he felt his head becoming heavy. And his sight becoming blur. He blinked several times before gulping down his left over coffee. It made him feel a little better.

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"Not even in Lav's cabin. Where the hell is it?!" Khushi looked around Lavanya's cabin one last time before walking out.

'Where can it be-- Store room? No no, how can it be in the store room. No body will keep it there. It ain't some junk.' Khushi thought, biting her nail.

'May be, someone kept it there not knowing it was Gilbert's. I should check' 

Khushi started for the store room now. She searched the entire store room but she couldn't find it!

'Did we lose the file? Uh-oh. This is not good. This is soo not good. He is going to be so angry!' Khushi gulped, heading towards Arnav's cabin.

Khushi walked into his cabin, without knocking. She was still lost in her thoughts to were the file could be when she heard somebody shouting her name.

"Ms. Gupta!" Arnav yelled. "Stop day dreaming! you are paid to work not to day dream!"

Khushi frowned and looked around to see she was already standing inside his cabin.

"And did you forget, you are supposed to knock before barging inside someone's room? These are called manners. You should learn them!"

Khushi didn't give a damn to the insult he was throwing her way. All she cared about right now was the lost file. Arnav raised his eyebrow when he didn't get any response from her.

"Uh, sir--" Khushi swallowed and prepared herself for the fulmination coming her way before telling him about the file. 

"And what took you so long?" 

"Sir, actually--"

"Oh, and did I mention that  Mr. Gilbert's file is with me only? Nihaal gave it to me yesterday. By the time I remembered that, you were already out of my cabin" 

"Sir, I can't find the -- Wait! WHAT?!"

"What?" Arnav said, his face as innocent as possible. 

"YOU MEAN YOU HAD THE FILE ALL THIS WHILE? AND I WAS LOOKING FOR IT IN THE WHOLE OFFICE LIKE RETARDS?!"

Shocked was an understatement to what Khushi was feeling right now. More then shocked she was angry. Soo angry that she could kill him right NOW with her own hands. Only if she could.

"Oh. You were?!" Arnav said. His tone slightly mocking. His face plain and blank as if he knew nothing about it.

"WHAT THE HELL!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW AFRAID I WAS? THINKING THAT WE LOST THE FILE?!"

"Well we didn't lose the file. Now, stop shouting and connect me with Mr. Gilbert." Khushi's mouth formed the largest 'O' of all times. She didn't move a muscle. She stood rooted to her spot. How dare he! She stared at him, her eyes wide like saucers and her jaw dropped.

"Hurry up Ms. Gupta! You are wasting my time!"

'Relax Khushi. Forget it. He didn't know. Just ignore it.' Khushi walked towards the table, dialling Mr. Gilbert's number. Her gaze never leaving Arnav's face, shooting daggers at him through her eyes.

"A.G Casa De Moda, This is Vanessa Westland, how may I help you?"

"Hello, I am Khushi Gupta from AR. Mr. Raizada's personal assistant. Could you please connect us with Mr. Gilbert? Mr. Raizada wishes to speak to him."

"Sure. Wait."

"Take notes." Arnav told Khushi, before taking the phone from her hands.

"Good morning Mr. Gilbert"

"Very well fine. How are you? Well about the deal..."

The conversation went on for a good twenty minutes, with Khushi struggling to take notes. As soon as the call ended, Arnav kept the phone on the table and went back to working on his laptop. 

"Just so you could know, I don't know short hand! So kindly speak slowly, the next time you want me to take notes!"

"Well, then learn short hand! This is how I speak, and this is how I will speak!" Arnav said through gritted teeth.

"This is not my job sir! I don't wish to learn short hand just for a month. Also I don't have time to. I have to be in office till 7 pm. And you know, now I'm not even free on weekends. So lets do one thing, I will quit being your PA and you can assign somebody else who knows short hand!" Khushi retorted, her arms crossed over her chest.

Arnav stood up from his chair and walked towards her. Making Khushi immediately step back. Khushi flinched when she felt the wall hit her back.

'Shit. You could have gone for the door too, you know! who asked you to stick yourself to the wall!' Khushi cursed herself and gulped when Arnav closed the distance between them, towering over her. Khushi looked up to see his gaze piercing through hers. His jaw clenching and unclenching, time and time again. 

"Don't. Talk. To. Me. Like. That!" His tone deadly-low, sending chills down her spine. Khushi's heart picked up speed and her breathing quickened.

"Uh-- Sir, I--" 

"You don't get to decide things here! You. Have. To. Learn. Short. Hand!" 

Khushi couldn't even blink her eyes, let alone reply him.

"Is that clear Ms. Gupta?" Arnav said, his eyes burning into hers.

"Ye.. Yes sir."

"Good." He said, as he stepped away from her.

"Now go, and write an email to Mr. Gilbert and all these clients" He handed her a paper which had names of some people and some other small details. "Inform them about the meeting we are holding on Wednesday with Mr. Gilbert, here in AR!"

Khushi took the paper from his hands and nodded, too afraid to say anything.

Arnav was about to go back to his chair after Khushi left, when his vision started to get blur again and he felt dizzy. He managed to go back to his chair some how and closed his eyes for a brief moment. His vision cleared again when he opened his eyes but the dizziness was still there. He also realized that it was almost time to take his medicines for diabetes. Before taking it he had to eat something, and hell he didn't even have his breakfast today. The canteen was closed too. He picked up his phone, ordering something from outside.

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"Done with the email, finally. Should better go inform him first." Khushi was now really really hungry. Her stomach wouldn't shutup. She got up to go when she saw one of the peons carrying doughnuts in a bag. Khushi licked her lips, before calling him out.

"Heyyyy? Listen?!" 

The peon stopped mid step and turned around.

"Yeah?"

"Hey, I uh.. um, you know I, I am kind of hungry and the canteen is closed too so, I was..uh.. thinking--" Khushi was trying to bring her thoughts to her mouth when her stomach growled again. Louder this time.

The peon looked at her and smirked. Offering her one of his doughnuts. 

"Ofcourse, you can have one!" 

"Well, that was embarrassing. Anyways, thankyou so much. I owe you a doughnut now." Khushi winked and the peon chuckled. 

"No problem" He smiled, and left.

Khushi inhaled the delicious smell of the doughnut and grinned.

'This will work for now!' Khushi thought, taking a bite. She turned on her heels, heading towards Arnav's cabin.

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Arnav was feeling worse with every passing second. The keys on his keyboard suddenly became twice the number they were before due to his blurred vision. His throat went dry and he felt the need to drink some water. Arnav looked around his cabin to find a jug of water on a small table near his door.

He stood up, trying to reach the small table on the other end of the room, when he started losing his vision completely and his legs refused to support him. He was already on his knees when Khushi knocked at his door.

Khushi walked inside his cabin but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw her boss lying on the ground unconscious.

"SIR!"

She rushed towards him, sitting on the ground and kept his head on her lap.

"Sir? Sir are you okay? sir?" Khushi panicked when he didn't respond. She cupped his face with one hand and shook his shoulder with the other.

"Sir? Sir wake up please!" Khushi got on her feet reaching for the jug of water. She sprinkled some water on his face and he frowned. He blinked several times before closing his eyes again.

"Sir.. sir please. Stay with me. I'll.. I'll call the doctor!" Khushi looked around to see where she dropped her phone when Arnav held her hand, ever so lightly and said "Khushi-- swee--"

"Huh? What?" Khushi patted his cheek to keep him from fainting again.

"Sweet--"

"Sweet?!" Khushi frowned.

"Sug-- sugar" Arnav gulped as his head lolled sideways on Khushi's lap.

"Sugar? You want to eat something sweet? Sir, you are fainting and you are thinking about food?! Weird." Khushi raised her brow, utterly confused.

"swe.. sweet, hu--hurry" Arnav breathed heavily, his eyes fluttering close.

"Huh? Okay, wait, wait. Stay with me. Don't close your eyes, okay?"

Khushi stood up, going out to look for something sweet to eat when her gaze fell on her doughnut. She instantly fed the sweet, creamed part of her doughnut to him and then reaching for the water again when he started to cough. She slapped his back and helped him to sit upright. Khushi wrapped her arms around his shoulder in order to keep him from falling again and he leaned into her arms, seeking the warmth she was offering him. After a good two, three minutes Arnav was perfectly conscious again. 

He turned his head sideways to look at Khushi, finding her face an inch away from his. Their eyes met and something strong passed between them. Neither of them spoke anything. Enjoying the warmth that seeped into their bodies due to their close proximity. Tingles went up and down his arms when he felt Khushi's warm breathe fanning his face. And suddenly everything around them disappeared. Every sane thought faded away. Arnav knew nothing except for the fact that he was in the arms of the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen, ever met. He gulped when his gaze fell onto her full, parted lips. His gaze wandered between her lips and her eyes. His own lips parted when he leaned his head forward wanting to feel the softness of her lips on his. Their hearts were beating in sync. His heart picked up speed and his mind went blank when he saw Khushi leaning her own head in his direction. 

TBC.

PS- A.G = Adriano Gilbert.

     Casa De Moda is 'Fashion house' in Italian.

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