The UnWanted Passenger #YourStoryIndia

Unwanted Collegue.

Mahaya sighed.

"Alright. Marry off." She grumbled.

Tanya grinned.

"Great. We have so much to do! I need to go! Tell my Dad the news!" Tanya said as she left the office.

Mahaya shook her head, smiling Her herself.

She was a pain in the a*s but a best friend like her was hard to find.

Now Mahaya understood why Tanya didn't pick up her phone. These two were probably going at it like a pair of rabbits.

Mahaya headed down for a coffee when she saw Yashraj getting out of her father's office.

"You!" Mahaya marched up to him.

"What are you doing here?" She asked him with an accusing tone.

And what she was accusing him of? Neither of them knew.

Yashraj narrowed his eyes.

"Your father invited me today, remember?" He replied sarcastically.

She narrowed her eyes in return.

"What did you two talk about?" She asked.

"What makes you think I'll tell you?"

"I gave you a roof to stay under yesterday." She replied instantly.

He sighed.

"He offered me a job."

"You look quiet happy about it." She pointed out.

"He laid down two conditions." He said, ruffling his hair.

"What?"

Her Dad was a smart person. He played his cards well. And the conditions he put down, they all had some reasons behind them.

"I was to take the company accommodation. Which I refused. I'm sorry but I don't think I'll be using one until I know this is where I'll settle."

"So where are you staying?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

There was no way she was allowing him to stay. She didn't want to be responsible for her grandmother's uncalled death.

"Roy's, floor six." He replied, smirking.

Her jaw dropped.

Her house? Her guest floor?

Why was this happening to her?

But then Mahaya thought better of it.

She was an adult. She wouldn't be showing irrational hatred or throw childish tantrums.

Besides, this was a temporary situation.

"And the second?"

"Well, um, 'Lay one finger on my daughter and I'll make sure no company in this entire state will hire you.' These were his exact words." He puckered his lips.

No wonder he was looking so grave.

Mahaya's father could be scary when needed.

Though Mahaya had only seen him lose his cool once.

Mahaya chuckled softly.

Yashraj grimaced.

"Oh, sure. Laugh. It's funny. Father and daughter have fun at my expense."

He faked a laugh.

Mahaya patted his shoulder in sympathy.

Kartik had always complained how terrible it was when she and her father ganged up against him.

Yashraj's eyes widened.

This is the first time Mahaya had been soft with him.

He was beginning to think that she had no funny bone inside her.

She turned around, still chuckling as she moved towards the reception.

Then she suddenly paused and turned around, marching towards him.

Yashraj panicked.

Mahaya was like a jungle cat. She seemed wild, fierce, feisty and really really dangerous when provoked.

She poked his chest.

"If you were kicked out from the company accommodation a week ago and you didn't have any place to crash, where did you stay for the whole week?!"

Mahaya couldn't believe she had just overlooked this.

The mere thought of this thought never occurring was a disappointment to her.

"In my car." He retorted.

"What car?!"

The damned car.

Mahaya wanted to this car that he was so fussed up about.

The car was the reason they were in this mess.

The car was the reason he was in her life.

And she still hadn't seen it yet.

"The car that I lived in. Same model."

"Where is it?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Stolen, I guess. I reported it missing just a few hours ago." Yashraj answered honestly.

The car was his only roof for a week.

But he had lost so much that year that a car being stolen didn't make that big a difference to him.

Mahaya nodded after considering it for a moment.

"Well, okay then."

She turned around, tracing her steps back to her office.

"I'll see you at home." She called out over her shoulder.

Yashraj unconsciously smiled.

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