The End Of Pain

Chapter 3 ♡

"Ok mam "

"Let's go" i said and pick up my pendrive and file.

I greet with my investors. One of them forwarded hand for handshake, "sir , sorry but mam don't like handshakes" Nia interrupted.

"Mam I already told them about this thing" she whispered in my ear.

Why the hell people don't understand a simple thing.

I don't like touches and i don't know why people are soo touchy.

"Sorry Miss. Sharma i forgot to tell my son about this handshake thing " Mr. Agnihotri said.

"It's ok, but make sure not to repeat this mistake"

"By the way he is my son Mayank Agnihotri " Mr. Agnihotri said

"Ok , let's start meeting " i said ignoring the monkey or whatever his name is and move towards my head chair.

I start giving the presentation and to my surprise no one asked why I am giving them details verbally.

All the investors are impressed by our work and all are ready to invest as well.

And why not i manipulate them and they don't even get to know.

Everyone shake their hands with each other but no one dare to come near me.

This make me happy.

Everyone start moving out of the conference room. Suddenly I heard a voice

"Miss. Sharma i am impressed"

And there he is standing in fully office attire. Hairs neatly done, tall height , well maintained body.

None other than my bestfriend less brother more the great Mr. Rishabh Sharma.

"It's charm that everyone easily get impressed" i said folding my arms around my chest.

"Ya ya whatever whatever" he said.

"So Mr. investors are you to investing in my project"i said going toward him.

"If I am not investing then what I am doing in this confrence room of yours" he said in a frustrated tone.

"How I know about that" i said behaving like innocent.

"Haa haa tujhe kese pata hoga , main batata hu na" he said.

(Yes yes how you know about that, let me tell you)

" Jii jarur" i said blinking my eyes acting all innocent.

"Apko nahi pata mam , main achar daal raha hu chahiye aapko" he said sarcasm dripping from his voice.

(Don't you know mam, I am making pickle do you also want)

"No thanks, tera khatta khane ka mann kar raha tu kha" i shoot him back.

(No thanks, you are craving for something sour you have it)