~ABHIMAAN MALHOTRA ❤️ SAMANTHA SINGH~
"Tell me, wifey. You were so eager to marry me, huh? Do you have any extra needs that I can fulfill?" she fumed in anger upon hearing his disrespectful words. She raised her hands only to slap him and shut his m...
I was going through the file when I felt someone's arms locked around my waist and I knew whose it was. "Biwi is overthinking, I see", Abhimaan said.
These days, I was so busy with the project that me and Abhimaan barely got any time together. He was also busy with meetings and conferences. And I gave extra time to understand the project well. "What are you thinking, Samantha?", he asked putting his chin on my shoulder.
"If I can really do this or not? I mean, Isha was a professional, Abhimaan. And she was good at what she does....", I said after turning back to face him.
"But she is not good at what she thinks, Samantha. And we have already talked enough on this", he said sitting at the couch.
Yes, I asked him why he took that decision so impulsively because I can't let him mix his personal and professional lives. And he answered me with same reasons that I'm the best fit for this project.
"Abhimaan....", I stood in front of him.
"Samantha, trust me. You can't see the potential I'm able to see inside you. You will give justice to the brand. Yes, Isha was good but professionally. But you have that spark, Samantha, which is just raw and impactful", he said and to be honest, I blushed inside hearing his words.
"Ab chaliye ye overthinking ko side kariye. Because I have a surprise for you", he said getting straight on his feet and took the files from my hand, kept it on the table and dragged me out. ("Now let's keep aside your overthinking")
"What? Where are going, Abhimaan?", I kept asking but he barely answered.
"You will get to know", he spoke once we were inside his car. He drove off to God knows where while I barely spoke anything further. I was just being reluctant.
Soon he stopped the car in front of a building, it seemed to be old and vintage and I read the name at the entrance, "Maan Foundation."
Abhimaan came to my side when we both got out of the car as I looked at him surprisingly, "I realised we still haven't been on our first date, Mrs. Malhotra", he said taking my hand in his and walking inside the gate.
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The building was huge, and the entrance row was filled with flowers. "It's my Mumma's NGO. It was our second home. Me, Mumma and Dad used to come here", he started speaking with a softness in his tone and suddenly I smiled inwardly that he took me here. To his most precious place.
We entered inside and an old man who was in her late 60s came to us, "Arey Abhimaan Baba aaye hai. Aao beta....", he welcomed us in. ("Abhimaan Sir has came. Come, son....")
