"Riya's point of view,"
"Harsh, what are you referring to?" After hearing him, I had an odd impression that he had some sort of plan going through his mind. But what? I must be aware.
"Riya, please refrain from posing questions to me. I will tackle whatever needs to be done right away in my style." He had a certain level of determination in his voice.
What's going on in his head, though? He has recently become more serious than ever. I've always seen him in a jovial mood, so I was afraid to see him with so many serious looks.
"Kindly explain what you're talking about. If you're are not telling the truth about me, I believe they shall soon see me laying by your side on an empty hospital bed."
"Oh, Riya, you are being such a jerk."
He refuses to tell me what is going through his thoughts even after I have repeatedly asked him to do so, and even then he accuses me of being impatient.
"Okay, Harsh, if you believe that, then I will tell you I will not ask questions now; you take care of yourself, and I will return to my hotel." I remarked as I rose from the bed.
"Riya, you become enraged so easily. Have I ever kept something from you before now?" He remarked as he took my hand and pushed me back onto the bed.
"Yes, but ever since I returned to India, you have kept a lot of things from me." I responded in a whiny manner.
"Please wait for the right time and don't get angry with me if I don't tell you something right away; in no way am I keeping anything from you." He spoke while stroking my palm with his hand.
Huhh, Exact time my foot.
Because of my curiosity, I am growing worse. But since I have a good understanding of Harsh, I can assume that if he has decided not to tell me anything, he will not do so now.
"It would be best for me to depart from here now, so I will."
"Can I request to you, Riya?"
What has happened to Harsh? Why is he posing such odd questions to me? And request?
Is he in the mood to joke?
However, I can tell he is going to talk to me seriously based on the serious look on his face.
But why the request?
"Harsh, when did you started make a request to me?" He has either advised me or teased me until now.
Humm..The request is something new.
I completely missed giving an answer to Harsh's question that was being asked in front of me, since it preoccupied me with talking to my subconscious while placing my palms on my chin.
"Riya, it takes a lot of thought for you to agree to my modest request."
"No, nothing comparable exists. You explain the situation to me." I responded in a random, off-the-cuff manner.
"Will you trust me if I ask you to sign a document without first having you read it?" He inquired while inhaling deeply.
"What?"
Hearing his ridiculous question, I could not believe it. I had the impression that my ears had picked up an incorrect sound.
What has happened to him, and why is he still asking me these kinds of questions? Why would he force me to sign anything without first reading it?
"Tell me, Riya, whether you believe in me."
"Harsh, what kind of question is this? Of course, I trust you." I responded, my eyes wide with shock.
"Okay, my lawyer will present you with some documents this evening.
Please sign them asking no questions and please don't even accidentally show your intelligence.
After signing you have to hand it back to him in 10 seconds." He forewarned me.
"Ten seconds?"
I've known this man for a very long time, but today is the first time I've seen this version. I know that Harsh thinks too much for everything, but I did not know he was so skilled. In those 10 seconds, he knows fully that only signs may be completed, but I need to consider something.
What more is he going to do to me if he won't even let me read the papers?
"Riya, go take a nap now; I need to do some crucial work." He spoke while grabbing his phone.
I do not know what's going on in his head or what's going on all around me. I've blackmailed him and asked him out of rage and love. Despite my best efforts, he was unwilling to share anything with me.
Oh my God, I can't take it any longer. The anguish has caused my brain to explode. I currently only require a tier of black coffee props.
I slid into some comfortable clothing once I got to the hotel room.
My hotel room's door was knocked on shortly after that.
Harsh's lawyer was in front of me. He was holding a file, so he must gain my signature here. But as I sign unread documents, I have a strange feeling. He, though, has my promise.
I might determine which documents he got me to sign if I record the video while keeping my phone's camera on. Wow, Riya, you are really smart. This new, nasty notion that entered my thoughts was being praised by my subconscious.
"Ma'am, may I enter?"
I was talking in my head when the lawyer in front of me cut me off.
Why do I sometimes act so rudely?
"Yes, come inside."
To make room for the lawyer to enter, I moved from in front of the entrance.
"I need your signature, Madam." The lawyer remarked, handing me the file he had come with.
Riya, hurry. Here is your chance.
My phone's screen flashed with Harsh's message as soon as I considered activating my phone's camera.
"Riya, don't even consider doing this. You made a promise to me."
Oh, my God. Is there a camera hidden in my hotel room by him? I searched the area for the hidden camera.
Even in my dreams, I had never believed that Harsh could be so cunning.
I admire Rachit's ability to manipulate people with his words, but I did not know that Harsh also can read people's minds, besides his skill at captivating people with words.
Why am I not so good at judging people?
This is a quality I aspire to possess as well. I was currently experiencing some jealousy over Harsh's talent.
"Ma'am, please sign." Once again, the lawyer in front of me disturbed my inner thoughts.
The lawyer was seated in front of me, and as I observed his face, I could tell that he was growing increasingly irritated at seeing me continually lost in such thoughts. I can't, however, get rid of his annoyance.
Why has Harsh put me in this situation? I have never in my life signed a document before reading it, but if I don't sign these documents, Harsh will assume I don't trust him. Oh God, I remembered God again.
"Tell me where I should sign." I inquired while taking a big breath.
"Here." The lawyer opened the file in front of me. As soon as I raised my pen to sign the document. The lawyer instantly activated the stopwatch on his mobile device.
"What are you doing?" I asked as I puzzledly regarded him.
"Mr. Chopra has clearly instructed me you must sign this entire file within 10 seconds and take it back from you, failing which, he will fire me from my position." The lawyer gulped his saliva in response.
"What?"
Harsh turned out to be entirely different from what I had imagined. I can't believe how much he has changed in the past four years. But what impressed me about him was that he was prepared for every situation like a professional business owner.
I'm sure I would have given him a firm kiss on the lips if he had been there this time.
"It's only eight seconds left, madam." In a firm voice, the lawyer said,
Oh no; I took the pen in my palm and signed with my running hand where the lawyer had requested me to.
The lawyer remarked, "Thank you, Madam," as he took the file away.
I could see a delighted expression on his face.
"You won't let me see this file, but there are still 2 seconds left." I inquired as I saw the stopwatch ticking on the phone in front of me.
"Sorry, ma'am. I cannot show you this file. Once more, I want to say thank you. " After saying this, the lawyer walked out of my room.
"Harsh, I hate you."
As soon as the attorney left, I called out to Harsh on video and yelled indignantly at him.
"I adore you as much as you hate me." He laughed and responded to my statements.
"Does that imply that you have no love for me at all? Because I don't hate you at all, as you well know."
"Oh, you should not have said 'hate you but love you' to me."
"Harsh, I would have given you... if you were standing before me right now." I said, clenching my fist in annoyance as I heard him tease me.
"So what will you do to me..?" Goosebumps formed all over my body as his intense sight flashed across my mobile device.
"Nothing; the darkness is enough. And I have to go to Wings Industries early the next morning to give Rachit my project-related documents." I answered in a hushed tone.
"Okay, Riya, good night." He responded, lost in thought.
"I love you." As I hung up the phone, I said,
Unfortunately, I have to deal with Rachit Khurana again tomorrow. I don't even want to look at that person's face, yet there is nothing else I can do.
I don't know if it was Rachit or my dream project, but I ended up having a pretty sound sleep after thinking about both of them.