My New Boss - Season 3 - Part 25

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Chapter 25


Khushi’s POV


“I am still a hunter, a woman who wants to snatch, rule, dominate and hence the kind of woman you seemed to hate earlier. So, I don’t understand why are you interested in me all of a sudden? Why so much favors? Why the urge to take me out on date or to keep me safe? Why?”


Seems like I have stunned him by my questions and I am glad for once I could shut him up otherwise recently, he’s the one who has been doing that.

“Your memory is sharp,” he smirks. “Or you are very keen in remembering everything about me.”

I frown.

“That’s not the answer to my question.”

“And I’ll give you one when we begin our dinner. Let’s go.”

He stretches his arm for me to hold which I glance at once before meeting his gaze.

“This is a formal dinner. Don’t make it look like a date. I can walk on my own.”


Saying that I march out of the room with Arnav following me. We have just reached the car when we see Ayush Sir getting down the car. He is just back from office.

“Hey” He greets us with a confused smile. “Where are you two going?”

“Dinner” Arnav replies while I am still contemplating what to reply.

“Oh that’s … great.. You both deserve a break after all that happened recently.”


I put a weak smile while Arnav opens the car door for me.

“Is your Mom home or…” Sir asks and I can sense he is curious to know every tidbit of his ex-wife.

“She’s home.” Arnav replies. “Although I don’t want you to bother her privacy. Stay in your limits..”


I know he is teasing his father but for a second even Ayush Sir’s mouth hangs open at Arnav’s warning.

“Son… If I hadn’t invaded her privacy, you wouldn’t be born. You should thank me for that.”


Arnav laughs at his father’s response and then gives him a tight hug.

“Enjoy.”

“You too” Arnav winks at Ayush Singh Raizada who gives me a warm smile and heads in the house.


I like how at ease Arnav is with his parents. He can tease them as if they are friends.

“Where is your Driver?” I ask, as Arnav gestures me to get into the passenger seat ahead.

“We are self-driving.”

“No way you are driving. Your ankle needs rest. You are walking enough the whole day that’s more than enough. I am not letting you drive.”


His eyes gleam with delight and I know why. He likes it when I care for him.

“Then you drive.. I’ve never seen you driving by the way.”


I stiffen at his remark.

“I… I don’t drive anymore.” I look away, trying to hide the sudden pain shooting in my heart.

“Why?”

“I don’t want to answer that. Now shall we leave? Call your driver because that’s the only way we are going to make it to the hotel for dinner.”


He rolls his eyes and takes out his phone from the suit pocket which I suppose is to make the call to his driver.


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Mohan, his driver, starts the engine and we are finally off the mansion. We have occupied the backseat and I’m utterly quiet.

“Is this because of the accident six years ago?” he asks, knowing very well that I might not open up that incident to him.

I turn to him with a stony face.

“Don’t pinch my bruises, Arnav. That accident is a closed chapter of my life. I don’t want to talk about it to anyone.”

The next instant, he grabs my hand and our fingers entwine.

“You are shivering,” Arnav mutters with worry and pain laced on his face.


I didn’t realize that I was shivering until Arnav begins to rub my cold hand and fingers, bringing back some warmth in them.

“Damn, what is wrong with your body? You are freezing cold.. Come here..”


He scoops me in his arms and I don’t mind. I chose to wear a semi backless maroon bodycon today and now I wonder why didn’t I pick a better one which could cover all of my exposed skin. It’s not that I haven’t ever hugged Arnav before. I had. When that incident in the hotel happened and he came to save me. But here in the confined space of the backseat of the car, it feels intimate. Arnav rubs my arms and then palm gently strokes my back. But there is nothing ill in the way he is rubbing my skin. He’s a man with clear conscience and that’s what I like about him.


Soon, I start feeling better and I pull away from him knowing his actions have drawn enough heat in my body already. Arnav takes off his suit jacket and wraps it around my shoulder.

“You’ll need this..” he says, holding the jacket on my shoulder.


Always a gentleman.!! We reach the hotel in around 20 minutes and it’s all fancy just like I had expected. A seven-star hotel where we are going to have a buffet dinner.


“Buffet?” I stare at him quizzically as the manager leads us to their restaurant.

“I didn’t want to scare you with a cosy candlelight dinner. It is you who said its not a date but a formal dinner, didn’t you?”


I roll my eyes and take a seat with Arnav asks the options of Wine to go with the buffet. He’s very choosy in terms of his drink and that I learn only today. Hmm. We soon get our plates filled with our individual choice of food from the buffet counter and take the seat again. Arnav raises his wine glass to toast and I simply stare at him in disbelief.

“Come on.. toasting a glass of wine won’t make this less formal,” he teases.

“I am toasting only if you give me the answer to the question, I asked you before leaving AR mansion today. Why are you suddenly doing all this? Flirting openly, caring for me and my safety like I mean more than just the CEO of your Company, personally handling all my problems, why Arnav?”


He ignores toasting and sips some wine before putting the glass down.


“Let me be honest then..” he sprawls back on his chair, keeping his gaze fixed on me. “I bloody don’t know what got these changes in me. I never lied to you about hating women who are dominating and ruling kind, the ones exactly like you and I think I still do.. but somehow you don’t come under that category anymore. Though you don’t fit in that category of women I would like to know more about, you still are the only one these days I can’t stop thinking about.. no matter how much I try to ignore and focus..”


Well!! That comment deserves me to have a sip of wine too. Because I am mortified. What should I conclude from his reply? I take a sip of the wine and then shrug.


“You should stay away from me, Arnav. I am not.. that kind..”

“What kind?” He probes holding my gaze with his heated ones..

“The kinds which settle down with a man..”


He nods gently, as if thinking of a counter reply.

“Well… If you ask me.. you are perfectly capable of being one such woman.”

“There is a difference between being capable and being interested. I am capable but not interested.”


I take another swig of my wine before putting my hands over the table.

“Plus.. This is no secret that no man can bear my tantrums for long..”

“Try me..” Arnav leans over the table like me, with his fingers gently grazing mine, flaming my heart and those two words creating a swirl of warmth in the pit of my stomach.


To be Continued.

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