Samriddhi's pov 

Finally, I took a sigh of relief the moment I left that building. Oh god, I swear I'm going to kill Hannah. Who asks such stupid questions? Well, I should have read them before; it's my fault too that I believe her.

Phone rings......

Hannah calling 📞

Speak of the devil, and the devil will appear.............

Hannah:Hello

Samriddhi: what

Hannah: what? What happened? Did everything go well or not?

Samriddhi: Girl, just count your hours of living because I'm going to kill you the moment I see you. I swear

Hannah: What did I do?

Samriddhi: seriously!!!!! Who asks such ridiculous questions?

Hannah: Damn... hey... I think...line is... hello. I.think ...no.....network...

   Beep bleep.....

Agh..!!!! I'm not going to leave her this time. I reached home.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You freaking embarrassed me. Oh god, girl, you are so dead." I started shouting the moment I laid eyes on her, and she was jumping from one place to another just to save herself from my wrath, and she is so damn lucky too because the exact moment Koholi AUNTY entered our apartment.

"What happened?" she asked.

"She sent me to complete some stupid assignments, and not only that, she wrote stupid things as questions, but moreover, I asked them without even noticing and made a fool of myself," I replied in one breath.

"No, it's not a stupid assignment; ok, it's an important interview with Henry Brown. Consider yourself lucky that you got 10 minutes to meet with him because of me," Hannah replied.

To be honest, I'm this close to killing her when Kohli AUNTY saves her.

Well, she likes Indian tea made by me, so it's kind of our routine to have tea together.

KOHLI AUNTY is an Indian too; she is our landlady. She is really sweet and treats us very lovingly. She is like a mother figure to us.

After our tea, when she left, Hannah came and apologized to me, and I forgave her. After all, she is just a child. How can I be mad at her?

Hannah was really happy when she sorted out all the details and made her report on the interview, and she was blabbering about the Brown family all the time.

When she was picking up some pictures of Henry Brown from the internet, she asked for my advice too. I'm not interested at all; all I need is some rest. But Hannah being Hannah, how can she leave me easily?

Going through the pictures, I noticed that this Henry guy has a good height; he may be approx. 6 feet, which I barely remember when he stands beside me.

But I didn't notice his blue eyes and curly, superman-like hairstyle, which I'm seeing now in pictures.

Finally, she wrapped everything up, and I'm free to sleep.

Then I remembered I didn't call Mumma today; in all this chaos and tension, I forgot. So I picked up my phone and called her. Well, it's our routine; we call each other daily.

"Hello..Mumma Namaste.."

We had a little bit of chat, then I went to sleep.

Henry's pov 

My stress from this hectic day went away after seeing my buddy Kal. when I came back to my place. He is my only companion in my hard times as well as in my happy times.

Kal is my pet dog, which was gifted to me by my brother James. I've been fond of pets since my childhood, and I am a dog person.

We played together a little bit, then we went for a walk.

I have a banquet to attend today, so I left around 8 p.m. It's an important event organized by one of my clients.

I reached there and socialized with some of the guests there.

When I finally met my brother James and his girlfriend Anna, I met my brother almost two months later because he was on a business trip.

We talked for some time about business and stuff, then suddenly Anna teased me, "Henry, it's time. You really need a girlfriend now. At least when you have a date, you probably won't ruin mine, right?" James laughed at her remark, and I only chuckled because I knew how much they all enjoyed this topic.

Then, finally, I bid my farewell to them and left the party.

I was not in the mood to drive, so I took Smith with me.

Smith is my driver as well as my right hand.

If I'm not around, besides my brothers, I only trust my business matters to Smith and my secretary, Beck.

As I recalled Anna's comment, I couldn't help but think about Cafe Girl, a.k.a. Ms. Samriddhi.

What the hell is happening to me? Why can't I stop thinking about her?

I don't even know her, and I'm not a love-at-first-sight person at all.

Her attractive smile is still playing in my head like a movie, but today, no, today, that smile was not on her face.

I wonder why.

"Oh god, man, for fuck's sake, stop. Why would she smile for you? Who are you?" I scolded myself internally, but at the same time I argued with myself, "Well, most of the girls do such things around me."

Then something hits my head: she is not like them, with whom you interacted before.

All my thoughts came to a halt when Smith pulled the car in front of my mansion.

Damn, I need rest because I have a flight in the early morning for a business trip to Madrid.

About my trip:

My younger brother Richard and I started a hotel franchise, and we are going together for that.

Going on a business trip with Richard is a different pain in the ass.

That bastard brings some dumb girl every time he goes somewhere.

I hate mixing business with pleasure, and he said that's the reason I don't have a girlfriend.

It's not like I didn't have relationships or didn't try to, but I never got a connection with anyone besides one.

Well, that's a closed chapter; rather, not think about that.

It's not like I don't want anyone. I do. But I don't want a dumb trophy girl beside me. She should be sensible, loyal, caring, loving, and compassionate; she must have values that are rare to find in humans these days. I don't want her to be with me only for my good looks or money. I want her to be with me for who I am. Just like looks don't matter to me, She should be beautiful in her heart. Who must know how to balance my and her professional lives. Work is important and she shouldn't pick fights over these issues. It's not like, I won't give her time. I will. But all I want we should have compatibility. That she won't make this relationship all about her just like I would never make it all about myself. I want us to equal in everything. She should listen to me when it needed like I will always listen to her. The understanding and communication is the foundation of any relationship not only lovers but every realtionship, I just want understanding between us that we can communicate anything and understand each other.

Isn't that not much, right? Or is it?

I landed in Madrid and left for my hotel when I got a call from my brother, "Hey brother."

"Tell me you arrived already," I asked.

He replied, "About that...actually, I have some other business to deal with in Poland, so I can't make it. sorr........"

I didn't give him a chance to complete his sentence, and I cut the call.

Damn him!

I hate him. It's easy to work with James as compared to him. That's the only reason I didn't want to be his partner, but he insisted, and I agreed, but now I'm regretting it.

I landed back in the States after one day's stay in Madrid. It's Sunday, and I ruined my weekend because of my lovely brother.

I decided to meet my parents, but when I called my mother, she informed me that she and my father were on vacation.

I have nothing much to do, so I decided to go clubbing with my brother James. Well, I don't have many friends; my brothers are my only friends, and my one and only friend is Khan. Besides some of my business partners who were also my alumni, well, they don't fall in the category of friends, but yeah.

It's too early for clubbing, so I decided to hang out in the city. I entered a restaurant for lunch. My eyes caught someone, and then automatically the left corner of my mouth was raised. Well, guess who got me smiling?

I reached their table and greeted them, Hello, MS. Samriddhi." She turned, and her expressions were enough to show her shock that she didn't expect me, but somehow she managed to reply "Hello, Mr. Brown". Two more girls are accompanying her, and one of them gasped and excitedly introduced herself: "I'm Hannah Michaelson. Nice to meet you, Mr. Brown". Okay, so she is the one.

Ms. Michaelson kept talking nonstop unless the other girl with them gestured for her to stop. Finally, she concluded with, "Mr. Brown, thank you so much for your time for that interview; it really means a lot to me."

"My pleasure," I replied.

Then the other girl introduced herself: "Hi, Mr. Brown. It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Namrita Kohli."

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Kohli."

Then immediately Hannah offered me to join them, which I accepted, of course.

I, Henry Brown, am having lunch with complete strangers. Can you imagine that? Well, here I am. Something about her forces me to do things I never even imagined.

I ordered my food, and Ms. Michaelson and Ms. Kohli both started a conversation with me, to which I politely replied, but she She didn't utter a single word from her mouth. She is completely engrossed in her food.

Suddenly, Ms. Michaelson said, "I searched the whole internet but didn't get any latest pictures of you for my article."

"Well, I have a shoot next Friday; I would love to help you, Ms. Michaelson," I replied.

"Oh, my God!!!!! Really? Exclusive pictures? Thank you so much." She get excited.

"You can contact Beck for details," I replied, and she seems happy.

On the other hand, I didn't move my eyes from her, not even for a second, and she is looking everywhere except at me.

The whole time, I waited for her to start a conversation or say a single word, but nothing happened. Finally, we all finished our lunch, and a waitress brought our bill.

I was going to pay the bill when she finally says, "No, Mr. Brown, you can't."

"Excuse me?"

"We invited you, and it's kind of inappropriate if you pay for that," she finished, taking the check from the waitress before I could have it and pay.

I tried to say, "But...."

She cut me and said, "No, Mr. Brown, please."

I can sense the tension between the other two, but she didn't bother at all. She paid and left.

Her friends apologized to me, but I replied, "It's ok."

But only I know how much it hurts my ego. No one ever cut me or did something against my wishes.

Samriddhi's pov 

As soon as we left the restaurant, Hannah and Nimii Dii both started scolding me.

Hannah: You idiot...

Nimmi dii: What's wrong with you?

They both shouted at the same time. I flinched a little before replying, "I didn't do anything wrong. Did I???"

"It's rude," Hannah literally screamed this time, and Nimii Dii agreed with her: "Yes, Hannah is right. It's really very rude of you. You shouldn't do something like that. He is Henry Brown. We should consider ourselves lucky........"

I cut her because I can't take this nonsense anymore. "Seriously, dii..."

"You tell me how rude it can be? You both invited him to our table, which technically means he's a guest. So now please enlighten me on whether letting our "guests" pay for us is rude or what I did is rude? Because I don't think what I did was wrong in any way. First, you invited a complete stranger to our table. Why would I let him pay for me when I'm capable of feeding myself?"

Nimi Dii tries to convince me. "But Samriddhi, try to understand that he is Henry Brown; he has a status in this society, and being a gentleman, he wants to pay."

"Unbelievable. Seriously? Well, we claimed that we were living in the 21st century. We talk about feminism and women's empowerment, but still, our thinking is like that of some 16th-century old lady that only men can pay for us."

This time Hannah asked, "What is your issue with the male community? ".

I just rolled my eyes and didn't drag this conversation on anymore. Because it's Sunday, I have to make so many calls back home today.

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