Aarzoo is weird.

This girl started studying for her exams that are 18 days later. She's not the kind to start studying early, she's one of those students that study the night before the exam.

Cute. What? No. I don't know.

I was on the top floor of my company's building- 'Shekhawat Renewables'. I mean it's my dad's company making him the CEO and my uncle the Chairman. I'm the Managing Director here.

It is a good position, but it's not the highest position. I want to earn my position as a CEO after my dad retires. I want to work hard and be worthy of it.

I was sitting in my fully black interior office while checking some papers of our quarterly performance.

I immediately took the landline telephone into my hand and dialed my secretary's number.

"Yes sir," I heard a response from the other side.

"Bring me the financial reports of last year and the quarterly reports too. Make two copies of each,"

"Yes sir," he replied and I immediately kept the telephone back.

Just as I was about to start my work again, my phone started ringing.

I checked the screen of my phone that was on my black wooden desk.

It was Siddharth's call.

This motherfucker doesn't have any work and doesn't let me complete my work.

I murmured to myself and answered his call.

"Aryan!" I heard my best friend's jobless and energetic voice.

"Kya Hein?" I clicked my tongue and shook my head at his tone.

(What is it?)

"Arey, itna irritated kyu ho, jaanu?" I bet he has a smug smile on while saying this to me.

(Hey, why are you so irritated, darling?)

Annoyed at his words, I cut straight to the point.

"Sid, I have work unlike you. Agar Raja ji ka ijazat hein tho, mein apna kaam kar saktha hoon?"

(If the king permits, can I get back to my work?)

The sarcastic tone was clear in my voice and that perhaps made him burst into fits of laughter.

"Avashya, putr. Sirf hamara ek kaam kariye," him and his demands.

(Of course, my child. Just do me a favour,)

I hummed as a green signal for him to continue his words.

"Aarzoo is coming over to your office right now with my lunch box,"

I sucked my breath in. She's coming over to my office? That means she'll see this room?

She never came here before though.

"Why my office?" I tried to remain as plain as possible.

"I'm going for a meeting right now and I can't take the box with me, obviously. So I asked her to drop it off in your office. Our offices are anyways 10 minutes away, so I meet you for lunch?"

So that's the reason. I'll be able to spend some time with her, let it be a good thing or a bad one.

"Fine," I breathed out and immediately cut the call to fix my room in a hurry.

"She'll be here any minute now," I spoke to myself and fixed my desk.

After fixing the room a little, I went to settled into my chair to wait for her.

Thirty minutes later, there's still no sign of her.

Thinking she's not gonna be here any time soon, I picked up my papers again to get engrossed in my work.

"Why is this building so damn huge?" I entered the office of The Shekhawats the very first time because me and business never go well together.

I walked straight towards the receptionist who greeted me with a warm smile while muttering a 'welcome'.

"How can I help you, Ma'am?" She politely asked me and blinked her eyes for me to answer.

"Is Mr. Aryan Shekhawat here?" I leaned on the desk because of the heavy lunch box.

Why did my mom have to pack lunch for two people, god!

I mentally cursed my mother's kind attitude as the receptionist was checking something in her computer.

"Yes ma'am," a smile made its way up my face because if he wasn't here then I would've killed my brother.

"Are you related to him?" She asked me while probably logging in my details.

"Yes, I'm Aarzoo, his best friend-" she cut me off abruptly because the telephone on the desk rang before I could end my sentence.

"Got it, Ma'am. You can go to the tenth floor, turn right from the lift. It's the last room towards the end of the right side. Please use the private lift." She quickly spoke and answered her call.

I smiled at her and left to look for the lift.

"This company's building is messed up," I whispered while walking with a huge lunch bag in my hand.

"Aakhirkar lift milgayi," I sighed out with a relief as I got into the private lift a pressed the button '10'.

(Finally I found the lift,)

I kept the bag down on the floor to relax my fingers a little.

I quickly set my baby pink chikankari kurta that perfectly complimented my honey complexion.

I turned around and looked into the mirror to reapplied my lip balm before adjusting the tote bag that hung on my shoulder and taking the lunch bag back in my hand.

What? I need to look presentable, let it be my brother or my brother's best friend.

"Oh! That was fast," surprised by the speed I reached the tenth floor, I rechecked the floor number twice before getting down.

I tried to recollect the receptionist's instructions while standing in front of the lift.

"Right! She said right," my brain instantly recollected and I turned to right from the lift.

I finally reached the last room and thought of knocking but, does it really matter?

I slowly opened the door and paused in the doorway of the room, my eyes falling on Aryan Shekhawat as he worked at his desk.

The sunlight poured through the tall windows, catching the faint golden brown in his dark hair and forming a warm glow across his sharp features.

Why does he look presentable today?

His glasses sat perfectly at the bridge of his nose, making him look better than before. What happened to him? Is it the office air?

His brow furrowed in concentration and his fingers tapped rhythmically on the keyboard. He had an air of quiet focus, his posture relaxed yet purposeful.

This side of him looks admirable.

Snap out of it, Aarzoo. My inner thoughts spoke.

What? Is wrong to just admire a man who looks sun-kissed? Of course not. I'd admire a girl who is sun-kissed too. I'm the definition of 'people admirer'.

Aryan bhai didn't notice me yet, so I slowly cleared my throat to catch his attention.

He looked up from his computer and paused for a moment.

I entered the room fully and gave him my brightest smile.

"Hi, Aryan bha-"

"Sit," he said in a cold tone. I frowned at his usual behaviour and sat on the couch opposite to his desk.

Why does he always cut me off? Rude man.

"Aarzoo," he said while looking up from his papers which brought me back from my thoughts.

"Haan," I nodded as sign for him to proceed.

"I think Siddharth will be here in fifteen minutes," he cleared his throat and looked back at his papers.

"Yeah, I called him right before I reached your office, Aryan bh-"

"Ok," he again cut me off with a short and blunt response.

I scoffed at his cold behaviour and rolled my eyes.

"Stay here till he's here, if you want to that is," he said without looking up from his papers.

Attitude much, huh?

"Theek hein," I softly whispered, not wanting to talk to him more afraid that he might cut me off again.

She looked ethereal.
A quiet glow lit up her face.
Her presence just made me forget how to breathe.