Kartik's POV

"It isn't my fault, Isha, that you thought I'm going to the party and was unaware of my today's meeting with Sitara Roy. It's your job to schedule and reschedule my meetings." Kabir yelled at his secretary, Isha, over a call as frustration dripped through his voice. I tend to stay away from him whenever he's in working mode. But right now, we were on our way to Sitara's company for a meeting that he didn't inform his secretary.

I snatched his phone from his tight grip, "Isha, it's okay. Now just reschedule his today's timetable accordingly." I said and cut the call.

"What the hell is your problem, Kabir? Can't you talk with people with a little respect? and it was your fault that you forgot to tell her about your today's meeting with Sitara." It's not the first time he was shouting at someone else even if it was his fault.

I guessed it was his hobby to yell at people for no valid reason.

"I don't care. I don't want to miss this meeting to show up at a party of Mrs. Sharma. I don't understand why does she even invite me to these stupid parties. This is a very important project for me and she knows it." Kabir said, shifting his gaze outside the window. Important?

Yes, maybe. It was better than showing up at a party with some new models who were desperately trying to be in his position.

"I know, baby, you can't wait to meet your angel." I knew that this contract with Estilo was important for him to stay in the top position. But I just loved to annoy him by mentioning Sitara.

I still hadn't understood the reason behind him saving her number as 'Angel'.

"Devil is smiling like a child to meet an Angel I see." I said, exiting the elevator of Sitara's office building, making our way towards her cabin.

"Can you please shut the fuck up or should I punch you on the left eye too?" he said, angry as hell but trying to be calm. He was nervous.

Sitara's secretary, Tina, guided us towards her cabin. She knocked on the door and we heard Sitara's voice asking us to come in.

Kabir was first to enter. As I was about to step in, Tina rubbed her knuckles on my fingers while saying, "Have a nice day, Sir." Great start of the day.

"Of course," I replied, leaning a little forward and winking before walking into the cabin.

"Good Morning, Kabir, Mr. Arora. Nice to meet you again. Please, have a seat." Sitara shook her hand with us while gesturing to take a seat.

Mr. Arora? Really? It sounded like I'm in my late fifties or something.

"Please, call me Kartik."

"Kartik," by saying this she shifted her attention towards Kabir and they both didn't break the stare game for a while.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Kabir was really interested in her. I kept thinking it was just an attraction, but this has to he something more for him.

Wondering my gaze around the elegant room, I saw a girl leaning on Sitara's chair with a beautiful smile on her lips. Stomach-length black hair. Her pencil skirt and white button-up blouse were showing her every single curve perfectly. Shit!

Did I just check her out when she was looking at me?

We stared at each other nonetheless for longer than usual. She put a strand of hair behind her ear, blushing for a millisecond which I would have missed if I had blinked.

"Kartik?" someone tapped on my shoulder, that would be Kabir.

I looked towards him and then at Sitara, they both were looking at me confusingly. What happened? I was just looking at the brown eyed girl, right?

Did I miss something they said? Fuck!

"Anyways, I wanted you to meet Myra, Myra Malhotra. She is my best friend and also Kabir's makeup artist for the event. I hope Kabir you don't have any problem with that." Sitara pointed towards the girl. "I cannot trust anyone else but her with this job."

Myra... beautiful name, just like her.

"Not at all. I'm completely fine with that." Kabir continued the talk with Sitara again and my eyes traveled back to the brown ones.

Myra was carefully listening to Kabir and Sitara's conversation, sometimes, glancing at me. Whereas I was continuously staring at her like a creep. Why couldn't I control myself looking at her?

Kartik be professional and talk!

"Sitara, you said you wanted to discuss a few things about the stage design and venue." I jumped into the conversation and professional talk. Ignoring how desperately I wanted to talk with this other girl.

After discussing certain things about Sitara's previous fashion events held by some other company, which was now unable to take any new plans, we started talking about her suggestions for making this show a big event. I presented my ideas about the backstage management which will be done by professionals appointed by us.

Even if this was supposed to be a serious meeting, it was working out pretty well. Until now, I'd no idea that Kabir can have this huge knowledge about stage management. The inputs he was giving were things he had finely observed and learned. I was aware that he had been surrounded by those things since childhood like sets, creation of theatrical, technical adjustments, and all.

Though he never helped me before in any of my projects. Maybe it was a special event for him or maybe it was just Sitara.

Turning a page of a file, Sitara asked, "Myra, what are your thoughts on this?"

Everyone's head turned in her direction as she was the only quiet person in the room for the last few minutes. She was thinking about something very intensely.

"The lipidi papidi poo spell. I will work like that on Kabir." she said.

What?

"Huh?" Kabir uttered.

And then everyone was silent, looking at her. Should I break the silence?

"I guess she wants to say bibbidi bobidi boo spell." by saying this all stares shifted to me. It was the correct answer, right?

Still, Sitara was shooting a glare at Myra, and Kabir was staring at me in disbelief.

After two hours of discussion with the rest of her team, we exited the room. Sitara and Kabir stayed back to discuss some more things.

Myra and I decided to have a coffee and went out to the semi open space near the canteen area with our cups.

"So you and Sitara are friends?"

"Yes, from childhood. We are more like sisters than friends." whatever she said sounded so sweet for my moans and screams hearing ears.

I paused for a while.

"I was wondering if you would like to join me for lunch." I ran my fingers through my hair while asking.

Fuck! Why am I nervous?

"Oh," she said, taking a sip from her coffee. "Actually, I have planned to visit the library today."

"I could tag along if that's okay?"

Am I sounding too desperate?

She smiled, my god that smile could kill me.

"Yeah, I would like that."