I like you, and you'll be mine

A week of joblessness and Tanvi had barely ventured further than her bed.

The cool breeze swept through the window, caressing her bare legs where they stuck out from the soft covers. Maybe today she would go out. Pulling on a pair of ripped jeans and a checked shirt, she finger-combed her hair into a bun with a few soft tendrils draping against her face and neck.

...

"Boss!! You need to sign a few more documents," Maahir placed a few files on the table while Rudra was glancing at the screen and flipping through the reports without batting an eye.

His kneen gaze was focused entirely on the latest dealings to incorporate the losses that occurred by the previous contract breakage, and a creaking sound from his mobile alarmed him.

Instantly, he picked it up by the tune.

"Boss! Ms. Tanvi is going to the cafe near west Malad," his men informed.

Hearing that, a sudden urge to meet Tanvi fascinated him. Fidgeting with his fingers on the glossy table while twirling in the swiveling chair, an id