CHAPTER 2

" Relax, okay? He’s also a human."

" Do you know him?" I asked him in surprised tone and he chuckled.

"Yes, Barbie doll. I know him. He is my best friend."

" You never told me about this." I whispered.

"You never asked."

" B-But why me? He can hire any best Psychiatrist then why me?"

How am I going to treat him? He's such a big personality. I had never seen him, but the stories I've heard about him were enough for me to have my heart fill with pure respect. He had worked really hard to build a huge empire in the business world at such a small age. I can imagine the number of sleepless night he might had spent for achieveing all the success. But why does he need a psychiatrist?

" Because you are the best I can ever find for him."

I flushed.

" Can I ask you something?"

" Sure, doll."

" Why does he need a psychiatrist?"

His face became hard at my question and the a second later, I regretted asking him that.

" He doesn't, but I need you for him."

I knitted my eyebrows in confusion.

Huh?

He exhaled a deep blow of air and his held on steering wheel tightened a bit.

"I will give you his medical files tomorrow."

" Okay."

" We are here. Go and take proper rest, you might be tired from the journey. If you need anything,  just drop a message, okay? Otherwise, we'll meet tomorrow. Take care."

He said before placing a kiss on my temple.

" My life is strange, isn't it?" I asked myself once when I reached on the balcony. Grabbing the seat on couch, my eyes wondered over the sky. The sun was settling down and slow breeze was passing through my skin.

I don't know why it feels like Vishal was hiding something from me. Like there was some other reason beside treating Rehan Malhotra.

REHAN'S POV

" Get the fuck out of my office."

I spoke calmly, spinning the paper weight over the table.

" S-Sir...I need this job."

He again repeated the same sentence more like after sixteenth time.

I blow out a small amount of air and tilted my head towards him. His face was all restless with heavy amount of sweats. My eyes went over his trembling fingers which were gripping some documents.

" You want this job? THEN WHY THE F*CK YOU TOOK LEAVE FOR THREE DAYS WITHOUT PROVIDING ANY INFORMATION?" I asked still trying to calm my temper as much as possible but all this bastrad do was to hung his head low.

F*ck this shit.

" LEAVE NOW."

" Sir, my wife was sick, I-I.."

My lips broke into faint smirk. So this f*ucking bastard choose his wife health's over his job? Great! Another reason that why he don't deserve to work in my company.

" Now you have two option either get the f*ck out of here or wait to watch how I make sure that no company will ever hire you."

His face became more pale and without saying anything next, he walked out. I pushed the paper weight from the table and next it lied scattered pieces of glass on the tilted floor.

" Sir, do you need a little distraction?"

Tara, my secretory asked entering inside and closing the door behind her. She walked to me and stood in between my legs. I raised my eyebrows but she leaned closer and loosened my tie with her perfectly manicured fingers.

Who am I complaining? She's one hell of sexy distraction. She very well knows how to make my mind blank with her f*ckable body.

Licking her lips, she pulled her top over her head. I smirked and smashed our lips together. She let out a moan as our tongue collide. Lust was at it's best on me when she pushed her body more closer to my chest.

" Dude I am warning you if you don't stop f*cking her then one day you're gonna end up having STD."

I clenched my teeth as I heard the door getting open and hearing the familiar voice. Tara quickly maintained a breathable distance with me and glared Vishal who was looking at her in disgust.

I rolled my eyes and leaned more into the leather chair, pressing my fingers over my forehead.

This Vishal has worst timing.

Tara put her top back and started walking towards the door, throwing draggers at him all along the way.

" Hey Asshole."

" Oh Hey back, miss STD transmitter."

Once Tara went out, he grabbed a seat across the table and started wriggling his eyebrow.

" Why are you here? Don't you have a work in your hospital?" I asked slightly irritated with his stupid behavior. He rolled his eyes and leaned forward only to pinch my cheeks.

" VISHAL, I DARE YOU TO DO SOMETHING IMMATURE LIKE THAT AGAIN AND TRUST ME, NEXT YOU'LL FIND YOURSELF IN THE HOSPITAL BED."

He sighed and pulled a blank face. I clenched my fists in frustration. What the hell is wrong with me? Why this sudden pathetic mood swing?

" What's wrong?"

He asked with his voice lacing concerned.

" Piss off."

" Look Rehan, I am your best friend and for god's sake stop behaving like I am your enemy. WHY CAN'T YOU JUST TELL ME THAT WHAT HAD HAPPENED?"

He yelled in hollow voice but when I didn't replied anything, he just drank the water.

" That f*cker choosed his wife's health over his job."

I added blankly and pressed my eyes shut trying to avoid his gaze.

" You were jealous of him, weren't you?"

I swallowed the thick amount of lump forming in my throat.

Jealous?

Maybe, after all that employee had someone to return to his home unlike me who had nothing but this company to run.

" Out, now."

I stated simply and he scoffed.

" Bro you love me, don't you?"