Y is for... Yes Sir

Y is for... Yes Sir!

One moment he had seemed so angry and the next he was unbuttoning his jacket.

Khushi walked backwards away from him in fear but she couldn't help noticing how well his jacket fit him, clinging to his narrow waist and emphasising his broad shoulders. He removed the jacket and she could now see a hint of well muscled arms beneath his black shirt.

He began to move closer and her eyes were drawn to him once again, her breaths quickened and she closed her eyes, expecting his waistcoat to be next.

'Dictation lena shuru karo.'

She looked up in shock, horrified at what she had been thinking about. Only this morning she had had to avert her eyes as she saw Lavanyaji hanging over his chair with her arms around his neck.

They were clearly a couple so how could Khushi have even thought that Sir was walking towards her because he...

She moved backwards again, frightened by her thoughts and stumbled backwards. Instantly his hand held hers, pulling her back towards him, saving her once again.

There was no ambiguity in his eyes this time, no possibility of Khushi mistaking his actions for attraction.

All she could see was pure anger and hatred. She looked at her hand and wondered why he had helped her when he clearly detested her and he let go just as suddenly, as if he'd been scalded.

'I'm not used to repeating things. Start.'

Khushi fumbled for her phone, all thoughts of Arnav Singh Raizada's confusing signals would have to be examined at a later date.

'I said start.'

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Set at the very beginning of the show when Khushi works at AR.