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Chapter 8 : Dinner Invitation

After some time , The Randhawa family was all gathered around the dining table, enjoying a warm dinner together. Mr. and Mrs. Randhawa sat at the head of the table, looking content as they listened to their kids' banter.

On one side, Ruhaan, Yuvraj, and Karan were engaged in a lively conversation, while Ishita sat quietly, a serene smile on her face.

Aradhana was serving food to everyone , while Shravi was sitting in Akarsh's lap as he fed her in between his food.

"Akarsh! Is there someone in your life?" Jasleen , His grandmother asked , making him look at her.

"Nahi dadi , there is no one." He answered.

"Such a boring brother." Ruhaan murmured , gaining a glare from Akarsh.

"Us bro us." Karan said dramatically but lowered his gaze as Akarsh snap at him.

"Chup karo! Mere bacche ko pareshan nahi karo." Jasleen said.

Ruhaan : Toh ham aapke kon hai dadi ji?

Karan : Hamari koi ijjat nahi hai?

Yuvraj : Akarsh bhaiya ki feelings , feelings. Aur hamari feelings , अनुभूति??

Ishita : Yaar aap log dadi ko distract mat karo. (To Jasleen) Aage baat badhayiye , kyu pucha aapne Akarsh bhaiya se yeh sawal?

Ritika : Mummy ji ne ladki dhundh li hai Akarsh ke liye.

Aradhana : Oh wow. Kon hai dadi voh ladki?

Shravi (pouts) : Chachi.

Akarsh scratch his forehead and shook his head realising his family is not leaving him until and unless he gets married.

Ritika : Areh Mayaan ki Ishqi ko to jaante hi honge na tum log?

Ruhaan : Haa mai toh mila bhi hu unse.

Ritika : usi ki choti behen. Agraja se.

Akarsh choked on his food and started coughing. Meanwhile Shravi grins showing her teeth.

Karan : Akarsh bhaiya ko bhabhi itni acchi lagi ki unke gale se khana bhi niche nahi utar raha.

Yuvraj : Mujhe photo dikhao , bhabhi ki.

Ishita searched Agraja's name on instagram and showed everyone her photos.

Ruhaan : Sundar to bohot hai.

Akarsh : tu karle fir shadi.

Ruhaan : Nahi ye aapke vali hai. Ruhaan kisi aur ki hone Wali biwi pe nazar nahi daalta.

Akarsh : Kon biwi? Kiski biwi?

Karan : Bhaiya jyada hi utavle hai. Hone vali biwi kaha usne. Aap to direct biwi tak pahuch Gaye.

Akarsh : Shut up!

Ishita : Shadi ke baad voh bhi aapko aise hi shut up bolegi. Aur aap shut up ho jaoge.

Akarsh : Guys please stop it.

All of them chuckled.

"I need time dadi , I just can't marry someone without loving her. I want to fall in love first. Marriage is the second step , first one is to love which I haven't reached yet." He stated and got up. "I am done."

Jasleen : Puttar ladki sachme acchi hai. Meri best friend ki poti hai.

Karan : Bhaiya toh chale Gaye.

Jasleen : Mujhe ye hi kudi Changi lagi hamare pariwar ke liye.

Ishita : Haina naa , just look at her posts. Modern plus sanskari ka touch hai. Mujhe bhi ye hi bhabhi chahiye.

Ritika : Mummy ji kyu na ham Chauhan's ko kal dinner ke liye bulaye?

Jasleen : Ye hui na meri bahu vali baat.

Time skipped to the next day

It's currently 10 am in the morning and shit I am late to reach CBI department.

I walked down the stairs , and saw my mother joining her hands in front of my Dadi's photograph.

I did the same as my mom and she turned to look at me.

"Agraja!" My mom said with extra sweetness in her voice. I know this accent of hers , she uses it when she wants me to convince something.

"Yes."

"You remember those Randhawa's we met in Aryaja's wedding?" She said asking me to remember. Ofcourse how can I forget them? That accidental kiss with Mr Randhawa was embarrassing and was witnessed by his family.

"What about them?" I asked.

"They have invited us for family dinner."

"Oh then you are going right? Itne ache se invite kiya hai jana hi chahiye." I said.

"Yess! But you are also coming." She ordered.

"Mom I am not interested in all these things , you know that." I reminded her that I don't like meeting people.

"Agraja! They are your grandmother's best friend's family." She tried convincing me. My dadi is no more , she was the only one who stood by my side when my dad--leave it.

"Fine mom." I agreed , because I was in no mood to argue further. She smiled.

As I finished talking with my mom, I put on my helmet and stepped out of my Villa.

I walked over to my bike, straddled it, and started the engine. With a roar, the bike came to life beneath me.

I pulled out of the driveway and started down the street towards the Central Bureau of Investigation (CBI) office.

After reaching , I walked into the building and quickly made my way to my cabin.

I navigated through the maze of hallways and corridors until I found the familiar door with a plaque bearing my name on it.

I swiped my ID card and pushed the door open, walking into my office.

I was just settled into my chair and was about to take a moment to rest when suddenly my officer friend Adhvay walked into the room. "Hey, Agraja," he said, his tone urgent. "I just heard that Mr. Randhawa has called an urgent meeting regarding a case. We need to head over to the conference room right away."

I immediately got up from my chair and followed Adhvay out of my office.

As we walked down the hall, i asked , "What kind of case is it? Do we have any details?"

Adhvay shook his head, looking slightly frustrated. "Not much, unfortunately. All I know is that it's a high-profile case and Mr. Randhawa seems pretty serious about it. He didn't give away any details yet, I think he wants to discuss it with all of us."

I nodded slowly, my mind already starting to race with possibilities and scenarios. "Okay, let's go find out what it's all about."

We continued down the hallway and eventually reached the conference room, where several other CBI officers were already gathered. Mr. Randhawa stood at the front of the room, waiting for everyone to arrive.

Mr. Randhawa, the head of the CBI, was pacing in the front of the room, looking stern and serious.

As me and Adhvay entered, Mr. Randhawa stopped walking and looked up at everyone in the room. "Alright, let's get started," he said, his tone all business.

Everyone in the room quieted down and looked at Mr. Randhawa expectantly. "As you all know," he began, "We've been called together for an urgent case briefing. The case in question involves a high-profile politician who has been implicated in a series of illegal activities, and we've been given the task of investigating and bringing him to justice."

Mr. Randhawa continued, "This case is sensitive and will require all our resources and attention. I'm counting on all of you to work together and use all the skills at our disposal to solve this case. Does anyone have any initial questions or remarks?"

As everyone in the room took in Mr. Randhawa's words, a few hands went up, including mine. Mr. Randhawa nodded to me , signaling for me to speak.

"Mr. Randhawa, can you tell us more about the politician's alleged activities? It will help us to understand the scope of the investigation and what we're up against." I asked.

Mr. Randhawa nodded, impressed by my question. "Of course," he said. "The politician has been accused of accepting bribes, embezzling public funds, and engaging in various other illicit activities. We have some evidence to back up these allegations, but there's still much more work to be done to build a solid case against him."

I nodded, making a mental note of the information. "What kind of evidence do we have so far?" I asked, wanting to know more details.

"We have some financial records and witness statements that strongly suggest he's been accepting bribes from various business interests," Mr. Randhawa replied. "We also have some video and audio recordings that implicate him in other illegal activities."

After a long and thorough discussion, the meeting finally came to an end.

As people began to exit the room, Mr. Randhawa approached me , his expression serious. "Agraja, I'd like to speak to you for a moment," he said quietly.

I felt my heart skipped a beat as Mr. Randhawa spoke, I wondered what he wanted to talk about. I nodded, trying to appear calm. "Of course, sir," I said.

"Agraja, may I ask you something personal?" He asked. What he wants to ask me. That too personal.

I nodded and I replied. "Sure sir."

"Have your parents talked to you about that?" He asked.

About what?

He stared into my eyes for an answer. He must be talking about the invitation of dinner , his family had sent.

I nodded. To which he asked again. "So I hope you have rejected it."

"Huh? Why will I reject?" I questioned.

"So you Agreed?" He questioned back.

I nodded.

"Mana Kar do." He said.

What a ridiculous man he is. First , his family invited us for dinner. And now their son is indirectly asking me to not come to his home.

"Why?" I questioned.

"What type of woman you are? Tumne Haan kyu bola?" He questioned me back.

He is getting on my nerves now. "Mai mana nahi karungi" I said little loudly , clearing my side.

"Toh mai mana Kar dunga." He said.

"Fine kardo mana , aapki hi insult hogi family aur Society me." I said.

'Kis type ki Bandi ho? Sirf family aur society ke liye accept Kar rahi ho dimag hai ya ghas charne gaya hai?" He said little loudly.

I smirked. "Ghas charne gaya hai." I said with a straight face. "Puch Raha tha Akarsh Sir ko bhi leke jau? Lekin maine mana Kar diya aap busy the na." I said sarcastically.

"Shut up! I can't do this." He stated.

"Ghas charna?" I asked , pressing my lips together in order to control my laugh.

"Nope! Jo families ne bola voh , I can't do that. Ya to tum mana karo , ya mai kar dunga." He said.

"Problem kya hai aapki? Aap ghar se nikal jana bas? Atleast family to khush ho jayegi. Aapka consent thodi matter karta hai isme." I said. And what I said wasn't wrong. It's a family meeting , why he is getting this insecure.

"Tum peeke aayi ho kya? Mai tumse shadi nahi kar sakta samjho."

"Lekin mujhe to karni---WHAT THE FUCK." I shouted my lungs out as I realised what he just said.

My marriage ? With him? When did this happen?

"Your intentions are not good I guess." He said as he thinned his eyebrow.

This man.

"Aapke irade nahi hai thik Mr. Randhawa. Why will I marry an old man like you?" I questioned. How dare he say that my intentions are not good when he himself thought about my marriage with him.

"Excuse me?" He glared at me.

"I mean---" I covered my mouth with my palm as I realised what I just spilled out.

"You mean , I am an old man?" He questioned.

"Yes" I agreed. "I mean you are a man and older than me. So old man." I clarified my side.

"Shut up! Apni family ko mana Kar dena ki ham shadi nahi karenge , that's it."

"Shadi kaha se aagyi bich me?" I questioned. "Baat to dinner ki hui thi na. Aur kiski shadi? Aapki?" I pointed my index finger at him. "Aur meri??" I asked , pointing that same finger at myself. My eyes widened. "HELL NO."

"Family me baat hui hai , isliye bol raha hu. And you better reject." He said sternly.

"Of course I will , mujhe koi Shauk nahi hai aapse shadi karne ka." I said rolling my eyes.

"Better."

"So?"

"What?"

"Aaj aau aapke ghar?" I asked.

He looked at me shockingly but his lips curved into a smile. "Yeah! But listen." He said as I looked at him.

"If Shravi calls you Chachi. You have to clearly deny her. Aur sab aise link karke baat karenge to sabko na na bolti jana." He said giving me instructions.

"Mere Ghar ke sab pagla Gaye hai tumhare piche." I heard him murmured this.

"Aapne kuch kaha?" I asked intentionally.

"Nothing. You may leave."

I chuckled slightly and walked out of the meeting hall.

On the other side :

I was sitting on my desk, going through some papers and making notes on my laptop.

I have to leave little early for my home. As mom asked me if I could join her in dinner with Randhawa's.

Anyhow I have to finalise someone to be my Assistant , as my previous assistant left the city due to her personal reasons.

After my work , I decided to go through the resume of the candidates who came yesterday for the interview.

My manager can handle all theses things but I need the person to be my assistant , so I should be the one to choose whom I should hire.

I began to sift through the pile of resumes on my desk, each one representing a candidate who had come in for an interview.

My eyes scanned through each one, eyes flickering from one page to the next as i studied their qualifications and work experience.

As I came across Seher's resume, a slight frown appeared on my face.

I studied it carefully, noting her education background and work experience.

After a moment of consideration, I decided to place it in the "reject" pile, along with the other papers I had already sorted.

Just as I was about to drop her resume into the reject pile, a few sticky notes fell out from between the pages and landed on the floor.

I bent down to pick them up.

As I knelt down to pick up the fallen sticky notes, my eyes landed on what was written on them.

I paused, my expression turned from irritation to disbelief as i took in what was written on that.

What the fuck is this?

"You are acute tea pi?" I recited. "You are my favourite human bean." I was speechless for some seconds.

I shook my head in disbelief as I read the notes and saw the doodles. "Who puts doodles in their resume?" he thought to myself. "Guilt deke gayi ye ladki ab mai professional bhi na hou kya? Sab chup chap nikal gaye And ye aise dekh rahi thi jaise maine iski property hadapli ho." A small smile crossed my face as I chuckled at the sight of her doodles.

I have to admit, even if it was to myself , that they were rather cute.

That's all for this chapter.

I have increased the length of the chapter. Any more complaints?

Also , I am giving a small target for next chapter. ❤️

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Date : 15/10/2024.

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