(It’s okay. I’ll come. I have no problem.)
“Yeah, that’s a great idea.” Mr Basu agreed.
“Sir, aap mujhe Kunj sir ka address de dijiye.”
(Sir, You give me Kunj sir’s address.)
“Okay, Ruko.”
(Okay, Wait.)
“No ! Don’t give her my address.”
“It’s okay. Sir, you give me his phone number.” Twinkle looked at Kunj with a smirk.
“Isko acche se pata hai kab kis situation ka faida uthaye.” Kunj mutters under his breath.
(She definitely knows how to take advantage of a situation.)
“No Sir. I can’t. I’m sorry. I can’t tutor her.” With that Kunj left his office frustrated.
Twinkle did know how to turn over the table, how to take advantage of a situation.
“So, Ms. Twinkle. Mr. Kunj ne apko tutor karne se mana kar diya hai. So I think you may leave.”
(—Mr. Kunj has denied to tutor you.—)
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Kunj walks out of his gym room in his house and walks towards the kitchen. He takes out a bottle of chilled water and gulps the whole bottle down. Sweat was pouring down his muscled chest and arms.He hears the bell ring and he calls out for the person to wait.
He doesn’t mind putting on a shirt and walks towards the door.
As soon as he opens the door, he’s shocked seeing a grinning Twinkle who was shamelessly gawking his shirtless chest.
Kunj realized he’s shirtless and rushes inside to put on a shirt and manages to grab his phone to call Dean.
Twinkle enters his house and he glares her.
“Tum andar kyu aai? Maine toh tumse nahi kaha tha”
(Why did you come inside? I didn’t tell you to)
“Kyun ki door mat par Welcome likha tha.” Twinkle says with a wide grin and a wink.
(Cause it was written welcome on the door mat.)
Kunj ignores her answer.
“Tumhe mera address kis ne diya? Maine saaf mana kar diya tha ki mai tumhe tutor nahi karunga.”
(Who gave you my address? I totally denies to tutor you.)
“Maine dean se mana kiya tha.” Kunj glares Twinkle.
(I told NO to dean)
To BE Continued…