“As of this morning, my doctor declared my reports are great,” he buried his fingers in the hair on both sides of her head and pressed a kiss to her cheek. She beamed, did not push away. Her forehead fell on his chin and as the setting sun spread its light through the hall, Nilay stood with her. Soaking it in.
“She left?”
“No, she is hiding in the bathroom.”
He poked her side — “Funny, Doctor.”
She giggled.
“Or should I call you a mavali? You sing like a true tapori.”
“I have my special tapori voice to thank,” she playfully cleared her throat. “Maya and I used to have face-offs all the time.”
“I can attest I have the winner in my arms.”
She raised her brows, looking proud and so lovely.
“What did you do inside for 3 hours?”
“I was shut there for3 hours?” He reared, pulling back and striding to the bedroom. “I worked, I was typing a message when you scared the living shit out of me.”
He grabbed his phone and walked back out, hitting play on the last audio note from thelisthis Creative Lead had sent him.
Zara zara, mehekta hai, behekta hai…
Nilay pressed call.
“Hello, hi, NiP!” Jasmeet answered with faux cheer. She knew what was coming.
“What the fuck is this?”
“It’s a…”
“If I wanted a monsoon playlist, I own a Spotify subscription.”
“We are still curating, NiP.”
“And how long does it take to do that?” He eyed the clock.
“NiP… just give us another hour.”
“For another Spotify playlist?”
“No, no, exactly as per your brief. One hour, so sorry…”
“If I don’t have a list of 20 at the top of the next hour, your entire team is sacked. Start scouting jobs on the side.”
He ended the call and pushed his phone into his pocket. He turned, and what met him was Ritu’s raised eyebrows.
“Work.”
“You always talk in ultimatums with your staff?”
“They don’t understand another language.”
“How does your grand brand run?”
“On my talent,” he stepped towards her. “My largess and my…”
