Arohi's pov!

"Who the hell are you?" 

The nerve of the man!

Bloody thief!

He sneaked into the house at midnight and has the nerve to ask me who I am?

"Why don't I call the cops? They can answer your questions better." I said sarcastically, watching him rub his head.

Well, guess I got him good.

"Who the hell are you, woman?" He asked again, as I walked past him towards the wall phone.

Mr Teer had mentioned that he lives in the premises itself. I should call out for him.

I picked up the phone and dialled Mr Teer’s number.

"Mr Teer. This is-" before I could finish my sentence, the man snatched the phone from me and disconnected the call.

"Are you bloody crazy? It is midnight. You want to call and disturb an old man at this time of the night?" The man asked in disbelief.

"Why are you so sure that I have been calling an old man?" I shot back suspiciously. 

"I have known Bhuvan Teer for my whole life. So forgive me if I am able to figure out that Mr Teer you just called could be an old man," the man said through clenched teeth.

"How do you know Mr Teer?" I asked, waving my hand and the frying pan along with it.

"Goodness! Could you just keep that thing down," he cursed and snatched the frying pan from me and kept it on the kitchen island.

By now, I am pretty sure that the man is no thief.

His clothes are a bit too expensive for a thief.

And he knows Mr Teer.

But who the hell is he?

"Who are you? How did you get into the house at midnight? Where did you get the key from? Or did you sneak into the house? Why were you going through the kitchen like a thief?" I asked in a breath and he stared at me in disbelief.

"Done with the interrogation?" He asked, leaning against the kitchen island lazily.

He was looking me up and down unashamedly. 

And it's now I really really noticed his appearance. 

He is tall! When I say tall, he is over six feet.

He most definitely comes under the same category as the Mehrotras in that department. 

And he is dark.

He definitely belongs to the D&D department of men.

Well? Wondering what D&D is?

Dark and Dangerous. 

It is written all over his face that he is dangerous to a woman's heart. 

I could feel his eyes roaming over my body, and for the first time in my life, I didn't get uncomfortable or feel dirty with the staring.

Instead I felt a fire build up in me.

And that scared me!

"Eyes up here," I snapped, furious at my own reaction.

He looked at me with an amused smirk on his face and I wish I could get rid of that.

"So? Who are you?" He asked me curiously.

"Why should I tell you?" I shot back.

"Because you are standing under my roof. If you are not prepared to answer me, I could get you arrested for trespassing," the man said with an arrogant smirk.

Under his roof?

He is the owner of this house?

Damn!!

"I was told that the owner of this house never visits. That it has been more than three years since he came here." I argued.

"So, you took that as an invitation to enjoy living here?" He asked.

"I am working here, Mr." I said, furious at his implications. 

"Agnivanshi," he said and I frowned.

"What??"

"Mr Agnivanshi. Kashinath Agnivanshi," he introduced himself.

"Uh okay."

"And now tell me who are you? As my employee, you are obliged to let me know your name and designation here." Kashinath Agnivanshi said.

"Myself, Arohi Sharma. I joined as a part time housekeeper here today, Mr Agnivanshi." I said, feeling very annoyed with the man, and my reaction to him.

I watched as he took out his phone and dialled some numbers.

"Hello Claire. Did Mrs Patel hire someone new to work as a part time housekeeper in my cottage in Kasauli?" He asked.

The person on the other side said something and he hung up the call after that.

"You didn't believe me." I bit out furiously. 

"I don't trust strangers, unlike you do, Ms Sharma," he said.

"What do you mean by unlike me?" I asked.

"Well, I told you I am the owner of this house and you believed that without any proof. That happens to be the height of irresponsibility and carelessness, Miss Sharma. And I don't tolerate either in my employees." Kashinath said and my lips thinned in annoyance.

Bloody judgemental man!

I couldn't even defend myself, because what he said right now was true.

I shouldn't have simply trusted his words without any proof.

"You denied me calling Mr Teer." I said in defence.

"Not an excuse enough, Miss Sharma." Kashinath said.

I could feel the heat creeping up my cheeks.

A trait of mine I hate the most.

I colour up when my emotions are heightened. It could be any emotion.

Right now, I am colouring up due to my anger.

"Mr Agnivanshi, it's absolutely wrong to judge someone without knowing anything about them." I said.

He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. 

"Well, Ms Sharma. I am pretty good at judging someone's character," the loathful man said. 

"Nobody can always be right, Mr Agnivanshi." I argued. 

I am not going to give up without a fight.

This job is the best option for me. It pays me well, without much demand on my time and efforts.

This money could go to the savings fund I have for the purpose of opening my own cafe one day.

"I am never wrong, Ms Sharma." Kashinath said with a smug smirk.

"Well, I will be here for the next two weeks, Mr Agnivanshi. I would love to prove you wrong." I said, effectively letting him know that I have no plans of leaving.

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Kashinath's pov!

Okay! I have to admit. The woman has a backbone.

I could feel the fire building up in me. My response to her was so instant and fast.

I have never felt this attracted to anyone before. Not to this extent.

There is something about Arohi Sharma.

Sharma? What a dull name for the fiery beauty in front of me.

She has beautiful fair satin like skin. The dark ringlets around her face made her look beautiful. But the main attraction was those emerald green eyee.

She is simply perfect to look at.

But it's not just her obvious beauty. There is something unique about her. Something I can't seem to pinpoint at.

My eyes yet again wandered around her full form, which earned me another ferocious glare from her.

"Mr Agnivanshi. Would you like something before you retire to bed?" Arohi asked, probably remembering her duty as a housekeeper suddenly. 

And I could imagine a variety of things to ask her.

But by the look in her eyes, I will probably get slapped if I suggest anything of that sort.

And that is new to me!

I have never before had my attention rebuffed like this.

Women always liked me paying them attention.

They crave it.

They could go to any lengths to get that.

And here is a chit of a girl, glaring at me for admiring her beauty. 

I scoffed at my own thoughts. 

This must definitely be her trick to keep my attention on her. Playing hard to get!

But what she doesn't know is that I don't get involved with my employees.

Yet again, my eyes roamed over her without my permission. 

Her ridiculous loose white cotton night wear couldn't hide her curves.

"Mr Agnivanshi," Arohi snapped, bringing me out of my fantasy land.

What the hell are you doing Nath?

She is an employee!

And you never get involved with an employee!

Then I remembered why I had been rummaging through the kitchen at midnight. 

I was hungry. I still am.

Why not make use of the housekeeper I am paying for?

"Ah yes. I would like an omelette, Ms Sharma." I said and saw her brows furrowing into a frown.

"Omelette? Now?" Arohi asked.

"Yes? Would that be a problem, Ms Sharma? Because, what I understood from the message my PA passed is that Mrs Patel hired you as a part time housekeeper. And that you are on night duty here." I asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

Her lips thinned in annoyance and she snatched the frying pan from me.

Good God! The bloody frying pan. Who knew it could be used as such a deadly weapon.

My head is still throbbing from the impact it made.

"What the hell are you going to do with it? Give it back." I demanded, trying to snatch it back.

She leaned away from me, and looked at me with an amused smile on her face.

Her smile knocked me off my feet.

It brightened up her whole face. And the dimples that appeared on either cheeks, just wanted me to pull her in and kiss her hard.

"Don't worry, Mr Agnivanshi. You wanted an omelette, remember? I need a frying pan to make an omelette," she said with a smirk and turned towards the stove.

Damn woman!

I walked towards the drinks cabinet and poured myself a glass of white wine.

"Red or white?" I asked, taking a glass for her too. I still have no idea why I asked that.

I don't entertain my employees. 

I never had.

She shot a pointed look at me and then said

"I don't drink," she said in an attitude and I rolled my eyes.

"Let's not overdo it, Sharma. Red or white?" I asked again.

"I don't drink, Mr Agnivanshi." She said, without turning around.

"Well. Suit yourself," I snapped and kept the wine bottle back.

So? What if she didn't want to share a drink with me? It is absolutely her wish.

Why am I so annoyed with her?

I am too spoiled, I admitted to myself. 

Women have always been too eager to do my bidding.

And here is Arohi Sharma. For some reason, she seems to be annoyed with me. 

No! She seems to be acting annoyed with me.

Under what belief? That would keep my attention on her?

And to an extent her idea is working.

Her attitude is a big turn on.

If she weren't an employee, I would definitely have taken her upon her twisted game.

"Oh no!" She whined loudly, startling me.

"What is it?" I asked, with a frown on my face.

"I forgot something. I will be back in a minute," she said and before I could ask her anything else, she vanished from the kitchen.

"What the hell!" I muttered under my breath and stared at the two eggs she got out of the refrigerator and kept on the kitchen island.

Before I could go looking for her, she rushed back, wearing a white apron and a white chef's cap on her head.

What the blazes!

Is she crazy?

"I prefer cooking with all the set up," she said, sensing my question.

She turned around and faced the stove and started talking to herself. 

I leaned forward and my eyes widened hearing that she was giving commentary like in a cookery show.

"So viewers. Today, we are going to make a special omelette. I have two eggs ready for it. The other ingredients you need are, bell pepper, some diced ham, crisp bacon, cheddar cheese and sour cream. Break the eggs into a bowl–" she was enacting, as though she was performing in front of the cameras.

"You gotta be kidding me!" I exclaimed in disbelief 

"What?" She frowned up at me.

"This is not a damn tele show, Sharma. What I want is a simple omelette. And guess what? I am capable of making one on my own." I said and snatched the bowl with eggs in it from her.

"Oh. But this is my job. I make delicious omelettes, Mr Agnivanshi. If you taste it once, you will never forget it. The melted cheese in it would burst on your tongue and the crisp bacons would be such a contrast to that," she said dramatically. 

"Shut up, Sharma." I said and lit up the stove.

"Stop calling me, Sharma. I feel so dull. Just call me Arohi," she said.

I ignored her and made the omelette myself.

"You can leave, Arohi." I said and I sat down to eat.

"What? You are firing me? Just because you didn't like how I make omelette? That's absolutely unfair, Mr Agnivanshi. I am sure there are laws protecting employees against such tyrant bosses." Arohi said in a dramatic tone.

God! What a drama queen!

"If you are quite done with your dramatics, go and sleep, Arohi." I said.

Before she could respond, the cottage was filled with high pitched screams.

Terrified high pitched screams.

"Who is that?"