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The next day in office, Raghav knew what misery was. Kiran had greeted him with 'Good Morning, Sir', with extra stress on 'Sir'. She had never referred to him so. It always had been 'Big B'. It didn't help that ever since he realised he had fallen for her, he was falling even more! How was that possible?!  Raghav sat in his cabin, trying to concentrate on the screen unsuccessfully. His attention kept drifting towards Kiran, and he kept thinking about ways to mend things between them. He didn't like this sudden wall that seemed to have erupted between them.  "Sir, a minute please?" He cringed as he heard Kiran ask him from the door of his cabin. "Please come in, Kiran. I request you." Raghav pleaded. Dammit, I am the boss, female!! She let out a sigh, as if she were bracing herself for some kind of punishment, and came inside. "Sir, there is a group waiting there. The guys are going to Dubai and need air ticke
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"I want to send 3000 US dollars to the university's account for my son's education." Raghav heard the customer say to Kiran as he entered his office. He beamed in satisfaction. Hope Kiran applies a good rate for the dollar. God knows my company needs every dime of profit.  Four years back, Raghav had opened his own foreign exchange company that dealt in buying and selling foreign currency, booking air tickets and sending money abroad for educational purposes. The company had grown every year bit by bit, and he was doing comfortably well. But yet, every transaction was important and every dime was well-earned and well-deserved by him and his team. He looked at Kiran and winced, For today, Kiran was dressed completely in black. From a black sleeveless top that showed off her tattooes, to her black jeans and right down to the black leather shoes. She saluted at him as he passed her and for a few seconds, he got a whiff of her perfume. It was something, light, breezy
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"Hey, Big B.." At the familiar greeting from Kiran, Raghav shifted his attention from his computer to look at her and artfully refrained from reacting. Just when I thought I had seen it all!  Raghav thought in despair. He had gotten over the shock of seeing Kiran arrive for her interview on a bike - a beast of a bike, to be precise. He had recovered from the hangover of having been the one who had been interviewed, though he was the boss and she was the candidate. He had accepted that he would always have to see her tattooed-from-elbow-to-wrist arms. But he wasn't just prepared for today's look. The female had outdone herself this time. There were too many shocking things. Her hair - if  he was honest, her beautiful bygone hair - had not only been cut very short('shredded' would do more justice, thought Raghav), it was now spiked, for God's sake! And highlighted with caramel shades. And today she had opted for a complete black look. A black half
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Raghav Iyer - In his early forties. Leads a calm, disciplined and organized life. A neatness freak. A stickler to routines. A recluse who shies away from human contact. Basically, a person from some other era of time (probably a good era!). Kiran Kulkarni - In her mid-twenties. Is a tomboy, a rebel and doesn't know the meaning of 'rules'. Unless she makes her own. Which she does always. Passionate about tattoos and likes to experiment with her hair. Chaotic, disorganized and crazy. And then these two met. And that's how it happened!! Raghav looked at the mirror. He gave himself a final check. Hair parted sideways neatly, spectacles that fit him perfectly, formal shirt neatly tucked inside trousers, his pocket-kerchief without which he never left home, his watch of - how many years now? - well, he didn't want to know. But it was there on his wrist, where it rightly belonged. He took pride in his precious and old possessions. Not bad. Not bad at all for a fo
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