87 Dr Yasmeen Khan

Third Person's POV

Diya was currently plopped on a comfy chair with her hands over her chest and an ugly frown marring her flushed face. She couldn't believe that she was doing this. Her insides were boiling. But when she saw the victorious grin plastered on her so-called boss's face who was sitting in front of her, she couldn't help but believe that she was indeed cursed by some superior being.

" What are you taking?" Rahul chirped looking expectantly at Diya while she sat there not moving a single muscle on her face. She hated when someone made her do stuff she didn't approve of. Rahul was just doing that by indirectly compelling her to go out on a lunch with him in exchange for her vase. And if it wasn't for her vase she would have not even bothered entertaining him but she wasn't ready to risk the safety of her vase. It was just too precious for her to compare it with her pride.