Love Cafe: When Only Memories Remains 128 Please Spare Me Now

"Pretty dress for my angel.

Waiting for you.."

Smrity's mouth twitched when she saw word 'Angel', this person how can he be romantic instead of cold.

"Will you still treat me like this, when you know about me?" Smrity murmured herself.

Her eyes show rare emotions of guilt and uneasiness. No one treated her like this before, it was so long after those incidents, she felt warmth from someone else, beside of the hatred inside her heart there arouse some other feelings.

Smrity gulped bitterness inside and wore white Saari, she couldn't help but admire his choice. It looks perfect on her, like it was only made for her.

She put light makeup, her natural skin is in top notch, she normally never wore makeup, today she decided to put makeup. Even little makeup makes her extremely beautiful.

Samar, Riya and Sweta, talked while Smrity took time to get ready, at the Rehaan also shown up he looks very happy.

"Yo, you looks so happy?" Riya raised her eyebrows and curiously asked to Rehaan.

"You don't understand feelings when you caught up your goal." Rehaan replied mischievously with creepy smile.

Sweta understood what he refers,
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"You mean you pa.s.sed the interview congrats.." Sweta congratulate him, with huge smile beside her no one knew about his interview.

Samar didn't understand what are they talking about,

"What interview?" He asked to Rehaan.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you all, I recently applied for job in OM International Corporation. And you know what I got job." Rehaan replied him, without looking towards him.

Samar face darkened, and asked in displeasure tone:

"Why? We have our family business everyone wants you to be next CEO why are you running away?"

Rehaan almost laughed out loud,

"I don't want to be piece of chess, which was played by my so called father and his family. Please, let me and my mom stay away from all those drama and plots." Rehaan said in indifferent tone, his tone was filled with sorrow and pain.

"Haan,..." Samar wanted to say something but Rehaan interrupt him.

"Bro, do you want to make rukus in our relationship also? From my genetic family only you and your family left, if you want to cut off ties, so I will not dis approved. My mother already got used by that person please now don't used me."

"Bro, Please spare me now.."

Samar wanted to tell him, all business was his, but looking at him, he walked far away. He know Rehaan and his mother got very hard time because of family. He wants to make up for those hard time, but it seems now there is no more value for althose to him.

Sweta looked at atmosphere heating up, she don't know about every matter about Samar and Rehaan. She only know they have sour relation, Rehaan only talks to Samar and Samar's parents aside from them, he always kept distance from other family member.

"Rehaan, I heard boss of yours is really cool and also she is only 19 years old yet she make company most successful." Sweta asked excitedly changing topic.

"Yeah, you are right she indeed be so cool. She so beautiful also as like fairy, and also truly genius.

When I met her I thought it was dream, someone is joking with me. I was really lucky that I got job. You know she is the perfect example of beauty with brain. I really want to marry her."

Smrity who just arrived when she heard what Rehaan said she left speechless. He know she is his cousin's girlfriend yet he is dreaming to marry her. She really admire her guts.

Samar saw Rehaan was happy, he felt happy to but also at the same time he also felt disappointed. Although other family member want Samar to be CEO, but he want to give Rehaan his rightful place. But Rehaan never take interest in Pradhan Corporation.

"You really had a guts to say that Rehaan." Smrity said yo Rehaan in sarcastic ways, her statement have hidden meaning in it. From which Rehaan felt cold spines run in his blood. He almost fell from chair when he heard her voice. She really had wrong timing.