C9 Painful

Nisha’s Pov

As Dum began to apply the ointment to the burnt part of my hand, I noticed something moist on my cheeks, which bewildered me.

Huh?

"Why are you crying?" " Dum panicked when he saw my tears streaming from my eyes.

I'm also not sure why I'm sobbing, silly tears why am I crying now when I don't want to shed tears?!

"It's because I'm in pain when you apply the ointment on my hand, sir," I explained, making excuses.

“Really? Why didn't you speak out in the first place? "Dum chastised me for not objecting that it was uncomfortable.

"Anyway, just bear the discomfort, okay?" As Dum blew the part, he placed an ointment to reduce the ache I was experiencing.

I've been tolerating the anguish for the past 17 years; why can't I bear it any longer?

"Because it's humiliating?" " I answered Dum, feeling bashful in front of him.

When Dum heard my response, he looked at me and said, "Why would experiencing painful be humiliating? It's not shameful when you're simply expressing yourself, and everyone suffers pain, so you don't have to feel like that squirrel," Dum remarked, staring me out.

I also gaze back at him, struck by how gorgeous his blue eyes are and how much I miss staring at those eyes, which make me forget about everything that is going on around me. My heart begins to race and the air around us becomes strange, as if we are not in the room but in another realm where only the two of us are looking at one other.

Suddenly, there was a noise from somewhere, interrupting our gazing contest and forcing us to return to reality. We both moved away from one other, perplexed by what had just happened to us. I simply looked to see whose phone was ringing and whether it was mine, but it wasn't.

"S-sir, your phone is ringing," I say as I stand up to pick up his phone and hand it to him.

Dum took the phone from me and rose up to move away from me to take the call of whoever had phoned Dum's phone. While quietly chastising myself for what I was ready to do if we hadn't been interrupted by the phone call.

What the heck were you thinking, Nisha, thinking you wanted to kiss him? He's married with kids; how can you think of kissing him! I must have gone insane, but if no one intervened, both of our lips would gently draw together and kiss- Quit IT,

NISHA!

Dhruv’s Pov

What was I thinking when I decided to kiss my new secretary? But I'm glad my phone rang because else I would have been cheating on Ranie by kissing that woman. It's been 17 years since I kissed alongside Ranie, which is why I'm enticed to kiss my secretary. Honestly, I was only going to tease her a little, but as I looked up, I saw her eyes were a bright blue hue, which captivated me, and the rest of what transpired after that should be forgotten.

["Sir, are you still present? "] someone questioned, interrupting what I was thinking.

["Hmm, Huh? Yes, I'm still here. What was it again? "] I replied, returning to the present.

[“We have an important meeting with an important client who wants you to be present and we are asking if you are okay to come when you are still hospi- “] I didn’t let him finish what he is saying.

["I'll be there; what time is the meeting?" Well, send it to my new secretary about this meeting right now,"] I replied, adding that I'll be there and that they need to provide the specifics of where the meeting would be taking place.

["Okay, sir, we'll mail it"] He answered, and I hung up the phone.

I return my gaze to the squirrel, who was now doing anything at the edge that made me secretly smirk, and I can plainly tell she was feeling uneasy after what had happened. I can't help but want to tease her since she's so cute.

I gently advance towards her back and abruptly grab her shoulder, surprising the squirrel, but instead of being astonished, I was startled because as soon as I grasp her shoulder, she grabs my arm and twists it pretty hard, turning to stare at me with menacing eyes as she finishes the action.

Oh, she's a fighter! This is all I have to say in response to what has just occurred.

"Y-you are a strong lady," I said, unable to speak clearly since she was still twisting it and I could feel how painful it was.

When she came to her wits and realized what she had done, she was taken aback and promptly released her grip on my arm.

"Please accept my heartfelt apologies, sir! Did I cause your arm to fracture? I apologize profusely! " She quickly apologized to me and asked if it was broken.

I moved my arm to double-check and to torment her even more. "I think it's fractured," I lied to her.

When she heard it was broken, her face became pale and her eyes widened. "Oh my gosh, we need to see a doctor right now!" she remarked, her voice trembling and worried.

I believe I've gone too far with my teasing about my arm being broken, so I'll just say it's all a joke.

"Don't worry, it's just all-"before I can say anything, she takes my arm and drags me out of my room.

"Don't worry, the arm isn't broken; he only has to rest it for a time," the doctor said regarding my arm not being fractured.

We proceeded to the doctor's office after being dragged out of my room to see whether my arm was broken or not, which it wasn't. The squirrel exhaled, relieved that it wasn't broken after all.

"Thank God, I thought it was broken," she relievedly said.

"Anyway, what happened that the patient was in an accident that caused you to say it was broken?" "The doctor was confused.

“It was- “

"It was my fault, I was too clumsy, I slid off the floor because I was acting strange," I excused myself before the squirrel could say anything.

After hearing my excuse, the doctor looked at me strangely. "Anyway, be cautious next time you've had your Wife worried about you," the doctor remarked, scolding me somewhat.

"I am not his wife, Doctor!" The squirrel blushed and instantly protested being my wife.

The doctor grinned at me, "Don't deny it, I can see how frightened you were about your husband that you barged into my office when I was enjoying my lunch and insisted on checking on him." The doctor remarked on what had happened before he could inspect my arm to determine if it was fractured or not.

The squirrel's face had turned redder after hearing what the doctor had stated about what had happened, which made both me and the doctor grin.

"Sir, please inform the doctor that we are not married!" The squirrel begs me not to say anything.

"So, you're having a secret relationship?" the doctor was startled once more.” That's fantastic! " The doctor stated, the misunderstanding is deepening.

"Doctor, as I already stated, we are not! " The squirrel disputed it again, seeking help in correcting the doctor's misinterpretation.

I decided to clear up the doctor's mistake since I felt terrible for the squirrel. "As my secretary stated, we are not married; I am only her boss, Doctor," I explained to the doctor in order to persuade him that we were not a married couple.

"Oh, that's too bad; you'd make a great married couple if you ever got together," the doctor remarked, unhappy that we weren't a couple.

I cast a peek at the squirrel, who was still crimson from embarrassment. I stood up and smiled down at the doctor.

"Thank you for checking on me, doctor, and please accept my apologies for interrupting you with your lunch." I apologize to the doctor for interfering with his lunch break.

"No, don't worry," the doctor said. "I enjoyed teasing the lovely woman," he added softly with a cheeky smile.

What a cunning doctor, well, the squirrel is cute being teased, so I can't say anything about that based on what I've done to tease her thus far. We then said our goodbyes to the doctor and returned to my room.

"Sir, please accept my heartfelt apologies! What can I do to make up for what I've done to you?" the squirrel apologized once more.

"I told you it's fine-"I was about to complete my statement when I recalled what she had asked about what she should do to make up for what she had done to me. My lips curved into a wicked grin.

"Are you willing to do anything I ask?" " I questioned about whether she would do anything.

"Yes, anything!" she replied with a nod

"Okay, don't take it back," I remarked cheerfully to her.

"I promise I won't take it back!" She swears she won't take it back.

"Well, good," I answered, delighted with her response.

This is going to be a lot of fun.