Office Visit

Ishan calls out the assistant, and a woman and man, Mohan and Nisha, come and smile at them, reaching out to Aryan.

As Mohan helps Aryan move to his wheelchair, Aryan says, "Easy..."

"Easy, Mohan", Ishan adds jokingly in his feminine voice, looking at Aryan with his side eye and smile on his face "and don't even think about making him laugh with those sneaky toe wiggles... I hear some people's toes are starting to get a little too chatty!"

Mohan chuckles dearly and replies, "sure, Radhika ma'am."

It's been three weeks since Ishan fired the old assistant after a heated argument with Aryan about the care they provided and how incompetent they were.

Ishan replaced them with Mohan and Nisha, new medical professionals.

Since then, Aryan has felt remarkable improvement in his body. He finally regained some sense of touch in his toes and fingers, besides the three fingers that were already moving.

Ishan looks at Aryan, who rolls his eyes.

Ishan looks at him, and Ishan folds his arms, saying, "Say it!"

"Yes, you were right. Those dumb idiots were really incompetent," Aryan admits, a small smile on his face.

Ishan smiles, saying, "And You're welcome for that"

He walks over to Aryan and gives him a gentle pat on the shoulder.

"You two are really a cute couple.", Nisha giggles a bit at their cute banter and comments, " I wish I could have a relationship like yours."

Her comment makes both of them blush, their faces reddening as they struggle to make eye contact with each other. Aryan's gaze drifts to Ishan, his expression softening. Ishan, too, looks at Aryan, a hint of warmth in his eyes. .

Then, almost imperceptibly, Aryan's gaze drops, his eyelashes casting a shadow on his cheeks. Ishan's face, too, returns to its usual calm, the flush fading from his cheeks.

Aryan coughs a little and changes the subject.

"Anyway, ready to go?"

"I've been dying for it," Ishan replies, still looking a bit flustered.

He walks over to Aryan's wheelchair and gives him a gentle push. "Let's get going, husband."

As the car leaves the exit gate of Raichand mansion, Ishan could feel his heart beat getting faster. He glanced down at his outfit, a stunning saree that accentuated his curves in all the right places.

"This is the first time I am going out like this, wrapped in 5 meters of silk and with these...assets on display,"

Ishan thought to himself, his looked down cupping his big breast which caused his  cleavage even more visible, his train of thought interrupted by the person sitting beside him, his pretend husband.

"You okay there?" Aryan looked at him, curious his own eye looking at the display of breast hidden behind the golden blouse.

"Dude My eyes are up here", Ishan rolled his eyes good-naturedly. " And yeah.., I'm fine."

"Sorry for that", Aryan corrected himself.

'Not your fault dude... these melons definitely keep me awake at night as well''

Ishan's curiosity got the better of him, and he asked, "So, what exactly does your company do?"

Aryan launched into an explanation, his words spilling out in a rush.

"We're a conglomerate, with interests in almost every sector imaginable. Hospitality, medical, transport, communication, fashion...you name it, we own it." He paused, taking a deep breath. "We're a global player, with a presence in over 20 countries worldwide."

"And you own all of it?" Ishan asked, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

"I mean, that's a staggering amount of assets. I'm talking billions, tens of billions... probably even hundreds of billions of dollars in revenue. And you're telling me that you own all of it?"

"You are quick with numbers!", Aryan chuckled, a hint of pride in his voice. "Besides Dad owns them, not me. I just work here"

"Keep this fake humility to yourself, Aryan", Ishan snorted, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You own them, and by extension, I own them too. "

Aryan laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Yes, in your dreams"

As Aryan finished speaking, the car turned to the left, entering a sprawling corporate complex. The building loomed ahead, its sleek glass and steel facade glinting in the sunlight.

Ishan's eyes widened as he took in the sight. "Impressive," he breathed.

The car pulled up to the entrance, a group of people emerged from the building, smiling and waving. Ishan's heart skipped a beat as he realized they were here to greet him - or rather, Radhika Raichand.