Your mattress

"Riya's point of view,"

"Please pardon me. Riya, I erred when I stole your dream project from you." In front of me, Rachit is pleading with his hands folded.

"Take this: I'm returning all of your company's shares to you." I was going to reclaim the file from his hands that held the shares of my company when I suddenly heard a strange voice in my head.

What's the volume of the noise surrounding me? And the noise is only getting louder. What makes this sound so familiar to me, though?
Oh shit, I just realized that this is the sound of my mobile phone's irritating alarm clock. I must have dreamt then.

And do you believe Rachit will return to your dream project? In a straightforward manner, was it genuinely able to do so? It is only imaginable in dreams. I was being ridiculed by my subconscious for believing my dream to be true.

Even though I know well that Rachit will not, under any circumstances, return the shares of my company to me, I still don't understand why there is still some hope that he might.

Riya, stop thinking and confront Rachit at Wings Industry. Based on what I know about Rachit, he won't allow your dream to come true. My subconscious continually derailed my hopes.
Riya hurriedly stood up and got ready to confront Rachit Khurana. I got out of bed and went into the restroom.

Today I was once more contemplating Rachit while standing beneath the shower's water drips. Although I used to stand in that same shower a few years ago and recall Rachit's passionate kiss, today my thoughts are on his clumsy reasoning and wit rather than his passionate kisses. I can't believe how much I loved Rachit. That I was so blinded by my love for him, I forgot about Harsh's selfless love.

Although I can't undo what has already happened, I still have one fair chance to reclaim my company's shares from Rachit.

I emerged from the bathroom after a long shower and changed into a cherry red formal jumpsuit. My high ponytail and black stiletto heels completed my outfit.
After locking my hotel room, I headed out for Wings Industries when Harsh's call flashed on my phone.

As soon as I answered the call, I yelled out, "Good morning," in a loud voice.

"Sunny Morning!"
I could tell by his tired voice that he was still in bed, even though it was nine in the morning. He usually wakes up early in the morning, so why is he sleeping until now?

"Why are you not awake?" I enquired with suspicion.

"I want to sleep with you now that you've come to me." He disregarded my query and began admonishing me in his drowsy voice, insisting like a child. Goosebumps appeared on my body as I listened to his tired voice and authoritative tone that demanded submission.

How many days can I say that I have heard his sleeping voice after so many years? He frequently requested that I sleep with him for a long period in the morning, and when I thought back to his sleeping position, a picture abruptly began playing in front of my eyes. This made me grin.

"Riya, are you paying attention to what I'm saying?"
Oh, I forgot.
Harsh was waiting for my response on the other end of the phone since I was so busy thinking back on my earlier experiences with him.

"Harsh, I have an important task to accomplish before I can come to you, and second, sleeping close to you would mean that it would use my body as a mattress for yours. You appear to be sleeping on top of me, not in the bed." I said playfully.

"Riya, you are my mattress and my bed, and I shall sleep on you in this position every day. Even after we get married, even after we have kids, even after we get old." After listening to him, I felt different tranquility.
Marriage, childbirth, and aging.
Harsh has given our future a lot of thought.

"I will come to meet you in the evening, so quit being a slacker and concentrate on your business while I finish my task." I understand how much he misses me since I also miss him a lot. But I can't let my feelings about myself rule my career.

"Have you forgotten, Riya, that I am a billionaire and not an employee of any business? If the owner chooses not to show up to work one day, it won't matter."

"Sir, stop talking trash, stand up, and focus on your work. I'm currently driving the car." I told him to.

"Okay, as you say, my future wife." Before ending the conversation, he said, taking a big breath.

Since I returned to India, there is nothing I can do to help this man; instead, a brand-new Harsh is emerging in front of me. Every time I thought about his amorous outbursts and provocative remarks, butterflies flew into my stomach. But before these butterflies, I must confront Rachit, a venomous chameleon, and I do not know how he will treat me.

You had best go inside and face it instead of idly speculating while sitting in your car. Again, I felt my subconscious reprimanding me.
Oh, you're too bossy.

"In my office, what the hell are you doing?" My fury boiled as soon as I opened the door to my office and saw Rachit seated in my chair.

"Greetings, Riya. Please take a seat." He had an evil smirk on his face, and I could tell he was trying to make things tough for me.

"Why do you have a seat in my chair?" Despite my best efforts, I don't think I will stand this man's torture for very long.

"Riya, oh no, sorry, Riya madam. Perhaps you have forgotten that I am now in charge of your dream project besides being your business partner, so I may legally sit in this cabin." His harsh remarks, which he is using highly dramatically, are currently simply adding fuel to the flames of my rage.

"Either you leave my office immediately or I'll contact security." I said fiercely, slapping my hand down on the table.

"Security? Are you in the mood to joke? Now that I am in charge of this project, you are merely a minor member. To get you out of here, the security will not let me leave this office."

What else might we expect from such a pathetic individual? It would be better if I left quietly now. I began to quickly leave my office, or more accurately, his office.

"Riya, I was just making jokes with you; you get furious easily. Since we are now business partners, you can use my office." My feet came to a stop there after I finished listening to him.

I would never have asked this man for help if Harsh's life hadn't been in danger, but now I am left with little choice but to put up with his insults and terrible behavior. I know fully that he will take this chance to publicly humiliate me.
Rachit's statements require a very cool response from me, as I must contain my rage. I glanced at him while closing my eyes and taking a long breath in.

"Mr. Khurana, I can't compare to you. Only skilled professionals and experts like you belong in this office."
I could tell that my inner voice wanted to offer Rachit, the only curse at this moment since I had a long, phony smile on my face.

"Riya, as you please, OK? I want some coffee right now, so go get some for me."

"Rachit, be mindful of your boundaries." I shook with rage as I heard his remarks.

"Riya Mittal, You appear even more stunning when you are angry." He said as he moved in my direction.

This man will never change. To reclaim the shares of my company, I must act as soon as workable. I threw him a sour glance when I saw him and left the office right afterward.

Someone can help me out of this mess. I picked up my phone right away and texted him. I will only have to put up with Rachit's turmoil for a short while; after that, my company and my project will both return to me. Whatever strategy I have devised ought to work. I turned on my car's engine and headed for Harsh's house.