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 He was looking at the entrance to the office from the cabin again and again, was looking for someone or maybe it was waiting for someone...

Pratap was his name, he was working on the post of manager, in that company,

And he was employed in the same company,

Sangeeta,,,

A beautiful girl, beautiful but beautiful!

Even though the color was beautiful, it was beautiful, it seemed as if a skilled and paralyzed sculptor himself had carved a statue of a beautiful marble with his own hands and made this beautiful idol from beauty.


He used to bend his head, came in the office, greeted everyone in his voice, mingled with applause and greeted everyone in his work and greeted everyone at the time of leaving his head bent.

Nobody has ever seen him talk in extravagant talks, and no one ever calls him too much, do not know why he is always lost in his own self.


Pratap had started wishing for him from the very beginning, but on seeing his simplicity and decency he could never say anything, he had fear in his mind that he would not refuse, Do not get it wrong.

All these things had passed in 7 months today, Pratap had already realized that it is his birthday today and Pratap had decided that there would be anything, but today he will have his heart full of his feelings in his handsome hands After that, if they want to throw them away and if you do not want them, just take them.


But today she came very late, Pratap did not know how many times she got up and saw it, she remembered..

Pratap's mind was not in the work today, he looked at the clock, never looked at him, after that he kept his underprivileged rose in his bag, which he had brought with his music beautiful For Sangeeta.

He touched the rose frequently and thought that he would ask for a lot from the time he came out in the evening, and after giving it the flowers on the same he would say the heart of his heart.


Pratap's situation was bad today, on the other hand, Sangeeta also looked somewhat troubled today, she repeatedly removes her phone from her purse, disconnecting her continuously coming phone and back in the purse Took!


Pratap seemed so strange to him repeatedly doing this, he was watching music so much late, he would disconnect the phone and repeat the phone again.





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