Page 79 of No Boss
“Boss,” she said, her tone falling into place, “there is a royal entourage at the gate. His Highness Rajveer Singh Sisodia. From Udaipur.”
“Bring them to my office.”
No surprise. No questions.
He knew.
“Ji.”
She ended the call and turned to them, her expression composed. “Boss will see you now. Please follow me.”
The rear door opened.
Rajveer Singh Sisodia stepped out, rising to his full height with ease. More commanding in person. A strong jaw, steady eyes, a face that drew attention without asking for it. His linen kurta bore a thin line of gold at the collar. Understated. Intentional.
He paused, his gaze moving across the Haveli. The stone. The arches. The open spaces.
“Miss Chauhan.” The fact that he knew her name without introduction settled coldly beneath her ribs. “A pleasure to finally see Anand Mahal in person.”
‘Finally?’
“Welcome to Anand Mahal, Kunwar Sa.” She inclined her head. “Please follow me.”
She turned and led the way.
The courtyard parted as they walked. Devotees stepped aside, whispers rising around them as they regarded His Highness. Rajveer acknowledged them with a slight nod of his head.
Meera kept her focus ahead.
Behind her, she felt his attention move across the Haveli.
She told herself it meant nothing. That she could not be sure why he had come.
The thought did not settle.
Her mind moved ahead of her steps. When had Abhinav reached out? What had been discussed? What had already been set into motion?
The questions pressed in.
They reached the office. The door stood closed.
Meera lifted her hand to knock. It stilled for a second before she followed through.
“Come in.” Abhinav’s voice came from inside. Even. Controlled. No trace of what she had heard earlier.
She opened the door.
He sat behind his desk, white shirt crisp, sleeves rolled, expression composed.
“His Highness Rajveer Singh Sisodia,” she stepped aside. “And his advisor, Amar Singh Ji.”
Abhinav’s gaze lifted to hers for a fraction. Something passed there. Gone before it could settle.
“Thank you, Meera.”
Dismissal. Clean. Final.
She stepped out and closed the door. Her hand lingered on the handle before she let it go. She moved to the side, resting against the cool stone wall, out of sight.
