08-01-2024, 04:39 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-01-2024, 04:43 PM by DR.DINGDONGDING. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Aamir was furious at mandira he really wanted to teach her a lesson for humiliating him , but he didn't wanted to japerdise his mission , he had to be very careful as involving security officer will also attract counter intelligence agency towards him he didn't want that to happen , so Aamir in his cunning mind devise a plan , very next day Aamir being a secret agent he effortlessly forged a security officer verification certificate by his name and decided to pay mandira a visit but before going to mandira's office Aamir took out a small tablet from his secret hidden compartment inside his wardrobe, Aamir looked keenly at that small tablet and with an evil grinn talked to him self " mandira you bitch , today you will learn a lesson that you will never forget"
Aamir knocked on the door of the office and entered, expecting to see her sitting at her desk. Instead, he found her staring at her computer screen with a troubled expression.
"Hello, Mandira. I brought the certificate you asked for," he said, holding out the paper.
She looked up and frowned. "Oh, it's you. Just leave it on the table. I don't have time for you right now."
He noticed that she had an accounting software open on her screen, but it seemed like she was stuck on some problem. He felt a surge of curiosity and smelled an opportunity. He was good at accounting, having studied it in college. Maybe he could help her out and win her favor.
"What's the matter? Are you having trouble with the software?" he asked, moving closer to her.
She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Yes, I am. But you wouldn't understand. It's too complicated for you."
He smiled and leaned over her shoulder. "Try me. I'm an expert on accounting software. I can teach you in just an hour."
She looked at him skeptically. "Really? You're an expert? How come?"
He shrugged. "I just have a knack for it. Trust me, I can make your life easier. Just let me show you."
She hesitated, but then nodded. "Fine. But only for an hour. I have a lot of work to do."
He grinned and sat down next to her. He took the mouse and clicked on the software. He started to explain the basics of the program, how to enter data, how to generate reports, how to fix errors. He made it sound simple and fun, using analogies and examples. He also cracked jokes and teased her, trying to make her laugh and relax.
At first, she was annoyed and impatient. She didn't like his jokes, his tone, or his proximity. She thought he was arrogant and irritating. She wanted him to leave as soon as possible. But as he continued to teach her, she began to notice his charm and intelligence. He was actually good at accounting, and he knew how to explain it clearly. He was also funny and witty, and he made her feel comfortable and happy. She started to laugh at his jokes, and even joke back. She realized that she had misjudged him. He was not a bad guy, he was a nice guy.
They spent the whole day together, learning and laughing. They forgot about the time, the work, and the world. They only had eyes for each other. Mandira felt a connection, a spark, a chemistry with Aamir.
It was almost night time when they finally finished. Mandira looked at the clock and gasped. "Oh, no. It's so late. I have to go home now. Thank you for your help, Aamir. You're a great teacher."
Aamir knocked on the door of the office and entered, expecting to see her sitting at her desk. Instead, he found her staring at her computer screen with a troubled expression.
"Hello, Mandira. I brought the certificate you asked for," he said, holding out the paper.
She looked up and frowned. "Oh, it's you. Just leave it on the table. I don't have time for you right now."
He noticed that she had an accounting software open on her screen, but it seemed like she was stuck on some problem. He felt a surge of curiosity and smelled an opportunity. He was good at accounting, having studied it in college. Maybe he could help her out and win her favor.
"What's the matter? Are you having trouble with the software?" he asked, moving closer to her.
She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Yes, I am. But you wouldn't understand. It's too complicated for you."
He smiled and leaned over her shoulder. "Try me. I'm an expert on accounting software. I can teach you in just an hour."
She looked at him skeptically. "Really? You're an expert? How come?"
He shrugged. "I just have a knack for it. Trust me, I can make your life easier. Just let me show you."
She hesitated, but then nodded. "Fine. But only for an hour. I have a lot of work to do."
He grinned and sat down next to her. He took the mouse and clicked on the software. He started to explain the basics of the program, how to enter data, how to generate reports, how to fix errors. He made it sound simple and fun, using analogies and examples. He also cracked jokes and teased her, trying to make her laugh and relax.
At first, she was annoyed and impatient. She didn't like his jokes, his tone, or his proximity. She thought he was arrogant and irritating. She wanted him to leave as soon as possible. But as he continued to teach her, she began to notice his charm and intelligence. He was actually good at accounting, and he knew how to explain it clearly. He was also funny and witty, and he made her feel comfortable and happy. She started to laugh at his jokes, and even joke back. She realized that she had misjudged him. He was not a bad guy, he was a nice guy.
They spent the whole day together, learning and laughing. They forgot about the time, the work, and the world. They only had eyes for each other. Mandira felt a connection, a spark, a chemistry with Aamir.
It was almost night time when they finally finished. Mandira looked at the clock and gasped. "Oh, no. It's so late. I have to go home now. Thank you for your help, Aamir. You're a great teacher."
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