The sun seemed to have been arisen from West, for Mr Vihaan Singh Rathore was late!
Nodding his neck while receiving morning wishes from his employees, he rushed toward his office with long strides in fitted black jeans, shirt and long overcoat.
His hair was in usual, messy but not out of place and his handsome face 'cheery on the cake' on his well-built body.
How could he not look that handsome!? He had spent hours on it.
"Not hours! It was just five minutes! " scolding his mind, opening the one-sided view door of his office, he walks towards his chair and sat down.
It was neither five minutes nor hours, but, for fifteen minutes he had stood in front of the mirror, knowing very well he was late.
But, he wanted to look good, no matter how much late he had slept and had dark circles under his eyes.
Laying back fully on his comfortable chair, he crossed his eyes and rubbed them with his fingers.
He was desperate for some sleep!
