Rose & Thorn - English Serial Fiction

After quickly sipping her coffee, Subha draped herself in a blue chiffon saree. She didn’t spend much time on makeup, just adjusted her hair with her hands and applied a new bindi.

That’s Subha for you! Beautiful, soft, elegant, but very simple. She

“Sarathy! You might be an elderly person, but remember, you are just my manager, and I am your boss.”

“Sorry, sir.”

“No, sir. My friend works there, and she asked me to talk to you and try to change your mind.”

Baskar’s face turned red. He gave Subha a distasteful look. “Why are you girls becoming so cheap nowadays?”

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"Before I do this for you, I'd like to know how I can trust you," Subha said, trying hard not to show her rage.

“Trust? I don't want you to trust me; either do what I say or leave," screamed Baskar.

Subha gave him an angry stare, but Baskar didn’t pay attention.

“See, I can give a year’s time, but do you really think they can arrange two crores in that time?”

“What? Two crores?”

“Yes, if I add interest for this extra year, it will be more than that.”

“Read the agreement and sign it,” Baskar’s voice was normal, but the hint of a smile on his lips bothered Subha.

‘Why wouldn’t he smile? I have never seen a stingy businessman like him,’ she thought to herself.

Though scornful, she signed the agreement quietly

Bharath, Subha’s friend, approached her with a smile. He was in his early 30s, with a well-groomed appearance, neatly dressed in business casual attire.

“What are you doing here?” asked Subha with surprise.

Subha made herself comfortable in bed. Her eyes again went to Sujatha, who was keenly looking into a notebook.

Even without makeup, Sujatha looked pretty. She was soft-spoken and very gentle, but very straightforward. There’s nothing wrong with Bharath falling for her. Everyone likes

After Sujatha left to meet Bharath, Subha waited tensely for a couple of hours.

When Sujatha returned, she looked normal and just spoke about the donation that Kousalya had given for the home. But Subha couldn’t take the suspense any longer, so she directly asked her, “Suji, did Bharath

‘He used to be such a sweet person. I still can’t believe he has changed like this,’ Murthy’s voice echoed in her mind. She wondered what could have transformed him into such a living devil.

For the thousandth time, Sujatha looked at her friend. Subha was still staring at the dark sky visible from the window.

Something is wrong, thought Suji.

“Subha, are you alright?” she asked with concern.

When Subha entered Baskar’s office, her mind was unusually calm. She wasn’t complaining anymore; instead, she was filled with curiosity. She really wanted to know about Baskar, his family, and his past.

Subha heard his words but decided to stay silent. She was still under the influence of the sudden sweetness that swept through her a while back. Why was he staring at me like that? Why did I feel so different about it? She tried hard to shrug off the questions, but they kept lingering in her

Will Baskar also smile if someone can withstand his rudeness and talk to him? She remembered how he screamed at her the first day. Now it sounded a bit funny to her. Is he hiding from something? Why is he so weird? Why do Baskar and Bavi behave like this?

Subha was doing her best to collect all the information she was looking for from Sarathy without raising any suspicions.