Seasons Of Love

#6 : Swarming Sharks

Ria's POV

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The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A kingdom of isolation
And it looks like I'm the queen
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            The long awaited weekend came and I got a much needed break from seeing Vicky on a daily basis. The nostalgia was clogging my mind. To add to it, his cold behavior and the numerous intense gazes he threw during the past week, especially at the buffet, were something. I couldn't put a definite word to express it.

You should have expected it, when you agreed to be deported back to your former office.

Excuse me, I was under the impression he was based out of Hyderabad. How was I supposed to know?

           There was no reason to have this internal debate all over again for the nth time. Starring into the mirror of my dressing table, while taming my long black tresses, I tried to put an halt on my thoughts. Pulling it up into a high ponytail and tightening it by tugging my hair, I built back my confidence.

That's it Ria, you've worked so hard for this position.

Many would combust into flames of jealousy.

Don't let your hard work go down the drain.

             Straightening out the lapel of my navy business suit, I finished off my light make up with Kajal on my lower eyelid and strawberry flavoured lip gloss. Grabbing my large brown bag, I exited my hotel room, all set for a new week at my new-cum-former workplace. The company was taking care of my accommodation and travel to and fro to work, leaving me with less worries. However, the surprise package in the form of Vicky kind of equalized the worry-meter levels.

           Striding towards my desk in my black pumps, I never imagined that I would be back to this place. The place which held so many blissful memories was now resembling a hell-hole.

You can wade through it, girl.

You've done it once, you can do it all over again, if needed.

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The wind is howling
like this swirling storm inside
Couldn't keep it in,
heaven knows I've tried
Don't let them in,
don't let them see
Be the good girl you
always have to be
Conceal, don't feel,
don't let them know
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           With that determination, I settled down in my seat and started off with my work. Office work has always been my savior, my sweet distraction, my antidote for all my wounds. It still remains the same. I couldn't even envision what would have happened to me if I wasn't working.

            The faint giggles that were gaining momentum pulled me out the deep concentration I was working in. Shifting my gaze to it's source, I saw  two figures standing across the glass barriers between their seats. One familiar silhouettes while the other, not-so familiar, not-so-friendly one of the opposite gender.

           The lady in question was Mythri Naidu, from the team seated opposite ours. She sat across Vicky's desk.
Oh! How so convenient! I hadn't noticed her earlier, as she was on a short vacation. It made me marvel at the fact that even Vicky had joined the team just two days prior to my appearance, but they seemed to be at ease with each other. It seems that 18 hours was ample amount of time frame for these two to bond. The tiffin she had handed him, which surely held some homemade telugu dishes, sealed my deduction.