Independence was her dream. Maya's life has been left to be the unseen extra character in the lives of her brother, she wanted more,and demanded more from life.
Intruding in the real world she was ready to take her life by storm, but little did she...
"Hey! Where did you go last night?" She yelled at me, while I rolled over my bed, lost in sleep. "Babe it's not yet time for me to wake up." I murmured to her, in my sleep. When I can hear her head shaking. "No!" She revolted, "Answer me. Why did you left??"
"First of all, how did you wake up so early?" I asked her, sitting up in my bed. Because my sleep was already broken. "I'm going home now."
"What?!" I yelled loudly, "You what?" My cloud eyes were clear now, I slipped my legs in my furry slippers.
"Yeah! We had a blast!"
"I don't want to hear your drink tales. Why did you ditch me?" I should be angry at her. But she was the one, being my mom.
"I didn't ditch you. You did! Where did you go from the backside? When I came back you were no where in sight. I tried to calling not no one picked up."
Call? Yeah my phone, It was on silent mode.
"Okay. A drunk man puked on me, so-"
No, I can't tell her. If I do so. She will come home to hear what I did with the man in hotel."So I came back home." I lied to her, when she sang eww from other side.
"Yeah! Yeah!" I nodded, and went inside my kitchen, keeping the water to boil for coffee.
"So? Your first day for work?" She asked, "Yes!"
"Be nervous." She rang, making me roll my eyes. "Thanks Bhatt!" I teased in return.
"Actually not Bhatt. I am going to be Sharma soon." Her surprised, shunned me.
"What?! He proposed to you?" I asked when she yelled yes. "That's amazing! I'm happy for you. Congratulations!" I overjoyed along with her.
"Okay! Okay! I will talk later. He is bringing me hangover drinks. I'll have some couple moments together." She bragged, hanging the call. I sat on my kitchen island. Drinking the coffee I made.
First day, gotta wear something that will give me confidence. I ran towards my cupboard, picking the latest piece I wore at the evaluation day at brother's company.
It was a lose pink full sleeves shirt, with a tight pencil black skirt.
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After taking for with freshening up. I got ready, looking at my self for the final time. The black skirt was so tightly holding on my skin. Was totally uncomfortable. But. This much is good. I guess. I took a sling purse with me. And started to walk out with my phone.
After a brief while of commute with metro, I made my way entering in the office. Scanning my finger, for my attendance. I was already inside. I looked around at the board that showed the directions of floor setting. I was in the designing department of the event management company. So I chose the 23rd floor. In the elevator with ten others like me, in there phone. I was already there.
As soon as I entered, the running and screaming. The mess and dirty files and papers on the floor and in air. The way crumbled paper balls were scattered. With props out scattered, all the stationary items spread on the ground.
"Its the deadline. We have to show the stage setting! And you guys have given me nothing! What the hell people?! Hand me some useful designs!" The white hair woman in her later years, was screaming over the running and worried set of people, that were practically looking like a homeless crowd, dark circles and wrinkled clothes. And yes there chairs were filled with blankets and pillows.
This is just an event management company, that's the other thing that this one is best in the whole country. And that they have recieved awards by international award community. But it's too much to work day and night.
"You! Why are you standing there?" She now noticed me, when a women in her forties ran towards me handing me a set of papers. "Give me the sample of the must have details writer over here." She said, when I nodded. "But from where? My desk?" I asked, when she pointed walking away from me. "There, beside Jehan!" She said, making my head turn to the pointed finger. While he was playing with women's hair beside her. Braiding them.
I don't want a irritating seat mate.
I went towards the cubical. And I slid inside my seat.
"Hey intern right?" The woman on the other side, asked me, I nodded to her when she threw a bunch of solid design artworks "Unglued them." She asked me, it was as detailed as fucking jewellery. How can I unglued them?
"Now!" She asked me, pressuring me. I nodded to her. But I don't know how?
And I was lost in undoing the block, while kept searching for the samples she asked me for. One after another.
Writing and printing on the paper about details. And the sticking glue was stuck in my hand with the mini art chair model. When suddenly a hand came behind me, I turned to look at the person when he applied something on the glued area and the chair fell from the finger. I turned to look at the person. And it was a man in suit. Just arriving from the door, since I was sitting by the door.
He turned to look at the crowd who didn't noticed that this man walked inside. And finally someone did.
"Mr. Shroff!" The white hair woman asked, making me aware of the person.
As soon as the name came out, everyone silent. And turning too look at the man. He kicked the paper ball on the ground. As he kept walking over the papers scattered on the ground. He rubbed his head, and again looked up.
"Two weeks. I gave you all. A whole two week. For a single stage design. You all doing shabby jobs summited me this piece of crap." He yelled throwing the paper he took from the hand of man beside him.
"I unapproved in one day. And you still had left with 5 days. And yet no designs?" He asked to the white woman.
"Actually Mr. Shroff, we yesterday found that you disapprove the designs we summited. We will be ready with new designs before the day ends."
"I have a lunch with the person, I have to present the design to. And you found yesterday? Wasn't it your duty to check on the selection process right after submissions?" He asked, rudely to her.
When she bowed, and apologized, "I forgot that we summited a design." She apologized, when he nodded. With a groaning sound.
"I understand it. Mrs. Ahuja you are age when you forget things. And also you need a lot of rest. So, you should rest. You don't have to come work from tommorrow onwards."
