Ishita, whose third call went unanswered by Gautam, wanted to slam her phone, down on the floor, but she didn't. she pulled herself together, took a deep breath and calmed down. she immediately dialed for the next number that popped up after searching for 'singhania' in her contacts, and dialed for that.
"hello." received the call, in a matter of three rings, a young man, sounding not day above 23, responded.
"oh, hi aryan, tum office mein hi ho abhi?" confirmed ishita, she knew it was going to be a 'yes', but who doesn't like the ego boost of being right once in a while.
"haanji, mam, kya hua? sir se baat karni thi?" replied aryan, as ishita, glad that she knew it, continued with the conversation.
"nahi, nahi..unka phone nahi lag raha hai...toh.." attempted ishita to sound clueless about the situation.
"haan, mam, woh actually sir ko noida project ki construction site pe pahuanchna pada, apparently koi leader ban gaya hai unka, joh unhe badhkakar protest karwana chahta hai...basically, sir usse fire karne waale hain sabke saamne, naya contractor bhi dhoond liya hai, lag raha hai sir ne manage karliya, even though bahaut bada bawaal mach gaya tha..." explained aryan, as ishita got the information she needed.
"great...news waalon ko toh koi bhanak nahi lagi na, kyunki investors..." fetched ishita for more information.
"arre kahan mam, pata chal bhi gayi, kaunsa aisa private news channel hain, jiske board member nahi hain sir! kaun unke hi khilaaf report karta!" exclaimed aryan, as ishita had a wicked smile of assurance on her face.
"thik hai, acha suno, tum bhi zara office chakkar maarlo mere, kitna time ho gaya....abhi tumhari shaadi pakki hui thi, mithai-vithai khilao, phir tumhe gift bhi dena hai..." ishita buttered him up, as he was already blushing.
"arre mam, uski kya zaroorat thi..." obliged aryan.
"kya matltab? bilkul hai...arre ab jab tumhare sir itna busy rehte hain, kitne saare kaam toh tum hi dekh lete ho, bas koi normal PA thodi ho tum.." interjected ishita, as aryan sniggered.
"chalo, abhi zara thoda kaam hai, par jab time milein, divya ke paas se apna gift le jaana...ok?" hung up ishita on the call, already letting out a sigh of frustration from the exhaustion it came from the exaggerated politeness she was pretending to have.
The bell rang, as ishita walked over to the beautiful, sliding glass windows. the vicious media mob already after the acp and dcp, she knew it was time now.
***
Nihaal, who was having a plate full of eggs, literally spreading his legs in front of pasi and paswan, as he watched tv along with eating them in the living room, who just awkwardly sipped their tea.
"waise self-respect ko raha hi nahi haina aap logon ke paas..." quipped nihaal, glancing over their cups of tea. pasi and paswan, know they couldn't do much but avoid him, as paswan tried to flip the topic.
"waise yeh itne ande honge?" questioned paswan, as pasi just glared at him.
"athlete ho, weight maintain karna hota hai...body banani padti hai, toh jitna exercise karte hain usse double khaana padta hai..." informed nihaal, as paswan nodded.
"hadd hi hai, 16-17 saal ke ladkon ko bhi body banani padh rahi hai..." grumbled paswan, when ishita walked into the living room.
"ab kya kare constable sahab, kamse kam ladkon ko thodi der toh ruk lete hain, woh uncle waali tond aane se pehle..." mocked nihaal, not moving his glance from the tv, as he even grabbed a box of dry fruits in front of him, to eat from.
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