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"How do I say I miss you in a way that will make your heart ache as mine does?"
~Mahmoud Darwish.
"Good morning."
Arhan sighed before casting his eyes at the source of the overtly chirpy greeting. Prem's head peeked in from the agar door. A bright smile adorned his weary face.
But Arhan knew better than to trust the fake brio nonetheless he decided to keep up with Prem's charade. "Good morning." As unconsciously his gaze fleeted towards the task bar of his desktop screen he tsked, "You're late."
Prem pushed the door slightly with his shoulder to reveal the cause of his tardiness. "Sorry boss." He jiggled the Venti cup in his hand and whined, "Starbucks ke samne line bhut lambi thi."
"Hamare canteen ka coffee usse bhehtar hota hai."
Arhan pointed out, his incredulity unmasked. If he was being plainly honest, he could never understand the craze of Starbucks fans. In his opinion this particular chain of coffeehouse was outlandishly overrated like many other famous food chains of the western world.
Prem shrugged his shoulders, giving no two flying fucks for the 'canteen ka coffee'. "Kya karun ameeron wale shauk kai mere."
Arhan scoffed. "Tu ameer bhi hai saale."
And it was cent per cent true. The Mehra's had a successful textile business in the heart of Surat city and their glory didn't stop just at that. The network of apparel industry spreading throughout the country made them a renowned name in the textile world. The generational wealth was sufficient to last at least three generations. And so the youngsters (including Prem) had to not worry about getting their life settled since the doors of the family business were always open for them with wide arms.
"Bye, see you at lunch." Prem made a beeline to his office but then quickly retraced his steps. Thankfully the door hadn't closed. "You are singing the final contract today or tomorrow?" He asked unsurely.
"Today."
To the subdued answer, Prem nodded. According to the prior schedule he was to attend the meeting as the acting CEO but then he'd last minute plans with a lawyer so Arhan was filling up for him.
Arhan cast a glimpse at the door and divulged, "By the end of the day I'll mail you the contract."
"Thanks Mr. Chairman. I owe you one!"
"Mention not partner."
As the door finally shut with a click Arhan resumed his typing. Before the meeting he'd a draft to complete, so his fingers were working at breakneck speed. His team was good, no doubts there and he believed in their abilities too but he was aware they couldn't tackle the problems of market revenue. So he was grooming for plan B just in case if the plan A failed.
