My Mr. Artist

Chapter 5

Kiyah

This place was beautiful, well-furnished, with an attached balcony and an abundant amount of light, which was just perfect for me. It was a one-bedroom flat, just enough space for me. I spent the whole day unpacking my things, making a round to the supermarket and some nearby places, calling my family and friends to fill them in with details, and finally took a good amount of sleep in anticipation of the new day.

The next morning, I had my breakfast and got ready for my meeting. I wore a white shirt tucked into black wide-leg pants, with my hair in a half-bun and minimal makeup—well, my minimal makeup consisted of lip balm to keep my lips moisturized and a little blush. I loved blush. After I was done, I checked myself in the mirror and could feel a professional vibe coming from me. I was nervous and excited at the same time, both, to be part of a new environment. Okay, enough. I should go now.

I locked the door and made my way to the elevator. There was a car parked down the street from the main gate. I walked toward it, opened the door, and sat in the back seat.

It was a quiet, peaceful ride as I memorized the paths and building structures.

The car stopped at the entrance of a big complex. It was quite a large building, I must say. I got out after thanking the driver uncle. My office was on the 4th floor of the building. As I made my way to the elevator, someone tapped my shoulder. I turned to see Sidharth. He was also part of this project and had come to City R.

"Hey there," he smiled at me. He was a charming guy who took his work seriously. He must have been in his thirties. Before this, I had never gotten the chance to work with him, as he usually took big, out-of-city projects and was always in a different place. So it was probably common for him to change locations.

"Hello," I replied with a small smile.

"Wow, those are some deep dimples there," he commented. It wasn't new to me—the first thing people noticed about me was my dimples. I gave a little chuckle, unsure how to respond.

"So, have you settled down?" he asked again.

"Yes, the neighborhood is really good, and I like my apartment," I replied as we continued toward the elevator. "What about you?" I returned the question.

"This is the place where I grew up, so it's nice to return to my roots," he responded while pressing the lift button. "I had actually applied for the transfer before the project offer."

"That's great then," I said, turning to look at him. He smiled in response.

The door opened with a ting, he walked out, and I followed.

"We have a meeting with Mr. Yash Gupta. The names are Sidharth Sethi and Kiyah Sharma," he informed the receptionist, showing his ID card.

"Yes, follow me. Sir is waiting for you both in the cabin," she said before walking away, and we followed her.

"This is the room." We were now on the 6th floor, standing in front of the office. She knocked on the door and entered. After thirty seconds, she came back, saying we could go in before walking away.

We entered the room to see a tall man behind the desk, looking at his computer screen. He was quite good-looking, maybe the same age as Aditya sir. Seeing us, he smiled and came toward us.

"How are you, Sid? Long time no see," Mr. Yash said, patting Sidharth on the shoulder.

"Absolutely fine," Sidharth replied.

Mr. Yash then turned to me. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Kiyah," he said, extending his hand.

"The pleasure is all mine, sir," I replied, shaking his hand with a small smile. He looked at my dimples for a moment but didn't comment.