Rajveer really likes to keep his life in order and doesn't like anything that messes it up. But when his mom insists he spend the summer with a woman she introduces him to, Rajveer has no choice. Even though he didn't want to, he ends up caught in a...
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"Rajveer, come home early today. Mom has especially instructed me to make sure you get home before 7 pm," I heard my sister-in-law say on my phone.
"Okay, bhabhi. I was already packing to get home. I'll be there before 7 pm. You do not take stress," I assured her while efficiently sorting through the files. Swiftly completing my work, I printed the papers essential for tomorrow's meeting.
As the printing machine churned out the documents, I quickly removed the paper, neatly stapled them, and organized everything. Clearing my desk, I arranged the files in a color-coordinated manner, ensuring the electrical appliances were turned off. Grabbing the red file, I locked my office door and headed toward the main corridor.
As I started Walking down towards Raghav Bhai's office, employees greeted me, and I responded with a nod. I'm not the most talkative guy, but a simple nod or a brief smile does the job.
Approaching Raghav Bhai's office, I half-expected to find him buried in paperwork. Instead, it was empty, and I frowned, puzzled. Approaching his assistant, I asked, "Where is Raghav sir?"
"Good evening sir," his assistant greets me respectfully. "Raghav sir is not here; he already left in the afternoon."
Frowning at this unexpected information, I nodded and turned to leave. Just as I was about to exit, Mr. Khanna, my brother's assistant, said, "Take care, sir. I hope you have a good night."
I stop midstep, turning to look at Mr. Khanna. I stare at the assistant, blinking, not quite sure how to respond.
My brain stumbled over social conventions. "You had to say thank you; that's rule number four: saying thank you to people who helped and sorry to those who are hurt," my conscience mocked me. Standing there like a deer caught in headlights, I blinked, unsure of what to say.
I stand there dumbfounded, my hand twitching, and my tongue frozen. I feel a pang of guilt. Quickly, I turn around, walking briskly to exit the office building, hoping to avoid facing anyone else with my less-than-ideal social skills.
The cold night air outside offered a welcome relief, and I made a mental note to work on my people skills. Getting out of the office building, I come face to face with Satyendra baba at the main gate.
"Good evening, Rajveer beta. How was your day?" Satyendra baba asked as he accounted for my exit in the log.
"Good evening baba. It was fine," I replied to him honestly. Satyendra baba had been working for us since we started this company. And he had been a father figure to us since then, hence I donot need to lie or sugar coat things to him.
"Shall I get your car out?" He asked me after completing his work.
"No need. I'll just run down to home today," I told him and started walking out.
