She don't Give a....

Chapter 2

Arjun's Pov

Shanta Didi was busy making lunch, Keshav was in the apartment, and during World Cup season all we could do was stare at the screen without blinking our eyes. I was glad I got Carla out of the apartment on time. Now, I could just relax and watch the match with my best friend. But then the doorbell rang, who the heck is here to spoil my mood now, I thought to myself.

Shanta Didi ran to unlock the door, I turned my head for a second to take a sneak of who it was, I just knew it was a girl, Shanta Didi covered her image. Damn! I forgot I had an interview today, I don't have time for that, My eyes glared at the screen.

"Catch, catch, catch...... Shit..... Thoda peeche khada hona tha na BC", I cursed looking at the television screen. While viewing the scoreboard and giving a side-eye to the interviewer, I asked, "You must be the new interviewer, can we wrap up the interview in 30 mins ?"

"Sir, the contract specifically states that the interview should be two hours, as for your keen interest in the cricket match, I will suggest you watch the repeat telecast."

I looked in her direction, Damn, she was pretty, now I regretted why I didn't look at her before. Her voice was melodious with sternness to it. She had wide brown eyes, which she outlined black, yes, Kajal suits better than eyeliner. Wavy hair wrapped up in a ponytail, her plump light pink lips, suiting her white blazer, wearing a white top inside it. I never had a single woman taking my interview in pants, mostly everyone wore a skirt, and last I could remember Carla wore a mini skirt. I was brought out of my thinking when Keshav shook me.

I shook my head, got up from the couch, and matched her gaze, "What was your name again?"

"Sakshi."

I couldn't help but smile, damn, I can't ask her out, she is here to take my interview, on top of that I could not do anything, my sanity, Keshav was right beside me, I signalled her to my study, "This way."

Sakshi's Pov

The room looked quite authentic. He sunk in the white Barcalounger and placed his feet on the glass table suspended between the sofa and the chair. I placed my purse beside me on the sofa, fetched a pen and notepad from the bag and glared into his eyes, "Be ready Arjun Kukreja, this time you are gonna give a real interview", I said to myself. He flanged and got seated more accordingly placing both of his feet down, I guess he heard me, and I chuckled to myself.

"Mr Arjun Kukreja", I began questioning, "How does it feel to be the son of one of the leading industrialists Mahesh Kukreja, there are many people out there working hard to get what you have today, how does it feel when your life has been served on the silver platter."

"You are coming out quite strongly", his face crunched, I patted my back in my mind, and waited for him to answer.

He answered, "It's true I had been rewarded with all the necessities and luxuries, but so do many star kids in the industry. I, too worked hard to reach here, was it easy? No. Was it impossible? Not at all. Maybe that's the difference you are pointing out."

I scribbled everything down, Hard work my foot, I will bring the truth out of him in no time.

"You say you worked hard for it, but most of your fandom consists of fan girls, who out of the survey are your fans because of your looks, rather than your skill or personality."

"What Looks ?", he asked. Acting all innocent, huh? I huffed to myself.

"They think you are hot", I replied without any hesitation.

"Do you think I am hot ?"

That's it, here's the Arjun Kukreja I know, flirting, having his eyes on every woman, but for his information, I am not any of them. My eyes narrowed and I boldly answered, "I am not your fan girl sir."

I didn't know when, but I was in anger, my teeth gritted, and I held my pen like a knife and stabbed it in my notepad, leaving a big ink blot on my notes. His eyebrows dropped, and his eyes were filled with fear, it seemed like he was about to cry, "You know what I... I am done with this... This interview feels like an interrogatory session like I am a prisoner."

He stood up. Sure it was new to him. I bet he had never completed any of his interviews, till now he might be kissing the damn interviewer, but not with me I am not easy to get.

I looked at him from head to toe, and with my most sarcastic tone, I remarked, "Why? Did you do any crime?"

He walked straight to the door and pulled hard but the door was not opening. Huh? What a weakling, those muscles were just for show. He twisted the knob several times, knocked on the door, and called out his maid and friend's name but no one responded.

I knew this move, acting like getting locked and then sleeping in together, because what a man and woman can do except have sex in a locked room. I was done with him, I asked, "Don't tell me you locked the door ?"

"I didn't do anything", he said.

"Open it", I was losing my temper.

Like a baby being afraid of the monster, he continued slamming the door, screaming with a pleading face as if the  monster is coming to eat him, "Shanta didi, gate kholo..." 

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