Chapter - 1

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Akshara:

Ugh, life's tough. It's hard studying and having the idea of working for someone who has all their plates full. I don't really have that much of a choice, I need this so I can finish my studies.

I've been working as a personal assistant of Mr Harshad Chopda under the Click Agency. I've started like a month ago and with the days that passed by, nothing much happened other than fulfilling my duties as a PA, nothing else. His schedule is always full and my job is to keep it organized as well as be with him most of the time. My studies are all settled in the evening and I have a great time management so I can manage both.

I haven't had a formal conversation with my boss yet he's like, how do I say this uhh, he's anti- human that whenever he's exposed to heavy personal conversations, his body language starts to display a matter of disinterest what I've observed.

He rarely talks and whenever he does, it always amazes us. I mean yes, he talks when it comes to work of course, when he talks to producers or directors but nothing beats his casual voice. It's once in a blue moon.

I always wonder how he comes up with that, I don't think he's shy at all because if he is, he wouldn't be in this industry. Maybe he's not a fan of talking or he's just keeping everything professional and is definitely setting up boundaries of a boss and employee. Tch, it's rude if that's the way it is.

"Miss Rathod",

"Hey" a voice from the front called. It was Mr. Harshad sitting in the makeup vanity chair and getting his hair done. His eyes look tired as he looks at me through the mirror in front of him. "Yes sir?" I walked closer to him so I can hear what exactly he would say.

"Schedule?" he uttered, now looking at his own reflection. His voice sounds so soft that it can melt my ears when he talks, good for me he's not that much of a talker. "After this photo shoot, you have an advertisement to make with Ms. sawant at 10 am. and an interview with Mr. Devendra at 3 p.m. at 7 p.m. you have an event to attend ---

"Thanks" he exclaimed with a straight face, not letting me finish with my words. I left from there excusing myself.

It doesn't sit right with me sometimes although I don't know anything about his personal life or what he's been in and what he experienced, I think he should adjust the way he talks with his employees. His name is starting to be known already and it would be bad if people will misunderstand him for not talking much and worse maybe get hated with it. Hope he copes up with that.

"I'm trying" he suddenly exclaimed out of context. His eyes are again glued to the mirror and are staring right at me.

"Pardon?"

- I'm trying to have a nap" he answered and avoided eye contact in a snap. This is also what I was about to point out. He will  blurt things out of nowhere which sometimes catches us off guard. If he's not talking, he's saying things at random I think that's just the way he is? idk I haven't even heard some information regarding his family or what or maybe I haven't read about those.

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"Stay healthy, stay fresh"

"Cut!"

The advertisement took about an hour and a half to take in another setting, Harshad Sir and Ms. sawant are the models to act in the commercial, the company that Ms. Sawant owns. She's been acting around Mr. Harshad ever since I started working.

"No, I'm busy" Harshad sir grabbed his bag from the side and went into thanking the staff while replying to Ms. Sawant's dinner request. I also wonder how he doesn't give in to a girl who always wanted to hang out with him. Who knows, maybe he's not just into her.

"Let's go" he gave a side eye glance at me before walking past ahead leaving Ms. Sawant behind, looking disappointed as always. "Uh, have a great day" I exclaimed at her with an awkward smile. She nodded and went back to the area where the other staff gathered. That is another thing that I also do for him. Rejecting his dates.

"Hey Akshu" a voice called my name from a distance before I got to reach our van in the building's garage. It's Arjun, a photographer in the agency I am in. He's been a great guy whom I talked to with this madness they always describe about the stories outside the earth. He's some sort of a fan of the genre so we basically clicked the first time I had a step in the job.

"How's the great guy out there huh? Weren't you supposed to be at our building?" I teased.

"I just had a talk with the producer and uhh you have schedules at a time like this?"

"Yeah, what about it?" We always have our own schedules and I know that he already knows that it's not something unusual. "Nothing, I just wanted to discuss some interesting stuffs"

Oh, our usual bonding is to debate about celestial beings and the universe. On how vast it is and how possible it is that there are probably other realms or better, an alternative universe.

"Sorry Arjun, we have a lot of things to do ---

"Akshara let's go Mr Harshad peeped from the van to call my name. This is embarrassing, he might think that I'm just here to gossip. "Sorry Sir, coming"

"You heard the boss right?" Arjun nodded and gave a thumbs up sign before I hurried to go inside the van. There are still a lot of next time so we should just talk when it comes.

"You can call me Harshad" he again blurted out suddenly, making me turn my head towards his direction. What? Isn't that informal if I'd call him just by his name? Most of them would like to be called with formalities like Mr or Sir but their name? There's no way.

"Harshad" he repeated with his straight face as always. He has this aura that will make you agree with him or follow him in an instant just by saying something. I'm not exaggerating he's like that type and right now I feel like I need to call him by his name even if it's against my own belief.

"Okay, H-harshad"

So, how the first chapter?? Boring right? know...... I know...... But I promise just in 2-3 chapters you'll find this story interesting. So please just stay with me!!

Bye bye Darlings......🩷

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