"TU_MANE_YA_NA_MANE"

23."BOSS LADY "

"Everything has been taken care of, right?" asked a poised woman of 24, clad in a crisp white shirt and black pants, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead.

"Yes, yes, everything's ready. The presentation is set, files are updated, just don't worry, my bacha," replied a man with a striking physique, reassuringly patting the woman's head.

"How can you say not to worry? If anything goes wrong, she'll have my head. This meeting is extremely important," she fretted.

"Hey, hey, calm down, my love. Take a long deep breath," he instructed, and she complied, drawing in a deep breath, seeking solace in the midst of chaos.

The office was a whirlwind of activity, everyone scurrying about, determined to ensure the day's meeting was a success.

"She's here," announced one of the employees, and in moments, a hush fell over the space. It was as if the office had been abandoned, the silence so profound you could hear a pin drop. The only sound that pierced the quiet was the rhythmic clicking of high heels-tip, tap, tip, tap.

"Good morning, boss lady," greeted a man in his late thirties, handing her a phone call. As she brought the phone to her ear, a wave of anger contorted her face, and in a swift motion, she hurled the device to the ground, shattering it into pieces. Witnessing the boss lady's explosive gesture, everyone's breath hitched. Fear gripped them, throats went dry, and a cold sweat broke out on the napes of their necks, as they stood petrified, anticipating the storm that was about to ensue.

The employees' reaction to their boss lady's display of anger was a mix of fear and apprehension. They stood frozen, a collective anxiety washing over them as they witnessed the intensity of her fury. The office, usually buzzing with the sound of keyboards and casual chatter, was now eerily silent, the atmosphere thick with tension.

Their eyes darted nervously, not daring to meet hers, as if even a glance could provoke her wrath. Whispers were stifled; no one dared to speak. The air was heavy, each breath taken with caution, as if the very act could shatter the fragile calm that is now hung by a thread.

The employees knew all too well the importance of this meeting and the high stakes involved. The boss lady's reputation for perfection and high standards meant that any mistake could have serious repercussions. Her anger was not just a sign of personal displeasure but a prelude to the demanding accountability that would follow.

In the aftermath of the phone's destruction, they exchanged worried glances, a silent communication acknowledging the storm that was about to come. It was a moment of truth for the team, a test of their ability to navigate the tempest of their leader's expectations. The fear of failure loomed large, and the pressure to perform was now at its peak.

The boss lady approached the duo with a storm in her stride and commanded, "Call Aditya right now, we need him," before swiftly retreating to her cabin like a tempest receding as quickly as it had arrived.

The lady, Kirti, dialed Aditya's number, and on the third ring, he answered.

"Hello," Aditya greeted, "Who is this?"

"What a jerk you are, you still haven't saved my number," Kirti chided, and Aditya let out a chuckle.

"Oh, it's you, Kirti . But why does your voice sound so scared? What happened?" Aditya inquired.

" Boss lady happened, I mean, she's calling for you. Drop whatever you're doing and come here at once," Kirti urged.

"You say, and I'm on my way," Aditya declared as he entered the office gates. He was about to embrace Kirti when the man with the hot and sizzling presence stepped between them, prompting Aditya to grin and protest, "Come on, shaurya Bhai, let me hug Kirti."