Tara is thrown off guard when she discovers that Mihir, the renowned and notoriously cold boss she's been assigned to, is her new supervisor. Their initial interactions are tense and formal, fueled by Tara's frustration at his distant behavior and M...
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The first tendrils of sunlight, bold and bright, sliced through the gap in my curtains, landing directly on my face. I groaned, swatting at the intrusive rays. It was 7:30AM, and my body, still clinging to the remnants of sleep, was not ready for this.
'Ugh, not today,' I mumbled, rolling over to face the wall. But the sun, persistent and determined, refused to be ignored. It was a new day, a fresh start, and it was determined to drag me into it.
I sat up, stretching and yawning. My apartment, small but cozy, was bathed in a warm, golden glow. The silence was broken only by the gentle hum of the refrigerator, a comforting background noise to my morning routine.
It is my first day of work as an intern in Malhotra industries, I'm excited and nervous at the same time.
I get ready and I'm wearing a simple light green coloured kurti paired with jeans, jutti and atlast but not the least jhumkas ! I leave my hair open.
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Within no time I leave my apartment . I settle into my car , gazing out of the window at the passing scenery. I belong to Hyderabad but I started living in Mumbai after completing my 12th. I love Mumbai! Here I feel like Aisha from"wake up Sid". I smile at my musings. That is when I realize my phone is ringing, I take out my phone from my bag. I see my best friend, srishti's number. I pick the call, before I say something she starts by " Hii I'm sorry yaar bhul gayi thi tera aj office ka first day hai " she says in bittersweet tone (Hi sorry I forgot that I was your first day of office). "It's okay bro chill kar.!" I speak reassuring her. (It's ok bro,chill -...) " behen take a deep breath first, and don't be nervous everything will go smoothly ,check your phone" she speaks making me do as per she say. "Why have you sent me money!?" I question her "Dahi shakkar nhi khila paayi na isiliye paise bheje hai chocolate khareed lena" she orders me.
(( I couldn't get you dahi shakkar so I've sent you money to buy yourself a chocolate atleast))
(Authors note- Indian people find dahi shakkar (curd with sugar ) as a good luck for their work, so they consume dahi shakkar before something considered auspicious to them)
I wipe away my happy tears .I surely won lottery to have a best friend like her . She is such a cutieee. She always helps me without asking anything in return. We have always been there for each other at our lowest times.
"Thanksss a lotttttt!!! Acha sunn I'll talk to you later I reached my office." I say as I reach my office. "Good luck, don't skip your meals, and buy yourself chocolates too!!" She orders me "Okayy meri maa ab bye!" I cut the call and get down of my car .
The imposing façade of Malhotra Company loomed before me, a shimmering behemoth of glass and steel. Its name, etched in bold gold letters, seemed to radiate an aura of power and wealth. I stood at the foot of this corporate titan, my heart pounding a nervous rhythm against my ribs.
The lobby was a spectacle of luxury . Marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and a subtle hint of freshly brewed coffee. I felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over me, my simple cotton dress suddenly feeling inadequate amidst the designer suits and polished smiles . I approached the reception desk, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Excuse me, where can I find the Human Resources department?"I asked the receptionist, a friendly-looking woman with a warm smile.
"Take the elevator to the fifth floor and turn right," she replied. "It's the first door on your left."
With newfound determination, I boarded the elevator and ascended to the fifth floor. As the doors slid open, I stepped out and made my way towards the Human Resources department. However, as I turned the corner, I collided with a tall, imposing figure.
"Watch where you're going!"the figure snapped, his voice cold and unforgiving.
I stumbled backward, my face flushed with embarrassment. Looking up, I saw a handsome man with dark brown eyes and a clenched jaw. He was dressed in a sharp suit and exuded an aura of authority.
I straightened my jutti, my eyes meeting his dark brown eyes . "Even You have eyes, you should be watching where *you're* going," I retorted, my voice calm but firm.
He paused, his gaze sweeping over me from head to toe, a smirk playing on his lips for a second . "Well, I guess it's hard to see when you're busy tripping over your own feet,"he drawled, his words dripping with sarcasm.
I bristled, but I knew arguing with him would be pointless. He looked like the kind of man who thrived on provoking, on seeing others flustered. So, I simply shrugged, a silent dismissal.
He scoffed, then turned away, his cold demeanor radiating around him like a chill wind. I watched him go, a feeling of quiet anger simmering within me.
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