Memories ✅️

What comes next..

Radhika's pov...

My hands trembled as I held the mail, my eyes fixed on the words that seemed to dance on the page. It had been a month since I escaped the mafia's clutches, a month of living in fear, wondering if I would ever find a way out. But now, as I read the words "Congratulations, you have been selected for the position of employ at MNC Company", I felt a glimmer of hope. But as I read on, my excitement was tempered by a creeping sense of dread. What would happen when I joined the office? Would I be able to overcome the trauma I had suffered? Would my colleagues be understanding, or would they judge me?

As I walked to my room, the mail clutched in my hand, I felt a sense of trepidation wash over me. I had thought that getting a job would be the answer to all my prayers, but now I realized that it was only the beginning. I would have to face a new set of challenges, a new set of unknowns.

I thought about the days I spent in the mafia's hideout, the days of darkness and fear. I thought about the way they had treated me, the way they had made me feel like a prisoner. And I wondered, what if it happened again? What if I couldn't handle the stress of a new job, the stress of being around new people?

As I lay in bed that night, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. I knew that I had to be strong, that I had to face my fears head-on. But it was hard, oh so hard. The trauma I had suffered still lingered, still haunted me.

The next few days passed in a blur of anxiety and fear. I couldn't sleep, couldn't eat. I was consumed by thoughts of what lay ahead, thoughts of what I would face when I joined the office. I knew that I had to push through, but it was hard.

Finally, the day arrived. I stood outside the office building, my heart pounding in my chest. I took a deep breath, and stepped inside. The receptionist smiled at me, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Maybe, just maybe, this would be okay.

As I walked to my desk, I felt a sense of trepidation. What would my colleagues be like? Would they be friendly, or would they be cold? But as I met my team, I felt a sense of warmth, a sense of belonging. They smiled at me, welcomed me, and I felt a sense of peace wash over me.

Maybe, just maybe, I would be okay. Maybe, just maybe, I would be able to overcome the trauma I had suffered, and start anew. As I sat at my desk, my heart still racing with anxiety, I knew that I had a long way to go. But I also knew that I was ready, ready to face whatever came next.

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As I sat at my desk, trying to focus on my work, a colleague approached me with a curious expression. "Hey, the CEO wants to see you," they said, their voice low and serious.

My heart skipped a beat as I felt a surge of anxiety. The CEO? What could they want with me? I tried to push aside my fears and stand up, smoothing out my dress as I followed my colleague to the CEO's office.

As we walked, my mind raced with worst-case scenarios. Had I done something wrong? Was I in trouble? I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in my stomach.

Finally, we arrived at the CEO's office, and my colleague gestured for me to enter. I took a deep breath and stepped inside, my eyes scanning the room for any sign of what was to come.

And then, I saw him. The CEO. Sitting behind his desk, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my heart race even faster.

But it wasn't just his gaze that caught my attention. It was his face. A face that I knew all too well.

A face that belonged to someone...

To be continued

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Who is he

What happen now with her

Is she able to handle the situation now..

For the same read next part..