Tug, turn, thud.. a lovestory

Accused

There is a scurry of feet in the office today. Everyone seems to have their guard up and their antennae active. Good, I like this vibe.

Ah, I couldn't stay asleep today with all the excitement. I'm in the office at 7am. Today is the day Khushi Kumari Gupta will realize this is my empire and she is a nobody. 3 mahine toh kya 3 ghante bhi nhi tik payegi! [3 months is out of question, you won't even survive for 3 hrs.]

The ones entering after me, seem to hide their faces and go back to their seats hurriedly.

Sharp at 9, I see her sashaying into the office, her decorated-pleated braid swaying softly on her breast. She is in her trademark body hugging churidar, in an orangish-yellow color, bright as sun. 

She is popping something in her mouth, is that..chane? WHAT IN THE FU..she is weirdness personified.

As soon as her eyes fell on me, she gave me a challenging look. Not like the others who were too quick to succumb to the pressure of finding me here before them, flushed with self-guilt. No, she is standing there confident, knowing that she had done no wrong. Admirable quality I must admit.

But the day has just begun, we will all see her kabiliyat and qualities in no time.

She went on to greet everyone enthusiastically in a series of namaste.. and at last pray to the small idol of Lady God in the corner that Nani and Di had insisted me to put. No-one had noticed its existence before. As they shouldn't, because there is no God in the world. 

She believes too much into her God right, I'll see if they will help her from me.

All her antics are making me irritated already.

"Miss Gupta", I shout at the top of my lungs to get her attention. She was visibly shook.

I wave my finger to call her up. She did a quick gesture of hand in prayer and climbed up the stairs to my office.

My first assignment for her was to take measurements of Male models. As expected she was flushed. I knew it will be too much for her judging from her small-town background. To add to the flare, I go around my desk and lean on her chair to ask "Is something wrong? This is an everyday task in AR. If you think you cannot do it, you can quit". 

I just wanted to intimidate her, but finding my face too close to her, looking into those bright hazel eyes..my expressions seemed to betray me. I find myself staying like that longer.. waiting for her reply.

She couldn't seem to find her voice and just nodded meekly. Getting my response, I lazily got up. She scurried away from there.

1 hour had passed by. I declare to myself Nahi kar payegi.

In that instant I hear the now familiar faint jingle of anklets bursting through the door.

"Ho gya Sir !

Rahul Saxena.. chhati chaalees, kamar tees, doley unnees..." [Chest 40, waist  30, biceps 19]

Vishwas Kashyap.. 50, 33, 15.

Manoj Bansal.. 48, 32, 14.5.

Akshay Mittal.. 51, 33, 17.

....."

How did she even..? Unwanted images bombard my mind and I lost my senses. All I could imagine was her getting too close to those piece of sh*ts and wrapping her arms around them in different angles. My eyes were burning with fury.

"Enough".. I shout at her to stop her tirade and got up. Disgust fills my gut with every step I take towards her until she is confined between me and the table. I knew it, girls like her could go to any level to get what they want. The more I keep looking into her innocent eyes, the more my distrust in her gets cemented.

"Tum jaisi ladkiyon se aur ummeed bhi kya ki ja sakti hai.[What can one expect from girls like you]" She widens her eyes in disbelief, like what has she done to get this new accusation. She is about to open her mouth, obviously, to spout a lie in her defense, I roar.. "OUT!!". I don't want to see her face.

She jumps back at my loud voice and a lone tear threatens to fall from her eyes. She collects herself and runs away from my office.

I fall into my chair exhausted. Isn't that what I expected of her? Then why am I feeling so disappointed and riled up. 

That tear forming in her eyes... no, it can't affect me. Arnav Singh Raizada itna kamzor nhi hai. I got up suddenly needing to get some air.

On my way out, I glanced at her desk. Few people were coming to congratulate her on getting the task done...but her face was all withered, it had no sign of celebration.

From the other end I saw one of the models approaching her with something gift-wrapped in his hand! WHAT THE..

Her cunning innocent face had already won a lover in such a short span. I fume in anger. I walk towards him to give him a piece of my mind. 

"Ye sab kya chal rha hai yahan pe. Yahan tum kaam karne aate ho ya romance karne [What's going on. Do you come to office to work or date]". I took his gift and threw it with a bang.

Everybody looked at me shocked. He had the nerve to open his mouth, "ASR you are mistaken.. Khushiji is like a sister to me. She tied a Rakhi to me and asked for my help. Since I have considered her my sister, she deserves to get a small gift for the gesture. It's not what you think."

I'm stupefied. Rakhi?? WHAT THE.. 

I look at the red tie in his hand and immediately understood her ways to get the job done. I size her narrowly. So she is a small town girl after all with her small-town mentality..However, her ways were innocent this time. Did I really get mistaken?

No, she is not in the out yet. This act was innocent but it doesn't mean she is innocent. Be as it may, she still took advantage of this poor chap's emotions to get the job done.

So clever, huh Miss Gupta. I'll give you this round.

I turn on my heels and leave for my lunch meeting with an important client. I'll have plenty of time to play around with her after.

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Author's note: I did my thing, you do yours.. Bye 👋