𝐑𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝟏𝟖+

Interview

DHRUV POV

Looking outside, I only see beggars, what a life. They just play victim card of being poor- such a burden on earth. All they do is ask for alms, I muttered, lost in thought. "Sir, we have reached," my assistant's voice pulled me back to reality. I nodded and stepped out of car. Just then, a boy with dirty clothes and matted hairs ran running towards me, grabbing onto my arm. Instinctively, I shoved him away.

"What the hell? Stay away from me you piece of shit!" I spat, disgusted. My assistant handed him something and turned to me. "Sir, you have an interview with Miss Mehta." I straightened my suit, trying to shake off irritation. Another person I needed to deal with, another interview, another formality. 

We entered the building, and the cool air of the lobby hit my face. my mind, however, wandered to the boy - the way he clung to me, I wasn't here to solve the world's problems, especially not for people like them. As we approached the room where the interview was to take place, I steeled myself for what was ahead. Interviews were always the same- a trap of questions about personal life.

"Hello Miss Aarohi Mehta, Sir is ready for interview," my assistant said and opened the door. I walked inside, and there she was- Aarohi Mehta, sitting calmly at the end of the room, her brown eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that was both unexpected and unsettling. I glanced around the room, taking the neat setup. She stood up as I approached, offering a quick, professional handshake.

"Mr. Rathore," she said, her voice is stern. "Thank you for taking the time for this interview." I nodded, briefly acknowledging her. "Let's get started. I don't have much time." she motioned toward a chair, and I sat down, waiting as she arranged her notes. "We'll keep this brief," she began. "Ask what you need to," I replied, keeping my tone businesslike. 

She started asking about the usual- my company, my strategy, my upcoming ventures. I answered each question directly, offering only what was necessary. But as she continued, I noticed her gaze never wavered, her questions sharp and to the point. She wasn't here to flatter or waste time. I could respect that. Halfway through, she paused, flipping through her notes, "You've built an empire, Mr. Rathore. What motivates you to keep pushing forward?" 

"Success," I answered simply. "I don't settle for less." She nodded, jotting something down. "And your personal life? How do you balance that with the pressure of running such a large business?'

I glanced at my assistant before replying. "I don't mix business with personal. One always comes first." She raised an eyebrow but didn't push further. "That's all for today, Mr. Rathore. Thank you for your time." I stood up, offering a quick nod. "You're welcome." She extended her hand, and I shook briefly. "I'll have the article ready soon. I hope it meets your expectations. 

"I'm sure it will," I said, my tone neutral. "Good luck." Without another word, I turned toward the door, my assistant already opened it for me. As I stepped out of the room, I glanced back, seeing Aarohi gathering her things. Another interview done; another task completed. Nothing more.

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