"Is it my destiny to meet him?"
- Akshara Rajasekhar
"Not even destiny can separate US"
-Adhithya dev varma
Grumpy × Sunshine
Secret identity
Obsessed ML
Bold FL
South Indian girl
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Adhithya's POV
“Is the interview over?” I asked Alex, my PA.
“Yes, sir. Here are the details of the selected candidates,” he said, placing the file on the table in front of me.
“Alex, is the call letter ready for the name I mentioned?” I asked.
“Yes, sir, but why did you order the offer letter to be prepared before the interview was even over?” he asked, curiosity evident in his tone. “What’s so special about this candidate?”
“Well, Alex, check the name I mentioned in the selected candidate list,” I ordered him.
He quickly scanned the list, his brow furrowing. “Sir, how did you know she ould be selected?” he asked, confusion written all over his face.
I smiled knowingly. “I know about her capacity. That’s why I asked to have the offer letter ready. I know what she can do.”
Alex nodded slowly, beginning to understand. “So, you really believe in her potential.”
“More than just believe, Alex. ” I said, my confidence unwavering.
“Got it, sir. I’ll make sure everything is ready for her when she arrives,” Alex conflirmed, already preparing to get everything in order.
As I leaned back, still caught up in my thoughts about her, the door to my office swung open without so much as a knock. Only a handful of people had the nerve to walk in like that, and sure enough, I wasn’t wrong.
Vikram strolled in first, a smirk plastered on his face, followed closely by Reyansh and Abhimaan. These three—always uninvied, always unapologetic.
"Yo, you got some serious security issues here," Vikram joked, plopping down into the chair opposite me, making himself comfortable like he owned the place. Reyansh stood by the window, glancing outside, while Abhimaan remained by the door, arms crossed and eyes scanning the room like he was trying to read my mind.
“What do you want?” I asked, feigning annoyance. “I don’t remember inviting any of you.”
"Yeah, yeah. Like we need an invite," Reyansh said, turning to face me, a grin spreading across his face. “Heard someone special walked into your office for an interview today.”
"Special, huh?" Abhimaan raised an eyebrow, his voice low but intrigued. He always got straight to the point.
I leaned back, crossing my arms, smirking. "Maybe."
Vikram snorted. “Man, look at him acting all cool. Just spill it already. Who’s this girl you’re all worked up about?”
I shot him a look, but my smirk didn’t waver. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
Reyansh chuckled. “Oh, come on. You had the offer letter ready before the interview? That’s some next-level obsession, my guy.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the grin spreading across my face. “It’s not obsession. I just know her worth.”
