Short Stories collection

Price of Pride (1)

The modern, high-rise corporate office filled with sleek, minimalist furniture and glass walls that showcase the city skyline. The atmosphere is one of power and professionalism, with employees hustling about, engaged in lively discussions, their voices echoing in the expansive space.

Virat Khurrana, the CEO, sits at his imposing desk, a stark contrast to the bustling office around him. In his late thirties, he's a man of authority with sharp features and an air of confidence that demands respect. He reviews reports on his laptop, his brows furrowed in concentration as he navigates the complexities of running a successful company. He's dedicated to his work, driven by ambition, and accustomed to getting what he wants.

Suddenly, he notices a notification on his screen: "Aisha Malvia has resigned."A sense of annoyance washes over him as he realizes she's left without a word. He had intended to discuss her latest project with her and expected more from her, especially after everything they had been through.

Virat (muttering to himself) "Great. Just what I needed—a promising employee deciding to bail. Typical."

Frustrated, he leans back in his chair, his mind racing. He picks up his phone and dials her number, but it goes straight to voicemail. As he hangs up, the memories of their first meeting flood back into his mind.

Six months ago.....their First Meeting

Virat's cabin, a luxurious office adorned with artwork and modern decor, reflecting his taste and status. It's early in the morning, and the sunlight streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow in the room. Aisha enters, looking composed despite the intimidating atmosphere.

Aisha is in her early twenties, dressed professionally, radiating confidence and ambition. She carries a portfolio of her work, ready to present her ideas for the new project. As she approaches the desk, Virat leans back, regarding her with an assessing gaze.

Virat (dismissively, leaning back in his chair)

"So, you're Aisha Malvia? I hope you have something worthwhile to say because I don't have all day to entertain newcomers."

Aisha feels the weight of his condescension but refuses to back down. She straightens her posture, her eyes unwavering.

Aisha (coolly)

"I'm here to present my ideas for the project. I expect to be treated as your employee, not your subordinate. I have valuable insights that could benefit this company."

Virat raises an eyebrow, intrigued but unimpressed. Most people would have cowered under his sharp tone, but Aisha's defiance only fuels his irritation.

Virat (with a hint of mockery)—-

"Valuable insights? In a sea of mediocre suggestions, I suppose we'll see. Just remember, your role here is to execute my vision, not to challenge it."

Aisha's expression hardens, her frustration bubbling to the surface. She takes a step closer, unafraid of his intimidation.

Aisha (firmly)

"I understand my role, but I won't tolerate being spoken to like I'm a slave. If you want my best work, you need to treat me with respect."

The tension crackles in the air as Virat's smirk fades, replaced by a flicker of respect mixed with irritation. He's not used to being challenged, especially not in his own office. Aisha's words cut through his arrogance, and for a moment, he finds himself momentarily speechless.