Espresso Love (SanDhir)

Chapter 10 - Dark Roast

Entering the Shekhawat Corporation, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief knowing he was getting all that he deserved. I knew this was what he wanted, and it made me happy to know that he didn't compromise with his dreams.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped towards the receptionist. I had my hopes on having another person interviewing me. I mean it's usually the HR that deals with these hiring procedures right? He probably doesn't even know that I'm a candidate.

"Hello, how may I help you Ma'am?" the receptionist asked politely.

"Hello, I'm Sanyukta Agarwal. I have an interview for an internship here."

"Sure thing, just let me check the database," she excused herself. But then I remembered, "Excuse me!"

"Yes?"

"It's probably under the name of Sanyukta Mittal," I added cautiously.

"Just got married?" she asked with a bright smile I only wish I could reciprocate. But not wanting to get into any details, I agreed.

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"Mrs. Shekhawat... That has a nice ring to it no?" he asked, his arms snaked around my waist and his lips near my ear. I smiled and leaned back further into him.

"What if I want to keep Agarwal though?" I said just to tease him.

"Well it could be Mrs. Sanyukta Agarwal Shekhawat, but it's way too long don't you think?"

I could feel him smirking behind me. I entwined my fingers with his, kissing the back of his hand in the process.

"You have no idea how excited I am for this Randhir! It's our final year finally!" I turned to him, excited about what the future was holding for us.

He smiled widely, a twinkle in his eyes that said much more than any words ever could. "This is our year," he whispered, kissing my forehead.

"Get a room guys!" Parth yelled. I tried straightening out of the hold but he held me back. "Why don't you give us yours Parth?" Randhir smirked.

I hid my face in my palms, not ever ready for this sort of a conversation. Elbowing him quickly, I escaped his hold. "See you in class," I muttered before leaving for the library.

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I smiled at the memory as I observed the nameplate. Shekhawat...

Soon enough, I was asked to go on the 12th floor by the receptionist for the interview. Upon reaching there, I first took several deep breaths to calm myself. Stepping out, I looked for a waiting room, but was greeted by yet another receptionist.

"Hello Mrs. Mittal, Mr. Shekhawat will be with you in a moment. Just take a seat in the room to your left. You will be requested to enter the interviewing room momentarily," she spoke fluidly, yet everything after his name seemed to be incoherent. I felt my throat drying up, knowing he was right here. Knowing he will be interviewing me. Knowing we were going to meet again.

I drank some water as I took a seat, the anxiety attacking each and every nerve of mine. The wait was killing me. A part of me just wanted to escape, but another part (and a much larger one too) needed to stay back; needed to see him and to hear him for maybe what will be one last time. But before I could gather my thoughts, I was asked to go to the interviewing room.

As I headed towards the room, the one thought that occupied my mind was of facing him. How am I going to face him? What will I say? Did he knowingly choose to interview me or is he in for a rude awakening?

The glass door stood tall in front of my eyes. I peeked in, wanting to get a glimpse of him before he had one of me. I saw the silhouette of two people in the centre of the room, files scattered across the length of the table. I thought it was only going to be him.

I steadied myself with a deep breath, and opened the door.

"Good morning gentlemen. I'm here for my interview," I said, trying to muster as much confidence as I could in my voice. I looked at the man who had his back towards me; it looks like... him.

And as if he heard my thoughts, he turned around. My breath hitched upon the sight; it was him.