You Are My Destiny {Re-writing}

Chapter 6: 😣Enemies Everywhere😣

"Hi, I am Roshan. I am new here." A guy in his early twenties offered his hand which I didn't want to shake.

Today was not my day. I was seething, and there was no way I could deal with the newcomers.

Ignoring his hand, I assessed the guy. He would look good once he changed his dressing style. He had a loose formal shirt and gray pants. His hair was not trimmed, and he did one right thing - he shaved. He was not one would call as handsome, but he could be regarded as an average looking guy. I would have appreciated if he had a dimple.

No, I have to stop thinking about Vihar and his stupid dimple.

Clearly, he was not my type. Then again, it had been so long after Vihar I wasn't sure if I even had a type. I snorted lightly. So long after Vihar? Why was I even considering him? We never dated. Okay, I always wanted to date him, but it was never an option - at least for him. So, I would create a type now -- dimple-less cheeks and unsexy smirks. Now that I removed Vihar from the list of potential boyfriends, I felt better. I grinned with triumph, but my face fell realizing that a person was waiting for my response. Clearing my throat, I looked at him.

"I am Payal Mehta. Welcome," I said, forcing a smile. I tried to make sure that it was a smile. Judging by the look on his face, it was a failure. My bad.

An awkward silence hung in the air while we stayed avoiding eye contact. I had to stop directing my anger toward the innocent but couldn't help it.

Where was my manager when I needed a way out? He always appeared out of nowhere when I simply looked away from the test tubes.

A ping got me glancing in the direction of my phone. I sighed in relief. Grabbing it immediately, I excused myself and turned around.

All the girls including my sister messaged me apparently concerned. I recalled the conversation where she just asked if I was ready. My sister knew, and she didn't say a word. Add to that, all the girls lied to my face, but were now wishing me good luck with Vihar. They better had good explanations.

So much for being friends.

Riya informed that Vihar was going to be the new boss. I was momentarily paralyzed but managed to drag my feet to my desk. I was angry at my sister, and she'd bear the consequences. There was no way I was going to forgive her for this. Stealing my Ice cream was one thing, but this was serious. She better had a good reason, or I would never forgive her. Ever. She had two days to tell me that Vihar was going to my boss. She deliberately missed the details.

When I kept my phone back in my handbag, my manager appeared. He ordered me to start the work immediately. I grumbled lowly to myself and walked to the laboratory.

I opened the door to the lab and released the door with such force that made the cultures shook. Someone made a hissing sound, and I whirled around to notice what happened.

Roshan was rubbing his forehead with one hand, and the other hand was busy holding the door. I walked as fast as could and grabbed the door. He released it and walked ahead - still rubbing his forehead. Poor guy.

"I am sorry. I didn't see you," I apologized, and I meant it.

He looked surprised that I apologized. "It's okay."

His expression said everything. He was not okay, and he clearly was expecting me to say something. Glad, he didn't ask me. My mood was not good. I would have gladly shoved a viral culture into his mouth. Good for him.

Wait? He thought that I didn't know how to say sorry. Seriously, what was wrong with guys? When did they become judgemental after a single meeting? Was it because I didn't shake his hand? I better stay away from them -- especially Vihar.