chapter 1

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2016~ present time.
hi! I'm karthik I can say that I'm the hero of this story after all its my love story. uh..... it's 6 she will be home late anyways... so I'll tell you how I met her.........Keerthi uh I mean keerthana ...My boss.
(2 years back)
I was new to chennai back then. I was staying in my friend varadan's house all I had with me was my bag full of clothes and an engineering degree, yes as you guessed it was looking for a job, In that manner you can say that I was employed though my employment mainly consisted of roaming around the city and climbing stairs......A lot of stairs.
So.. I'll tell you bout the place I was living. I was staying in the first floor of varadan's house from where I had a clear view of the whole neighbourhood. Often varadhan's dad got complaints from the neighbours who accuse me ..poor karthik of always looking at girls walking in the road. I mean who wouldn't, not that im a goodboy but looking at girls is natural in this age ...its all biology. These old rats what will they know.
Okey back to the main line.... I got a job opportunity in an IT company within few months and i had an interview in a week.
Everything was going in the right track until that day...
It was a sunday and like all other sundays we played cricket that day. Though most the players were mainly 15 or 16 years old. it was really fun to play wih them. My team won the toss and we started with batting. I was the first batsman. You guessed it again , 1st ball was a six but it landed into a house compound....keerthi's house compound.
"Excuse me" i shouted standing outside the gate.
There she came.. like an angel from heaven who landed straight into that house.
"Hey asshole!"she shouted back at me. I might not be Mr.handsome but im pretty sure i was nothing like an asshole , boy she was angry
"Who me? Im sorry the ball fell inside, would you mind giving it back its right there"
"I don't think so! How long should I say not to play cricket near my house uff look my rose pot is broken"
"Oh sheesh... I'm sorry bout you pot ill get you a new one but please give our ball back now"
"You think i cant afford a pot and who are you to buy me one... My husband"
"Good have mercy on that guy."
"What was that... i heard it"
"Look lady just give the damn ball now ,we have a match to finish!"
"Mind your words mister!"
"You know what... Fuck you. Come on guys we'll get another one"
Can you believe that was how we got introduced...through a fight.
I didnt see her for the rest of the week except one night when she was returning back from her office. Yes she is working.. I heard she was some manager in an IT company.
It was the day of my interview. I was totally tensed bout the job.... So tensed that i woke up late. The first thing that am interviewer checks is the timing and appearance and I'm pretty sure that i flunked in both of that. I reached the company's door by 10 and my interview was by 9:30 with some flirting and lots of begging i got my appointment with the manager . I opened the door to the manager's office and there she was sitting busy with her computer . a board on the table read "S. Kreethi ~project manager". That moment i realised i fucked up.she saw me and im pretty sure she was shocked just like me. I turned around towards the door to get out of this place, but she called me in
"Sit"
"Errh. Gurj morning chi ..good morning"
"Good morning..C.V ?"
"Ah yah....." I handed over my C.V I expected her to throw it at my face but..she read it.
"Your qualifications are good...good characters... Calm, polite, kind! I've had experienced with your good characters "
"Hehe ...im truthful too"
"We'll see about that. Okey get the details from Krishna and meet me tomorrow"
"Im sorry i don't follow."
"You got the job."
"What..i thought... Never mind.. Thanks madam"
"Call me kreethi"
"Uh kreethi... One last thing"
"What's it?"
"Can you please return the ball...."
We both laughed after that and i walked out of her office. After that conversation with her i had a different feel towards her not anger, not respect something else.. Something that i had never felt before...... i guess you can call it love.....my first love!






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