Wooing Ms. Raizada

PROLOGUE

AR Fashions

Parking his bike in the parking lot of AR Fashions he looked at the 50 storeyed building with awe. "Woah!" he cried, "If I get a job here...oh god! Adil beta...chal....ash kar le yaar!"

He ran up the reception and said to the woman sitting over the desk. "Hello, I'm Adil Alexander. I've an interview with Ms. Raizada"

The receptionist looked at him and then at the computer. "Your interview was at 9.30. It's 10 now!"

"Bas 30 minutes late ho!" he said smiling cheekily.

"Sorry" the receptionist said curtly and resumed in her works.

"Please..." he pleaded, "I need this job. Please let me go in!"

"You should've thought about it when you walked in half an hour later the reporting time!"

"Please....please...please.....I beg at your feet lovely lady..." he craned his neck to see her name tag, "Ms. Priya....please Priya let me in!"

Priya looked at him and sighed. She took her phone and dialled a number. "Mam, the guy who had interview at 9.30 am is here. Should I let him in?"

She waited for the reply and said hurriedly, "Yes mam I asked him to leave but he is pestering me here. He is creating a ruckess here in the ground floor!"

She hummed and said, "Okay mam!"

She kept the phone and said, "You can go in. But beware. Mam is very angry!"

"I have my own ways to lessen her temper" he sing sang.

"Won't work with mam Mr. Alexander" Priya said sympathetically, "No one can escape her anger! Good luck!"

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Knocking the door and hearing the stern "Come in" he opened the glass door and walked in.

His sports shoes making its noise through the marble floors he walked towards the giant table behind which was a woman in her early twenties sitting. Smiling at her he ran his eyes through her perfectly styled hair and chocolate coloured eyes. Dressed in a black shirt which top button undone, the colour was perfectly matching her milky skin. Her wrists adorned by a simple but expensive watch, she placed the pen on the pen stand and looked at him with piercing look.

"Done checking me out?" she asked in a stern voice.

He snapped from his thoughts and said cheekily, "Actually no. Can I have five more minutes please?"

"You have already wasted two minutes of my life taking your leisure time in walking into the cabin!" she said angrily.

"Hey not my fault but even a lift cannot take you to the 50th floor within seconds!" he said.

"Whatever....appointment letter!" she extended her palm.

"Ah here!" he gave her the letter and sat before her.

"Did I ask you to sit?" she asked raising an eyebrow.

"You didn't ask me to keep standing either!" he said smirking.

"Adil Alexander!" she said reading his name out from the letter, "You are not going to work here with that attitude of yours!"

"I'm sorry!" he mumbled and looked at the ceiling.

He then looked at the name plate. "Esha Singh Raizada" he whispered the name.

"Esha" he whispered and then looked at her to find her glaring at him. He cleared his throat and sat up straight.

"You've done a number of online internships and jobs on fashion designing with a degree of a fashion designing course" she read out and he hummed. "You've been doing that for the past few years. Why didn't you try in any company then?"

"No one would offer me a job with just a degree. And plus, I wouldn't be able to do well if I'm an amateur. So I decided to work online and have an experience."

"So you have enough experience now?" she asked raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know but I'm confident that I'll be able to do a designing task given to me!" he said confidently.

"Job of a designer is not just to design clothes but also to move according to the trends and find flaws in the existing designs" she said and he nodded, "yes you're right!"

Closing the file he had submitted, she threw him a sheet. He looked at it and frowned seeing the design of a lehenga. He looked back at her and she said, "Find the faults in the design"

"Depends on the person who is wearing this" he said.

She was silent for a while and then said, "Ok what if I'm wearing this? Find the flaws!"

"The colour!" he said, "It's coloured pink here. Although pink suits you, I think any colour would look good on you, but dark colours would highlight your skin. Like the black shirt you're wearing. May be the lehenga can be dark red, brown, or some dark colours with a light shades and decorations."

"Then?"

"The lehenga when worn will definitely hide the front of the skirt. Therefore the thick borders and decorations given there would be waste. Either you should have the thin transparent shawl or no designs at the top of skirt. Plus, the shawl is too gaudy and heavy! You wouldn't able to move around easily. I don't know if you can but its not practical to have a heavy shawl on your shoulders and waist. And then..." he stopped seeing her showing him a palm.

"You're hired!" she said and dialled a number.

"What? I mean...thank you so much" he said happily.

A man walked in pushing back a few grey strands of his hair. She said to Adil, "This is Aman Mathur, manager of AR and my PA. He'll show you your cabin!" she turned to Aman and said, "He will be working with the junior designer section"

"Thank you so much Esha!" Adil said smiling genuinely.

She looked at him with cold eyes and said, "Call me mam"

"I'm sorry mam" he said and looked at Aman who showed him the way out of cabin.

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Walking towards the cubicle, Adil asked, "What should I call you?"

"Aman" Aman said smiling, "We all are on name basis here!"

"Then why isn't she?" he asked.

"She is the head of this company man. Who calls their boss name?"

"Why can't we?" he asked.

Aman chuckled and said, "You have a hell lot of attitude my boy. I shouldn't say this but I'm really excited to find you and Esha have an attitude match!"

"Acha...you call her Esha!"

"We have a special bond!" Aman chuckled.

"Oh I see" he mumbled and looked around at the office.

A peon walked by and Aman said, "Take him to the junior designer section and inform Ayan that this guy will be working as a junior!" the peon nodded and Aman looked at Adil.

"Since I'm close to her, trust me when I say this Adil! She is a tough person to work with. Just like her father!" with that Aman walked away.