A series of short stories, featuring Manik/Parth and Nandini/Niti as protagonists. ❤
List of stories:-
1. A Day With Me (2/2)
2. It's Never Too Late (1/1)
3. Falling In Love (1/1)
4. Love Letters (1/1)
5. Monster Loves Orchids (1/1)
6. Love At Coffe...
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|Story 5| • Monster Loves Orchids •
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I remember squeezing my way into a packed elevator on a cloudy Monday morning in February, when someone spilled coffee on me. The lady was endlessly apologetic.
“It’s OK”, is what I had responded.
“Sh*t”, is what I actually muttered under my breath.
I stepped out hastily into the 51stfloor and immediately hunted for a restroom. Once I was cleaned up and was leaving the restroom, I noticed a man in his late thirties, struggling to open the men’s restroom door. He had a plaster on his hand. I jumped to his rescue and pushed the door for him. He stared back at me questioningly. I can never forget that look.
“Did I ask for help?”he yelled.
“You are welcome”, I said sarcastically, shocked at his thankless behavior.
“Stop pitying on the unknown people”, he said.
“Since when was an act of kindness considered pity?”I frowned.
“Since now,” he replied.
“Well, alas your true disability is in your heart!”I said as I watched him open the door. He stared at me furiously for a second and then closed the door behind him.
What a heartless man!
I scurried in the hallway looking for Malhotra Associates and soon discovered that I was 10 floors below my destination. I made it to the 61st floor in the next few minutes and noticed a big wall clock staring back at me mockingly. I was 15 minutes late to my first day at work.
Sh*t!
The HR lady, Mukti, and the project coordinator, Zubin, who had interviewed me for the Advertising intern job, met me in their office and went over the rules and job description.
They were not happy at my late arrival but gave me the benefit of doubt. I was hired for a nine months of internship, after which I would be hired full-time based on my performance. At that point, they would file for my work visa. I was delighted to finally find a job in my field that would apply for a visa. At that point, it was a jack pot.
