Satan's Secretary(Mishaan)

Chapter-12

Mishti woke up precisely at 6 on Monday morning. For the first time she didn't have any difficulty, waking up this early. To be fair, she hadn't slept much, she'd dozed off after 3 and she woke up before her alarm went off.

"Good morning, God, what's up? Fought with new rogues? I'm hoping you won" she blabbered cheerfully.

"I do not fight Mishti, I'm the head in heaven, remember? Besides, I let them do, what they want to, the day of reckoning comes later" huffed God, the girl asked the same question every morning! What does she think he is, captain America?

"You're no fun!" Accused Mishti, Pocking her tongue out. God didn't say anything, for even though he didn't fight the rogues, he did have many important work!

Mishti carefully chose the dress for today. Well, it wasn't like she wanted to impress him, it's just that...she wanted to look pretty today.....for him. She blushed bright red."You gotta stop doing that!" She scolded her image in the mirror.

 After trying out more than twenty dresses, she finally settled for a white one, it was pretty simple actually, but it hugged her curves in all the right places, without being very tight, and had a modest neckline. It was a knee length dress and she was satisfied with the result when she looked herself in the mirror. 

Now it was time for hairstyle. Usually she didn't care what her hair looked like and barely gave any time or thought to it, but today....well, she didn't want to make a messy bun, like she usually did. She tried some hairstyles but none of them worked, so she finally left it open. She applied a little pink lipstick and mascara and she was all done.

She reached the office before Ruhaan for the first time, she was beaming with joy and happiness. She prepared his coffee, exactly the way he liked and made her way to his cabin, all the while she couldn't stop smiling. 

But he wasn't there, yet. He was never late, why didn't he come yet? He is okay, isn't he? She asked herself anxiously. She put the coffee on his table and went to her own cabin, I'll check in ten minutes, she decided.

"Oh, Miss Khanna, I was looking for you only" said Mr Ahmad out of Ruhaan's office.

"Morning sir, Ruha...umm Mr Rajvanshi hasn't arrived yet, do you have any message for him?" She asked politely. He looked at her peculiarly and said

"Don't you know?"

"Don't I know what sir?" Asked Mishti, scared now.

"Don't you know that Mr. Rajvanshi left to Paris yesterday? He'll be there for a month and until then you shall be my assistant, I thought you must be informed about it"

"I....I didn't know...."  Mishti managed to answer. He went to Paris? For a month? She was supposed to accompany him there, that's why she was hired, for the French project. Because she knew French. But that project wasn't due till next week, so why did he go yesterday? Thousands of such questions were flooding her mind and she didn't have answers for a single one. What was happening?

"It's alright, child, Mr Rajvanshi doesn't usually tell his plans to us. You'll get used to it" Mr Ahmad said politely and brought Mishti back from her dream land, which has become nightmarish after hearing about Ruhaan's departure.

Mishti didn't know how her day went or what she did the whole day. The only consolence was that she had managed to find his number. She'd call him as soon as she reached home, she thought and hurriedly made her way.

She did call him when she reached home, but he didn't pick up, so she left a message for him...

"Hi, umm....it's Mishti, mishti Khanna, your PA. How are you?...." Her voice broke and she couldn't speak anything for a minute. Her throat welled up with sudden emotion choking her words "Call me" she managed to finish and cut the call.

She waited for him to call the whole night. But he didn't. She didn't even go to the bathroom without her phone, yet, it never rang.

"He'll call me tomorrow" she told herself. Yes, she didn't want to admit that maybe he didn't want to call her. Maybe she wasn't important enough to bother. No, she didn't allow herself to think all these. She just wanted to believe that he hadn't gotten her message and will call her as soon as he got.

He didn't call her tomorrow, or the day after that, or the day after that.....and so on. No, he didn't call her any day for the next thirty days. And she finally let herself believe that, indeed, she wasn't Important enough to bother. She let herself believe that she'd been nothing more than a scratch for his temporary itching, which he had soothed and now that the itching had subsided, he didn't need her. He had thrown her out of his life like people throw flies out of their milk.

But what hurt most was the fact that he didn't even have the decency to say it to her face. Instead he chose the other way out and behaved like a bloody coward!! 

It wasn't like she was throwing herself at him! She had her self respect! What did he think she would do? Beg him? Throw herself at his feet and beg him to take her? My foot!! She loathed him now. She loathed him more than anything in the world!