Forever Yours (Stay With Me Sequel)

Chapter 6

“Good luck. Have fun and work hard,” Mrs. Gandhi sent a text message.

“All the best for a new journey. Love you and I’ll call you later,” Rita sent.

“I know you’ll do great. Just try to look a little less sexy, I don’t wanna kill too many boys…..haha…..good luck,” Niall sent.

 Of course, only he can send this kind of message.

“Happpyyyyy offfiiiiiceeee day. Good luck, dear. You’ll do great,” Liam tweeted me.

“Good luck love, for the first day in office. Have fun,” Louis sent a text message.

“Best wishes. May you do great in office.

P.S [I agree with Niall though. You need to look a little ugly],” Harry sent.

“Good luck, babes. Have a blast in office,” Zayn tweeted.

“All the best. Hope your art directors will be good. You’ll do great, anyway,” Greg sent.

He is the ultimate advertising mogul, after all.

“Good luck for the start of office, honey. My best wishes are with you,” Maura sent. It was the first message that I got from her after that night when I first conversed with her when Niall stayed with me at my old apartment after hearing his dad’s accident. I was in seven heavens.

The “good luck” messages were so encouraging that adrenalin was flowing in huge quantities through my body to just go and do it. I was now even more excited for the first day at office than before. Every little thing I did and every small step I took was filled with enthusiasm, anticipation and a tinge of nervousness.

I woke up at 8.00 Am and did all the deeds. Brushing my teeth, taking a ‘long’ bath, having my ‘default’ breakfast of toasts and scrambled eggs and finally getting dressed in a white full-sleeved shirt and black pants. While I was locking my apartment, I smiled ceaselessly, after seeing all the messages. They were so sweet and cute and on top of the world, caring. I felt secure and valuable and wanted.

It was 9.10 Am when I reached Dum Dum metro station. I planned to board the 9.15 Am’s metro but it didn't appear I could do so after seeing the long queue. I fiddled with my home keys as I waited impatiently. The queue moved faster than I expected and I was soon escorted before the cashier.

“One Rabindra Sarobar,” I said extending my hand towards him holding 8 rupees.

He grabbed it and typed something in the keyboard before passing me the ticket.

“Thank you” I smiled.

“Welcome” he nodded.

I ran through the crowd after crossing the ticket punching machine and getting my bag scanned under the scanner. I heard one metro entering the platform and I had to board it. I ran up the escalator and took leaps to finally enter the rake’s first compartment. The automatic doors closed as soon as I boarded. “Phew, that was close,” I murmured under my breath as I walked towards an empty seat. I crossed my legs after sitting and immediately plugged my ears with the ear-phones. I listened to music as I waited for 30 minutes to pass.

At 9.45 Am sharp, I reached Rabindra Sarobar. I got down from the metro and walked past the sea of crowd towards the ticket punching machine which by the way had queues.

Seriously?

I stood behind the shortest one and was done quickly. I walked up the stairs and out of the station to finally hit the road. I walked a bit more before boarding an auto to go to Jadavpur University. I took a glimpse of my wrist watch which showed that it was 9.50 Am. Butterflies commenced to fly now inside my stomach and intestines were twisted in an unusual manner. This wasn't even an interview anymore but several anticipations regarding my co-workers, boss and the ambiance of the office made me crazy. I knew there would be four other copy-writers besides me and at least one art director as mentioned by Greg but I had no idea of any other roles.