Parvati Nair is born out of necessity and desperation.
The necessity to complete Shyne Inc.'s insurmountable project and the desperation to reunite two estranged souls.
With T minus 30 days to complete the project, will Project Parvati succeed? Or...
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Drishti's eyes skimmed each dress hanging on her arms. With furrowed eyebrows, she looked at us, hoping that we would help her pick a few of them.
"Drishti, I honestly have no clue. Di does all my shopping for me." I yawned, resting my head on the counter behind the white leather seat.
"C-Can we g-g-go already?" Arush took a seat near me.
"We just got here!" Drishti protested.
"It's been an hour since we got here, to be honest." I said, folding my arms as some sort of defense mechanism to the cold.
Drishti rolled her eyes and walked away. Arush and I sat there together, in an awkward silence.
I crossed my legs.
Remind me to talk to Harleen about how uncomfortable frocks can get for nine whole hours in an air conditioned office.
"Cold?" Arush asked me.
"Maybe a little." I replied, avoiding eye contact with him. Honestly, I didn't want to be with a guy who barely told me anything about himself.
Arush nodded and leaned back into the seat. The next minute, something worked its way around my shoulders. I stood up in surprise, widening my eyes at him. Arush had draped his jacket across my shoulders.
"Arush, we're in a clothing store! You could've just taken some other article of clothing off the shelf! Why...why are you doing this?" I asked.
Arush stood up and looked down uncomfortably. He tucked his hands in his pockets.
"I-I wanted t-to give you m-m-my warmth." He looked up at me nervously.
"Why?! Do you like me?" I asked, my nostrils flaring.
"Maybe a little."
I took deep breaths. From childhood I had tried to avoid boys. It worked well enough till high school. After that, my choice of career meant that college would have a highly disproportionate class. There were three times the number of boys as girls. I learnt to be around them but I was determined to not let any of them get too close to me. I didn't wish to end up like Harleen Di. She was ten times as strong as me. She was able to handle it.
I don't think I can.
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My eyes threatened to shut themselves close as my head felt heavier. I squinted at the computer screen, trying to finish my assignment. The company expected us to hand in a twenty five page essay on the 'Role of technology in revolutionising every major field.'
Oh, and also, we weren't allowed to use Google. It was almost as if the company was beta testing us to shortlist its new local Wikipedia. No wonder only about three people get placed in the company each year. Most must give up at such times, when they test one's patience and commitment. Intelligence too, I guess?
