DARK SOUL'S: The Story You Started

ISHITA

I stared as the door of my office swing back and forth behind him.

I can’t believe he played with me earlier. I thought I had seriously sent him that mail and still, he never bothers to correct me.
Thanks to my mind and my six senses I got him. And then he has the audacity to say sorry after scaring the hell out of me.
It’s not like I was scared because he is my boss “Indirectly he is” but the thing is I really can’t call names not just to him but anyone. Seriously though, why call somebody something if you don’t know anything about them.
I couldn’t wrap my head around these things are going on in my life, Sometimes it feels like everything will be fine, and sometimes it feels like things are never gonna change.
You will live with the burden of all of those things, and people will never appreciate you for your struggle or they will never consider you for any other thing, not even your own blood relation.

After entering in my new office Renny helped me to get settled in. I like this cabin already, light colures with faint design there is no single thing of colourfulness in here. I like those things, which don’t show any fake colours.
“ It’s painted by Sir Ethan,” Renny said. She was obviously watching me, noticing these colours carefully.
“Oh I didn’t know he is an artist also” I state sarcastically, She laughs, I like her She’s simple, fully professional, and kind.
What’s wrong with me lately, I feel like everything and everyone is kind around me. But she is not harmful to me that’s for sure.
After she left, I tried to forget that morning show, and whenever I remembered it I couldn’t help but giggle with myself. Stupid Me!
I startled when my phone rings, it’s from Mr. Siraj, Again!
“ Hi Sir,” I said
“ Don’t hi me, you Ishita” He’s pissed SHIT!! What did I do now?, God helps me and rescue me from this.
“ What happened, Why are you so angry,” I asked politely.
“ What Happened! Guess what?  everything is happening wrong. I don’t get my coffee from you, and if I get it, it’s not even on time. I couldn’t manage to find my files. One day I placed my pen over my ear and was searching for it in all over the conference room and each and every cabin, Thanks to Shreedhar he was there, he told me it was on my ear” He rambled continuously.
I can’t help but giggle at that, he is always so cute.
“ Relax,  I told you my recipe for coffee, Didn’t I? And for files and all other things you have a lot of assistants you know. I can bet you don’t even know their names properly! But ask them to do these things, ha... apparently! they can’t help you to fix your pen, or about the losing and finding issues” I giggled.
“ ISHITA! Shut up, Your so-called recipe didn’t work out. And I don’t like assistant as you know that, But beta we miss you, it feels so empty in here” He said.
OH CRAP! if he doesn’t stop. I couldn’t be able to hold my tears back
“ I miss you too, but what’s wrong with the assistants” I enquired already knowing the answer.
“ Huffed,  They are so irritating sometimes and worst every time,” He said.
I giggled, poor interns.
“ Yeah right, So how are you?” I said
“ Miserable without you if you want to know, but actually, we are fine. managing ourselves, And shrishti is missing you like hell, spare some time and call her otherwise she will come there and beat you” We both laughed.
Mrs. Siraj is so beautiful and badass woman..Dude, she could kill you if you called her woman in front of her. So Mr. Siraj always teased her by saying that and that’s a quite superb show.
It’s so long time since I worked with them. They are like my family now and part of my life Also.
“ Yes, Sure I will” I promised
“ Ishita hold on,” He said.
After a few seconds of silence, he came back
“ I’m back, what were you saying?”
“ Nothing, Is everything okay?” I can sense the tension in his voice.
“ Yeah Shreedhar is here, He wants to talk with you, only if that’s okay”
SHIT!!
Shreedhar is Mr. Siraj Son, we were on the same project for a few days. After working with him, he confessed he has a thing for me, I couldn’t answer him on that, and later that night, He told everything to Mr. and Mrs. Siraj that he is madly in love with me for a long time.
Mr. Siraj asked me on behalf of his son and that time I had to confess all those things to him. He understood me, but I sensed sadness in his eyes. And that thing didn’t change anything in between us and my secret is safe with Mr. Siraj only. He is a man of his words, besides that, Shreedhar still has a thing for me, I can’t help him with that. He will get over with everything.
I talked with him awkwardly for a few minutes and hung up.
Just as I was trying to concentrate on my work as there are so many things I have to finish now.  There was a knock on the door and He walked in. 
Oddly, he asked me about the random things about paint and work and all. Doesn’t he have anything to do!
He started to walk away but stopped and asked me to be in here and he will get me,
WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?
Before I could ask him anything he left.
MORON!!!!  He has officially losted his mind.
Does he have bipolar disorder or something like that !! Bloody schizophrenic!!
I scowled and sat down on my seat to continue with my work.  There is no way I will waste my time thinking about him.
He is freaking crazy. Huffed, I shake my thoughts and start to do my work. I already have some feelings, it’s gonna be a long day. Let’s see what will happen.