Entry of protagonists

4 years ago

Mikky

@MidnightLibrary

Mumbai is both India's largest and most commercially important city. It is also the city that never sleeps . A place where you will encounter stray dogs and exotic birds,artists and workers.Both the poor and millionaires living together in this maddening city.The city is the home of the most prolific film stars of Bollywood industries. It is also the dreaming city for young generations who had loved to dream and came here every year by chasing those desired and ambitions.There in the middle on the road a girl who was sitting in a taxi looked outside the window glass frequently and checking time on her white belt wrist watch on her right hand . Bhaiya, “aur kitna der lage ga? Asked by the girl she was looking tensed

“Bass ab 15 mins madam” assured by the driver

“Okay” though she replied with a normal tone but she gradually became impatient by passing every second . She was feeling nervous at the same time and also very worried because today was her interview and it was very necessary for her.

15 mins later the taxi stopped in front of a huge building . The driver turned around and spoke “ Lo Madamji !hum pahuch gaye!!’’

The girl took her black color bag and hung it by the strip of it on her left shoulder and gave money to the diver “Shukriya Bhaiya’’ said thank you to the driver politely. She came down from the taxi. She was wearing a lavender color floral kurti which length upto below her knees with white color legging and a pearl color dupatta around her neck and it was hanging behind her back . She had a sharp nose in her oval shaped face, she bits her soft rose petal like lips by muttering somelines in her mind.Her long thick straight black slick hair was hanging behind her back up to her waist . Sunrays make her bright beautiful complexion skin more glowing. She was carrying a red color file which she had kept in between her chests by wrapping her both hands. The thick eye lashes of her kissed each other when she closed her eyes frequently. She had big black glistening beautiful eyes .She looked above and saw the big nameplate which was implanted on the outside of the topmost floor of that building that was written “MALHOTRA FASHION DESIGN CO. MODELING “

She exhaled a sigh and started to walkling . She entered the ground floor of the building by sliding the door made of transparent glass .



She moved close to the Receptionist where a lady around ao age between 25 - 30 which anybody could assume by her appearance. The receptionist was wearing a black color uniform with white color caller ,her brown and black complexion hair was braided behind her head . The receptionist glanced at the visiting card which was shown by the girl “ Mam , please go to the second floor , and wait for sometime , your interview will be taken after a while in room no. 15 “ informed by the receptionist gently.

“Thank you mam”

“You are most welcome Mam. It's our duty” replied the receptionist with a pretty smile on her face.”

The girl took the stairs and a few times later she reached the second floor. She had seen that there was a big line of girls. Some were of her age or some were older than her were also waiting there by sitting in the waiting room . She took a seat beside a woman who was literally sweating in the cool air conditioner room . The girl gave a half smile to the women who also gave her the same way. The tense environment of the waiting room made the girl become more nervous so she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate within herself.
A man of almost 5.8” height had come and informed all the ladies that their interview had started and he would call them the name one by one after that they had to enter into the interview holding room.

One by one girls visited the room .Some of them were looking nervous while some were looking calm and confident.It almost two hours had passed, there were only a few girls left. The same man again came and called”SANYOGITA SHARMA”..The girl stood up and she was at her 5.6” height, she entered into the room”May I come in Mam?” asked by the girl

“Yes come in” permission given by a lady who was sitting in the room in the middle of the two men who were sitting beside her on the chair in front of an expensive table . The windows of the room were covered under thicken fabric made of blue window curtains.
Sanyogita took the seat ,she gave the documents to them and also showed them the designs drawn by her on a copy.Though the temperature of the room was pleasant and comfortable her heart was pounding . All the three interviewers were looking expressionless when they were all going through the sketches of the designs made by Sanyogita who was becoming more nervous by that.

After a long pause the lady said by breaking the silence “Did all these designs made by you?” inquired by the lady

“Yes Mam’’

“Hm”..okay. " .. Where did the word fashion come from?

Sanyogita replied with politeness "The word originally comes from the word modus which means manner in English or manière in French." "

Another interviewer asked " why Fashion is so important according to you?" "

Sanyogita took a pause and then proceeded with softness as well as a smart body language in her tone " Fashion is an art . It reflects the culture of a country. It makes our life colourful and changes our life with time.A good fashion sense and style enhance and increase the confidence and morale of people. Fashion and style are important for everyone not only for women but for men as well. It encompasses the total spectrum of human activity, which relates to a specific period. It is an outlook on life....

( disclaimer:- I took help from Google for the above question)

All the interviewers exchange nodding glances ,

The lady was highly impressed by her designs and she also checked the scholarship award which Sanyogita had achieved from her institution in designs and also her academic results from her schools to university.

“Okay Miss Sharma, we were highly impressed by your skills , and we would be glad to have you as our employee in our office “ praised by one of the men in the interview room.

“Thank you, sir” said Sanyogita with a little hope in her voice

All of them were again whispering something among them..

Sanyogita was looking at them with unblinking eye

Finally the lady said “ We have decided by going through all the documents and designs of yours ,we” will gave you the Special Assistant post in our company
Saaynogita was very delighted after hearing this. Her eyes welled up but she controls her emotions .

She shook her hands with all of them and said “Thank you” from the core of her heart ,she was feeling very much grateful to them

“We will inform you from when you would have to join the office “

“Okay Mam, Thank you Mam, Thank you Sir, once again

“But would kept your designs with us okay”
Okay Mam, Sanyogita nodded her head slightly

After a few mins Sanyogita left the office ..She was feeling very happy as well as excited .
In Spite of the hot humid weather, she found more energy and enthusiasm within her spirit.

Another day at the other corner of the world,

In the heart of Toorak, Australia's affluent hub, a magnificent skyscraper pierced the sky, its 800 stories glinting like gold in the sunlight. Atop this marvel, a towering figure emerged, his chiseled physique a testament to his dedication. The man, standing at 6 feet tall, with a strong jawline and piercing gaze, ran with purpose on the treadmill in his lavish gym. His hazel brown orbs, fringed with thick black eyebrows, seemed to bore into the distance, as if driven by an inner fire. His square-shaped face, with a subtle beard framing his sharp nose, exuded a sense of rugged sophistication. Light brown skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat as he pushed himself to the limit.

Thirty minutes passed, and he slowed the treadmill to a stop. Sweat dripped from his forehead, tracing a path down his neck, chest, and chiseled abs. He stepped into the bathroom, where the cool mist of the shower enveloped him, soothing his muscles. As the water cascaded down his body, he closed his eyes, letting the stress melt away. Emerging refreshed, he wrapped a plush towel around his waist and began to dry his hair, his movements fluid and deliberate.



As he entered the room, his gaze was drawn to the elegant clock on the wall, its delicate hands pointing to 7:30 in the morning. The space was a masterclass in refined luxury, with beautifully textured walls, plush carpets, and exquisite wooden furnishings that exuded warmth and sophistication. The floor, made of stunning transparent marble, seemed to glow from within, casting a soft sheen across the room.

He strode towards the closet, its doors sliding open to reveal a treasure trove of sartorial splendor. Row upon row of impeccably tailored coats hung alongside an array of crisp, formal shirts, each one a testament to the finest craftsmanship. A nearby drawer beckoned, filled with an dazzling assortment of ties in every hue and pattern imaginable. Next to it, a gleaming collection of expensive wristwatches lay waiting, their intricate mechanisms and precious materials a true marvel.

With deliberate precision, he selected each item, his eyes scanning the options with discerning taste. A sleek black coat, a crisp marron shirt, a subtle silk tie, and a precision timepiece – each piece was chosen to complement the others, creating an ensemble of understated elegance. As he dressed, the room seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the soft rustle of fine fabrics and the quiet confidence of a man who knew he was dressing for success.

Resplendent in his formal attire, he emerged from his flat, his wristwatch glinting on his arm, revealing the time: 8:30. He stepped into the lift, pressing the button for the ground floor with a quiet confidence. The doors slid shut, and the lift descended, its smooth motion a testament to luxury. Ten minutes passed, and the doors opened onto a sprawling lobby, where a dazzling array of cars awaited: sleek BMWs, majestic Mercedes, audacious Audis, and a fiery Ferrari, among others.

His eyes settled on a black Mercedes-Benz S-Class, its surface gleaming like polished onyx. He slid into the plush leather seat, and the driver, attired in crisp livery, nodded in greeting. With a gentle hum, the car glided forward, navigating through the gates and onto the bustling streets. The driver's skilled hands guided the vehicle with ease, finally coming to a stop before a towering edifice. Atop the building's facade, a magnificent nameplate proclaimed in bold letters: "Malhotra Emperor".

As the Mercedes-Benz S-Class came to a stop, a livery guard hastened to open the door, revealing the man's impeccably tailored attire. He emerged from the car, his black coat draped effortlessly over a rich maroon shirt, complete with full sleeves and a subtle sheen. Black trousers broke perfectly above his polished shoes, while a black and maroon striped tie added a touch of sophistication to his ensemble. With one hand casually tucked into his pocket, he smoothed his hair behind his ear with the other, his movements fluid and confident.

As he gazed upwards, his sleek black sunglasses caught the sunlight, casting a subtle glow on his face. Despite the sweltering summer heat, the February morning was surprisingly pleasant, with a gentle breeze rustling the leaves. Above, the office building's roof was framed by two wispy white clouds drifting lazily across a brilliant blue sky, creating a breathtaking tableau.

The man's lips curved into a warm smile, illuminating his square-shaped face, accentuated by a clean-shaven beard that highlighted his chiseled features. As the sun's rays danced across his face, his attractiveness was elevated, making him look even more dashing in his impeccable attire. With a confident stride, he entered the office, the glass door gliding open with a soft whoosh, courtesy of the guard.

Inside, a bespectacled man approached him, a slender file clutched in his hand. "Sir, everything is in order," he announced, his voice crisp and efficient. "Our meeting is scheduled to commence in precisely 15 minutes. Shall I escort you to the conference room?"

With a subtle nod, the man acknowledged the update as he strode through the ground floor, his long legs devouring the distance. He stepped into the lift, which whisked him away to the 400th floor with seamless efficiency. Emerging from the lift, he walked with purpose, his left hand casually tucked into his pocket, while his right hand adjusted the wireless Bluetooth earphones, his index finger expertly navigating the device as he continued his conversation.

As he sauntered down the corridor, his chiseled features and confident demeanor drew admiring glances from the office ladies, who couldn't help but gasp in unison. His undeniable charm and charisma commanded attention, making him the center of focus.

He entered his cabin, settling into the plush chair behind his desk, his eyes scanning the laptop screen with focused intensity. Five minutes passed, and a soft knock on the door heralded the arrival of a young woman, who announced, "Sir, the meeting arrangements are ready. Everyone is waiting for you in the conference room."

The conference room was expansive, with a sprawling table at its center, around which the attendees had gathered, each in their designated seat. As the man entered, a collective murmur of respect rippled through the room, and everyone rose to their feet, greeting him in unison: "Good morning, Sir." He acknowledged their salutations with a warm smile, shaking hands with select clients, his firm handshake and direct gaze exuding confidence.

Once the formalities were concluded, he took his seat at the head of the table, his eyes scanning the room with a sense of purpose. Across from him, a massive screen dominated the wall, primed to display the presentation that would shortly commence. The soft hum of the projector and the gentle rustle of papers created a sense of anticipation, signaling the start of a productive meeting.

The meeting had been a productive one, with discussions centered around the company's marketing strategies, upcoming product launches, and gauging public sentiment. However, the pièce de résistance was the potential partnership between the two companies, the crux of the meeting. As the discussions drew to a close, a deep, resonant voice extended warm congratulations: "Congratulations, Mr. Berenson. Our company would be delighted to collaborate with you."

Prithviraj Malhotra, the CEO, flashed a cool, charming smile, his lips curling upwards.

"Thank you, Mr. Malhotra," he replied, his voice laced with gratitude. "Actually, we would be fortunate to have the opportunity to work with you in the future." The room seemed to vibrate with the weight of the moment, as if the very fate of the companies hung in the balance.

At just 28 years old, Prithviraj exuded a quiet confidence, his chiseled features and piercing gaze commanding attention. His remarkable ascent to the helm of the company was a testament to his tireless work ethic and visionary leadership, catapulting his family's business to unprecedented heights.

As he emerged from the meeting room, Prithviraj's eyes dropped to his mobile phone, where a flurry of missed calls caught his attention. A regretful smile flickered on his lips as he dialed back the number, his heart swelling with affection.

"Hello, Dad," he said, his voice warm with love.

"Well done, my boy!" his father exclaimed, pride radiating through the phone lines. "I'm so proud of you!"

Prithviraj's smile broadened. "Thank you, Dad. I'm sorry I missed your calls – I was tied up in that meeting."

His father's chuckle was reassuring. "Don't worry, my boy. I know you too well. Today, you've made me feel even prouder."

Prithviraj listened intently, not interrupting as his father continued, "It's been a long time since we last spoke, beta. When are you coming home?"

Prithviraj's response was gentle. "Soon, Dad. Just tomorrow in the morning."

The conversation flowed effortlessly, father and son talking for hours, their bond strengthened by the distance between them.

Prithvi was feeling glad at the same time and also very emotional from his heart though he didn't reveal the feelings towards his Dad. He was happy to know that his father was very much pleased by him , as a son it was his duty to fully fulfill all the wishes of his family and his parents.

Though he lived in Australia for 7 years, he didn't leave his nation's attire, Culture,.. He loved to speak with his Indian accent

it was 7:30 when he took his last meeting for that day.After that he had a press conferenceFrom 8pm of the evening

Prithvi attempts the press conference...

In the press conference, reporters asked so many questions related to his business.Many praised him for achieving these huge successes within a very young age.... Among the crowd of reporters, one reporter asked Prithvi in Hindi... Prithvi recognized him and gave him the permission to accept anything as he wanted... because he found few people to talk to him in Hindi....

The reporter was Shekhar...he asked Prithvi a few questions in Hindi...

At first he congratulated Mr. Malhotra for achieving a business award recently and was included under one of the 30th Top richest men in the world...

Shekhar:- Sir,aap bakayi mein ek ache businessman hi nahi balki bahut ache bete aur insaan bhi hai!
Prithvi :- ji shukhriya! [he was feeling very happy though he didn't show proud in his gesture]

Shekhar:- Sir, aap aaj ke young generation ko kya advice dena cha henge?

Prithvi :- [at first he took a pause after that he broke the silence and spoke] “ No matter what your destination, just be sure to make every journey a journey within.If you travel within , you will travel the whole wide world and beyond. You should have patience , which means to look at the throne and see the rose, to look at the night and see the dawn. Impatience means to be so short sighted as to not be able to see the outcome.Just as a clay needs to go through intense heat to become strong, like the same way hardship is necessary for success.”

Shekhar :- Excellent SIR,[ he was highly pleased by Mr. Malhotra’s answer]

Shekhar:- SIR ,lagbhag haar rich businessman parties , functions attend karte hai but aapko kabhi bhi nahin dekha gaya??

Prithvi interrupted him and said He didn't like parties ,crowd etc. that was all

Shekhar:- Sir one last question ,apne aaj tak kabhi bhi Kisi bhi ladki ke sath photo nahi liya hai,nahi apne kabhi dating koi hai.kya aap ki life mein koi girlfriend hai jise aap batana nahi chahte...aap ke fans jenna chahtein haii ..aap shadi kab karenge??

Prithvi:- This time Prithvi didn't reply. there was silence.He didn't look at the reporters. Suddenly Prithv's Personal Secretary had come and informed him that he had a flight to India at 11pm so he had to leave from here...