Thank you all for your support. Your comment and likes means alot to me J J. In this chapter the first half is still with her friend . but i have tried my level best to entertain you by that. Since she need one strong relation, thus it was mandatory. Raghav entrance is there in this chapter but scene of ragna and story will start from chapter three onwards. So please have faith. The complete story is narrated by kalpi.
Chapter 2
I scowl with frustration at myself pacing and running in and out of the kitchen. Damn this pen drive - it just won't behave. Why are you playing hide and seek???? grrr... Literally I want to kill myself. I have always been a girl who would never complete her work I mean "my homework" and then wait for some innovative ideas by my teacher to punish me in their new ways. And I must say they have never disappointed me, they always come up with something new . But now... when I have finished my task, I just realized I lost my pen drive. Good... Great kalpi!!!!! I must have kept it near my laptop .I must have kept it there . Reciting the mantra several times, I attempt once more to find it. With a disappointment, I roll my eyes in exasperation and gaze at that blonde haired girl who looked stunning, gorgeous and gamine. I simply ignored my unwelcome sympathy towards me. And without wasting a second my "FINDING BABY'S SON MISSION" proceeds .Mihika huddled on the couch in the living room. "Kalpi, it took me an hour after 2:00 to drop myself into some sleep and it will take next 5 hours to let me out. And you know... how much it is necessary for me to sleep since the next two days and my nights would be busy" she winks. "So will you stop your marathon????" she begs me in her rasping, sore throat voice. "Mihika I lost my pen drive. Me being such a stupid, have saved the project in it, not wanting to load lot of pressure in my baby's RAM or ROM. I deleted everything." I was panting, on the verge of crying although my eyes were red rimmed and runny. I ignored the feeling turning to her. "Ohh!!! Kalpi" saying Mihika ran with full speed towards. Hugging me, she said "Don't worry kalpi everything will be fine. At least your baby is alright." Now I feel like slapping this girl, why god why???? Why you have send all the crazy stupid people in my life. She suddenly released me from her grip, "kalpi, actually I got up to give you this" she said extendind her right hand, pouring all her innocence. Looking up, "Mihika are you mad? No... tell me are you SERIOUSLY LITERAALY mad. Like a bull, I have been running around the whole room. From last 15 minute I am ranting a story, telling you I lost my pen drive!!! I lost my pen drive. Can't you tell me earlier that it was with you???? No firstly tell me why is it with you?? No no no... Tell me why did you not react earlier. Are you suffering from the problem of darsheel of "tarrien jamien par". I yelled from top of my throat. Seriously wanting an answer. "First you were talking about your baby's pressure. So I could not get it that you were referring to yours laptop. Second when at night I got up I saw your pen drive near your laptop and thought it will get misplaced so I decided to protect it and last when did you watch that movie??? You didn't ask me??" she complained crossing her hands around her chest. "Anyways I am not angry!! Sometime it happens. So kalpi you don't waste your time. And let me overdose my sleep so I don't need it for the coming two days" she said smiling placing a peck on my cheeks she ran towards our sleeping room. Jumping, she rolled to her side.
Gathering my backpack, I smiled wryly at her, then head out the doors to the car. I could not believe I have let Mihika talk to me like this. But then Mihika is my dearest, dearest, beautiful, strong, argumentative friend. It was Friday and I know Mihika will not be in the apartment for the next two days, since she had recently met a new guy from her college, whom she considers her true love. Shittt!!! I forgot his name... in spite of memorizing the name of the boy, KALPI!!! JUST THINK ONLY AND ONLY OF THE PROJECT... I awoke by this sudden realization. Yes... it's the very important day for me, Mr. Singhania announced and clarify that it would be me, who will present the entire project in today's meeting. The reason behind is definitely not, he suspected some hidden talent in me!! Infact I myself is unaware of it. It's so evident, infract he as well as I know, my skin betrays me and turns complete pale when I m surrounded by crowd. My heart starts pounding. I feel so nervous.
I was in my 18 when I came here, in NEWYORK with Mr. Singhania. Leaving behind my family in INDIA. Studying my ability he assigned me his personal assistant. It just took me complete one year to feel comfortable. It was when I met Mihika too... we both studies English literature in the same college, and just few days to become graduate. The journey of three years created a unique bond of mine with her. Its only she, who understands me, with whom I m not afraid of anything, I feel free to speak anything. It was the expensive lifestyle of Newyork that made me and Mihika stay together in the same apartment, and mine leaving the big mansion of singhania's. Where I and Mr. Singhania stayed under the same roof.though initially that was awkward... but speaking the truth i enjoyed his company.
But from yesterday, the one question buzzing my head is, AS TO WHY he wants me to present the project when he had witness my lack of confidence. Is it he want to humiliate me, embarrass me in front of all the office staff so I leave the job all by me and return back to my country so he is not bond by any of his promise OR He actually feels me capable enough.
"Ohhh!!! Kalpu, why on the earth will he ever think of you. He is not a kind of man who wants to be anyone's god father or any mentor". I was repeating, comforting myself. But I have never listened an assistant presenting the project; it's the job of professionals who have the knowledge of the related field. And what if the listeners backfire question. Expect the ranted presentation slides I don't know anything of the project... ohhh !!!! shittt... But daddy why on the earth we landed asking some help from him. I curse that day when we accepted his offer. Surely I'm overreacting to something that is imaginary. Okay he is arrogant, cold, commanding, autocratic but on the flip side , he is attractive, confident and intimidating. "Start your new venture cheerfully kalpi" I said confidently looking straight towards the roads driving my car, ready to reach my destination.I parked my car and looked towards the headquarter of singhania's global finance enterprise. It's a huge building with twenty story building. I showed my identity card ,punching the machine I headed towards the elevator.
I was so lost in my backpack and and an aim of reaching my desk before Mr. Singhania, I realised that I was actually running to press the elevator button and I stumble , tripping over my own feet. Oh good NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I fall. I waited still closing my eyes, to hit thefloor. I could sense, my breast were pressed between something hard, but that is definitely not the floor. I have to steel myself to glance up. Holy shitt - he's holding me. I mean Mr. Singhania !!!!!!!!!!!! he's so young. His gentle hands are around me. Eyes are so intense looking straight into mine .Bright grey eyes that regard me shrewdly. It takes a moment for me to find my voice. HE's tall, dressed in a fine gray suit, white shirt and black tie. Considering the proximity, i decided to let me free from his embrance. But, the more I was trying to get away... the more he was pulling me close. His hands slid from my back and rested on my hips, he is still looking into my eyes.I valiantly attempt to calm down and gather my thoughts. I shake my head . what is this???? My heart steadies to its regular rythm, i dared looking again to him " what are you doing Mr. Singhania? We are in the office, and in your lobby" I asked him. He winks and reply "so my little sparrow wants us to be all alone??". In a moment elevator opens, he drags me roughly inside the elevator . Pressing the twentieth button he turns, pinning me against the one off the wall, he pulls me by my hips so our body presses each other.
Anupamaa
