CHAPTER 11
One week after the prank and new girls college tour,
Fiza was a complete nervous wreck by the time she reached outside the department library. Despite doing her homework on the task set by Armaan she felt restless and insecure. She knew without doubt that she was one among the few who had put real time and energy into doing the task. Most of her classmates and friends had just shuffled through the net or copied from others. She had moved around in the town to conduct a survey that was a part of the project. Gone to major label outlets and inquired. The previous one week had been hectic and tiresome. She was fervently praying to God that everything went well.
"T doesn't need these projects to get the internship''.I am really good at showing of my legs na" T blabbered onto her bimbo friends making Fiza want to vomit.
This girl'..she'll fall to any extent'..wait a minute she isn't interested in the job'she's probably after that jerk Armaan Malik Fiza thought
"Miss.Sharma seems to be tensed'..and why won't she be'.who is going to select a behenji like her" T taunted from behind.
Fiza gritted her teeth but didn't rise to the bate.
She was dressed in a light green anarkali suit that day, it was gifted to her by her mom. She wore it because she felt satisfied and confident in it. It was as if her mother was with her right there. She wore emerald and platinum light necklace and earstuds and silver heels to match. Her hair was styled to end in curls and left open All in all boys had a hard time keeping their eyes off this angel.
Armaan Malik entered from the opposite corridor followed by three people. Fiza looked at them and felt her heart rate increase. All three of them were known designers. Armaan gave a once over glance to the students and went into the interview room. The countdown had begun.
There were about ten students before Fiza and about six of them had come out looking glum. By the time her turn came she wanted nothing better than to run in the opposite direction.
She brazed herself and entered the room closing her eyes for a few minutes in silent prayer and remembering her mothers beautiful smile. Fiza smiled and entered the room confidently.
Armaan looked up from a file and felt the world arround him disappearing. Because an absolutely stunning angel was walking towards him. Her curly ended locks were moving about in her motion. Almost five girls had come to him so far all intending to get the job by flirting with him. But the way she came towards the table itself showed that she had no such intentions. No wonder he hadn't noticed her earlier, she looked totally different from the girl he had seen a week before.
Fiza on the other hand had glanced once at Armaan and felt her heart flutter. He was looking sinfully handsome and cherry on top he was staring at her as if she had done some unforgivable crime by adorning the traditional look.
"Miss. Fiza Sharma'..why the traditional wear?" one of the designers asked first
"I feel comfortable in it sir" Fiza asked confidently.
"So you are a no-modern ware person hm" the next one asked.
"Oh no not like that sir'..I do enjoy wearing modern dresses'.to me style and fashion is what I am comfortable in wearing'.today I felt comfortable in this dress so I wore it and at other times I adorn modern wear too" she answered.
" Fiza'if you are given the theme of love what will be you designing" Armaan asked.
"Sir I would dresses in the shades of red and white to emphasize passion and purity'two important aspects of love'the dresses can be both modern and Indian considering that we have still a major proportion of people who like to wear Indian outfits"
"So will that help you to attract your partner" Armaan asked eyebrows raised.
"Yes it will'.if your partner has eye only for your physical attributes but pure love can never be attained in that manner because its beyond physical attraction" Fiza answered looking straight into his eyes. An unspoken conversation took place between them
The interview lasted for a few more minutes. Fiza submitted her report and went out.
It was lunch time and she knew her gang would be in the canteen.
Fiza went and slumped down besides Anky and drank a glass of water in one gulp.
"How was it Fiz di" Sur asked cautiously. Fiza opened her eyes and looked around at her gang. They were all sitting tensed as if expecting her to cry or blast them. She burst out laughing seeing their faces. They all looked confused now.
"Hey bhagwaan'..lagtha hey interview ka dimaag par baari asar pada hain" Anky said understanding that her friend was laughing at the site of their faces.
Fiza hit Anky on the arm and grabbed her sandwich.
The gang was chatting away happily when Aysha noticed a handsome stranger walking towards them and nudged her friends.
"Hello Fiza" he said in his trademark husky voice.
Fiza felt a tingle go through her at the sound of her name coming from Armaan.
He handed her an envelope and she frowned
"Open it" He said smiling crookedly.
It was her confirmation letter. She had bagged the place.
"But why are you giving it personally" she asked surprised " sir" she added hastily.
"Because I have planned to recruit you in my personal team'the team I will be heading'and call me Armaan not sir" he said giving her his most heart stopping smile. He put on his shades and walked away.
"Woho'someone has just earned the lucky draw" Nidha teased from behind and others giggled. The entire canteen was watching the spectacle.
"Shutup guys'.its not a lucky draw'for all I know it might be a trap" Fiza said blushing beetroot red.
Edited by Nidhsara - 14 years ago
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