Ok so this thing is REALLY pissing me off. I replied to all of your comments and was almost done when it refreshed or something and Poof! everything was gone. And then I was halfway done with this update when it decided to refresh on me and poof! everyone was gone again! Doesn't IF have a save button or something? Sorry, I won't let this get to me while I rewrite this update. Hope you like it.
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Stranger In New York
Part 3
"What is this place? Let me go! What the heck is wrong with you? Are you deaf?" She struggled to get out of his grip.
"Shh! God Khushi! Do minute! Do minute mujhe baksh do!" He finally responded.
Why the heck was he helping her? He wondered...
Ding.
The elevator door opened.
"Sit." He gestured towards a sofa.
She mumbled to herself as she sat down and watched him walk over to the reception of that floor.
Why was she still here? She has a perfect chance to run away! But the guy seemed honest. She was still debating within herself when Arnav came back with an envelope in hand.
"Your appointment letter." He handed her the envelope.
"What?" She asked still confused.
He rolled his eyes and then let out a loud sigh. "Do I have to spell it out for you? You lost your job, I brought you here to get you a job, I'm handing you an appointment letter..."
Then he saw her tube light start to flicker.
"What? Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you soo much!!" She slightly jumped up and hugged him on impulse.
His hands hesitantly made their around her waist. He couldn't help but blush looking at all the workers intently watching them.
Khushi realized what the heck she just did. She immediately let go.
"Erm.. Sorry..." She looked away, quite embarrassed herself.
"But that Mehta still deserved a piece of my mind." She quickly restated so she wouldn't sound stupid for creating hungama in the cab.
Arnav led her to her cabin, showing her around in the process when he heard her squeal.
"Oh My God!! AR Industries!!! WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!" She shrieked only to realize a moment later where she was standing.
Escaping from the nosy eyeballs, she quickly ran and caught up to Arnav.
"What the? AR Industries? How did you get me a job here?" She whispered silently.
"And this is your cabin."
He led her in disregarding her question.
It was an elegent office, quite exprensive to be honest. The desk had a golden plate engraved: Head Designer.
She locked the door quickly and then glared at him.
"How the hell did you get me a job here? That to without an application submittion, review, and intervew?"
She worridly paced about the room.
"There is no way that khadoos gave me a job just like that. And that too Head Designer. Koi to garbar tune ki hai!" She assured herself.
"Khadoos?" He raised his eyebrow in amusement.
"Aur nahi to kya. Everyone I know who applied here has not even been considered. Maine un sab ke designs dekhe hai, koi khadoos hi hoga jo unte talented logo ko mana karega. And today, he gave me a job without even looking at my designs. What the hell?"
She grabbed onto Arnav collars furiously,
"Dekho, I don't know what you did to get me this job but you better not have promised that guy anything! Look, I'm not sleeping with him or anything. And you better not have told him that I would..."
"Shut up Khushi!" He covered her 250 words per minute motor with his palm.
"It's time you know my full name. I am Arnav Singh Raizada."
She gave him a "Why do I care?" look.
He rolled his eyes. "Arnav Singh Raizada, owner of AR Industries."
"Whmmphh Thmmph...!!" His hand muffled her voice. He smirked.
"The khadoos." He whispered into her ear. As he moved back, smirking.
He was intently watching her to see how this phoolan devi was going to act now.
Arnav Singh Raizada. AR Industries.
It all made sense to her now.
"You're. Arnav. Singh. Raizada. Owner of AR Industries." She said in shock.
He chuckled. Just the reaction he was hoping to see.
She froze in shock for a few moments but then returned to her former self.
"Haan... toh... Who cares if you're Arnav Singh Raizada. To me you're still some stranger who got beyond drunk yesterday evening and found shelter in my apartment. Don't be expecting any special treatment from me." She crossed her arms.
Arnav couldn't help but smile. This girl was... different.
"Not expecting any." He raised his hands like he did back at the bus stop.
"And I'm still..."
"Not interested. I know." He finished for her.
"Cathy should be here in a few, she'll explain to you how things work. If you need anything, just ask her." He was about to leave when...
"Wait." She called out from behind.
Her own words played in her mind again.
"There is no way that khadoos gave me a job just like that.
For me your just a stranger who got drunk and found shelter in my apartment."
Her words ran through her head over and over again until,
"I can't take this job."
"What?" He questioned. What the hell was wrong with girl?
"I said, I can't take this job." She said now looking up at him.
She got up and stood in front of him.
"Listen, what you're doing for me is really nice. And I totally appreciate it but I don't want this job because you feel indebted to me."
He watched her in shock.
"There are many people out there to whom this job is a dream. I can't cheat them out of their dreams."
"But this is your dream too."
"But there is no way I got this job because of my talent. I really won't be able to work here in peace knowing why and how I received this job. This was really nice of you but I'm sorry, I can't take this job. I hope you understand. And besides there are a lot of good designers out there."
He stared in awe at this young woman. He'd never met someone like her. Be it a stranger, he'd never met anybody whose so honest and unbiast. She was the only one he'd ever met who automatically did not sugarcoat everything they said after finding out whom he was. She was the only one who was honest and loyal enough to her aspirations that she was willing to give up a golden job. She was the only one who would take in a mere stranger for the sake of his family.
"I understand." He said as she walked past him.
"Hey Khushi?" He called out, still facing the back of the room, the light from the window shining on his face.
"Can we meet again?" He turned around. "As friends."
She pondered over this for a moment and then started.
"Listen dude, I'm sorry if I really bothered you and/or tortured you. It's just the way I am. Always been protective of myself. But you're a nice guy, no harm intended, and I get that now. But the way we met and everything, all of this just seems forced. If we were meant to be friends then we'll meet each other again, like how friends usually meet each other for the first time. Right now I think it's best we remain strangers." She finished with a smile.
"It's ok, I totally completely get you." He lied.
"Well it was nice meeting you Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada." Khushi took out her hand.
"It was nice meeting you too Ms. Khushi..."
"Gupta. Khushi Gupta." She finished
"Ms. Khushi Gupta. Hopefully we'll meet again."
"Hopefully we will."
And with that she walked out.
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