Smart
Intelligent
Good Looking
Experienced
"I doubt if you have any of it" came a mocking voice from behind. I turned around only to find Virat smirking at me. He came near me with feeble steps carefully without stamping any of the newspapers spread on the floor.
"What is this all about?" he asked quizzing through the piles of newspapers. "I do have" I said defensively to his previous question. He raised an eyebrow at me, "Then why hadn't I ever noticed it" he sarcastically looked at me and shifted closer to me on the bed. "There could be two reasons, one you have poor eyesight and Two I don't want others who are around me", I indicated him with my index finger, "To feel jealous for what they lack" I smiled at him looking at his worn out face. He plunged forward on me making me loose balance and directly falling on the bed with him on my top. "Are you sure of what you said? He asked as I looked into his dark orbs filled with mischief. "Er...get up before I get sandwiched under you" I came up with the most coherent words. We remained in the same stance until he beckoned to me to take my hand which had been holding him. I got embarrassed looking at how I was the one who had been holding all the while. I immediately shifted to the other side of the bed and remained calm. Awkward silence crept as we both remained silent for some time.
"Hunt for job until you find one" he spoke after some time making the awkwardness vanish into thin air. He got up from the bed to leave the room and stopped immediately in his tracks.
"I thought someone would help me" I spoke remembering his past promise to me. He looked back smacking his head for forgetting his promise. He came near me in a jiffy and held me as the paper in my hand fell down due to his sudden behavior.
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"Are you nervous" he asked me as I sipped onto the water for the tenth time. I nodded my head slowly. I had never before came for an interview, particularly not for the personal secretary job. Virat had been stubborn to drag me to the interview. "Manvi" the attender called my name. I looked at the man beside me worriedly.
"You gonna rock it Manvi" he said patting my back. I smiled confidently though my heart was crying inside. He held my hand and signaled me to go to the cabinet. I moved forward with feeble steps holding onto the file and knocked on the door. "Come in" came a sharp voice from the cabinet. I stood there for a while as I felt I had heard this voice before but I couldn't recollect where I had heard it. I looked one last time at Virat and pushed the door before me. It's strange how the person you hate the most looks like your savior sometimes.
I looked dazzled at the person before me; I rubbed my eyes for further confirmation. I felt unsure of if I did really reach the correct place for the interview. He signaled me to sit down giving a half grin. At the moment I felt the urge to take a back turn and swiftly get away from there. I passed the file to him sitting opposite to him. God Forbid, I'm never going to take up a job here. To my surprise he threw the file on the table and looked at me intently. Those devilish eyes and the same boyish grin were intact right from the point I've seen him.
After a while twirling in his chair he asked, "So tell me something about you and your family". I looked at him with a tint of anger rising in my eyes. He had been a reason for being my life this way. Well, I didn't really have any complaints from my life ever, but those thorns that just don't appear but are spread across your way when you stand at a peak smiling on your almost success prick you badly. Those are just not thorns which come to test your patience but they become those which rather stop you moving forward.
"I would much appreciate if we talk about the qualifications required for the job" I spoke rather rude. He deserved something worse than that, but my inner self didn't prompt me to go to his level and speak the way he did to me before. He growled through his eyes taking in my attitude. I lifted my eyebrows up for him to continue, something unusual. The confidence in me rose to an ultimate level; the nervousness in me before I knocked on the door was replaced with the never falling confidence.
He nodded his head in approval and moved on questioning.
"I need an efficient secretary who can manage up everything; everything" he spoke stressing on the word "everything" with an air of rudeness. I nodded my head in response, the maximum I can do to a person like him.
"I doubt if you would be one" he fiddled with the show piece on his desk while raising a finger at my qualifications. The anger in me rose to an extreme level not because I'm rejected; but...because I'm being rejected by him.
"I have a doubt too" I pointed my finger at him. "Whether your company would be able to handle an efficient person like me" I sunk into my seat behind with a relaxed expression. He stopped fiddling with the piece with my words piercing into his eardrums.
"You still haven't forgotten huh? You wanna see the pain of rejection again?" he asked smirking; a smirk which had the ugliest truth hid behind it.
"I would have gone away without entering in your cabin if I had known you are the manager here." I spat out each word with an air of disgust getting up from the seat. I never had regrets till now. But I've now after meeting him.
"You haven't changed much, the same attitude huh, but remember one thing Manvi you're not going to a get a job with such attitude" he spoke half laughing. This stirred the fire inside me; how dare he talk to me like that?
"Oh very well, I agree with you. Your company doesn't stand before my attitude. So right I'm not going to get a job where a moron barks orders on his employers as a wild dog" I said collecting my file in haste and barging my way from the room.
"Manvi don't repeat the same mistake again, the last time you said it is the last time you'll meet me you stand before me asking for a job, Ironically you're rejected both the times" he said giving a rude smile. I had the urge to break his face then and there; but I had to control myself from his provocation.
"I never forget a face; but in your case I'll be glad to make an exception" I spoke as I dragged my feet out of his cabin. Anger fuming in me for meeting with my past. The past which I had forgiven; but it never stopped haunting me. "Will see that" were the last words I heard from him before I saw Virat chatting with few girls.
I slammed the door behind me walked over to Virat. He looked at me and excused himself from the girls pondering over him.
"What happened" he asked with urgency holding me. He has been more excited about my job than me. What an urgency he has, to get me out of his life. I rolled my eyes at him.
"Who is she?" I asked as a girl was looking at him intently from the corner of her eyes. He looked surprisingly at me and grinning a bit. "Jealous" he asked unexpected. I rolled my eyes at him yet again...
"If I would have been jealous; she would have got stitches by now" I replied with an air of attitude. I moved forward as he followed me behind. I did feel jealous a bit; but it doesn't work before a relationship that would last for 20 days.
"You haven't told me yet" he asked entering into the car and adjusting his seat belt. I sat beside him and grimaced in guilt. I looked to face his anxious face. He nudged me with his elbow. "C'mon, you don't need to feel bad if you haven't done well". He said starting the engine accelerating the car through the crowded areas of Mumbai.
"I declined the job" I spoke as I told him. He stopped the car to a sudden jerk and looked at me as if I'm a lunatic individual to do such a thing. "Whattt???" he screamed looking at me.
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There will be a part (ii) to this. I wanted to post the other one two but I found it too long so I'd better reserve it for the next part. This would look bizarre; but this is important.
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