Pieces of our past-I
I immediately switched on the recorded data as soon as I was out of the cabin. First task- Go to the editing department and check on the articles. I walked swiftly to the editing department filled with commotion. Everything was just put at fine but I had to check for any further corrections. I simultaneously sat at a PC and started reading the whole thing. To my already insane state, Brooklyn was sent to me as the chief editor of the weekly magazine. Damn it! Whenever I asked her something she looked at me as if a kidnapper is being asking her to pack her stuff and come with him or just stared blankly like she had seen Brad Pit running without clothes on the streets. I arranged somehow! This done! Phew!
I now rushed to cut the articles featured on the president of America- Mr. Oh I'm so great Rohit! What's up with this dude? I already started hating him without actually meeting him! To my utter exhausted state, the piles of magazines were kept in an office store room. There was a sign at the door with some italic letters- Crap happens, you have to move on! Yeah right, what if it doesn't let you move on? The damn thing backfires whenever you try to move on? Possibly no explanation. I rolled my eyes at the sign board and threw it away. I had to first unlock the door which was being kept locked for God knows how many years. Done that, I had to fight through the cobwebs and dust filled room. Moving to some distance, I spotted the bundle of magazines kept on some antique styled table. He did it on purpose I tell you! He was pretty sure with my height I wouldn't be able to reach those and would eventually fall down. I somehow pulled those but fell on the ground with those books all over my head. Great you see! I just had a shower of books on my head for free. There was one magazine of "Life & Style" for which I used to work first. Many people would first flip through the pages and probably would die to have a look of bikini babes and Megan Fox showing off her midriff, but for me, just one thing could strike at this time.
Life & Style, Main bay
I threw the first copy of the magazine "Life and Style" on the table with a proud look. What many hadn't done till now- dude was I able to do it? Well I believed in the philosophy, what others do, you have to do, but what others couldn't do, you most defiantly had to do. Just then when I was enjoying the self-satisfaction I got from my victory I spotted a black Maybach Exelero zoom in through the gates.
"Fascinating car, amazing body", I heard someone say with their mouth wide open. I turned my gaze at the fascinating object; wait I felt the word was too less to describe what I saw. I glanced at the long legs that were taking long strides with roadster casual black shoes magnificently. My eyes slowly shifted to the long classics tailored black pants- my excitement aroused amorously. My gaze followed by his coat, the silk textured shirt and the high Italian tie worn over it. Without aware of my public staring, my eyes gazed at the superlative face which had by now many faces turned towards it. The strong stubble, the sharp jaw, it just felt everything was in proportion. Greek god himself!
It was just when the fingers snapped before me I came out of the trance. Virat Vadera- the man in the news! He removed the shades which were guarding his sexy eyes. Dare I say, I wrote a controversy about this man in the magazine!
"Like all the attention?" I smiled pointing to the controversial article I had written in the magazine.
"You've no idea who you're messing with, write an apology article in your f***in magazine and you could save your job", he said.
"Who are you not to mess with? A monster or... wait a devil?" I elevated an eyebrow trying to irk him. But The Virat Vadera was not the one to beat down. Until not after the fight I figured out, that he bathed with humor in the morning and ate sarcasm for breakfast.
"You better not try to figure it out. I don't want to give too much strain to your poor brain" he replied holding a smirk.
I folded my hands across my chest giving a mental slap to him. "Get your article edited, I don't waste time" he made an about turn to make an exit.
"Get your facts checked, I never make a mistake", I replied angrily for his ears to grasp the things. He turned towards me and banged a fist on the table.
"Well you have done one, so now get ready for the repentance" he smiled holding the first copy of the magazine.
"You wish!" I snapped back rudely.
"The ball is in your court. Accept it - you'll save your dumb job or don't- and the management would throw you out of the office- I can lend my hand to you both ways" he barked sitting relaxed on the chair like he owns the company.
"I have a better suggestion for you Mr CEO of the f***in Sky vault magazine, get the hell out of here- and save your butt", I smiled suggestively pointing him the exit door. Attitude matters the most when you get into a verbal argument- Never lose that! - My mind commanded.
"I tried to make you understand Ms. I'm -so- smart Manvi, he started speaking checking out the ID card I had around my neck, "But seems like you prefer losing a job hopelessly and fall on the streets? Good for you!" he said holding the paper rest on the glass table.
"Well there is something in which you failed huh? You can never persuade me. Care to turn on your heels then?" I asked with a victory face.
"Too much self- obsessed and too much of attitude, it's not good for your health", he said keeping the paper rest after toying with it for some time. I made a wicked grin and flipped my hair. Never look like losing confidence. If you fall short of words- throw a sarcastic smile or wicked grin in an argument.
"You are no doctor to advise me", I said grabbing the paper rest off the table.
"Right, you would need one anyway", he said this with intended sarcasm and then saying this he jumped off the chair and gave a last look of vengeance. Royal it felt or fascinating as others said. I gave a puckered smile showing him the way to the door with my eyes. And soon enough I watched the fascination walk away!
I scrambled through various magazines in an attempt to cut out the articles featured on Rohit and kept my hands and mind busy with the work and soon it worked actually to divert my mind off Virat, the f***in CEO of the Sky vault.
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I quizzed through the new weekly editions when Paul barged in to the office with a cheerful smile. I gave a vague expression his way and immersed myself in the editions again. Paul relaxed on the swivel chair and tossed the McDonalds Italian Chesses Pizza before me. "Virat want some", he asked licking his fingers.
"What's the matter? Did you find a new mate? I asked checking his behavior.
"Better than that! Our editions are crashing the best priced magazines in the market", he grinned opening the box which had only one piece left. We looked at each other as if we don't care. And relaxed back, but soon I closed the lid before he could grab the piece and had my hands on the delicious thing. I gave a victory smile and held the pizza in my hand as if I had won a trophy.
"Celebration it is", Paul smiled and wiped his hands with the tissue.
"Just a step ahead, I wouldn't call it celebration until we reach number one position", I said with a grin.
"So how did you like it?" he asked.
"The pizza..." I trailed off looking at the object I was relishing till now intently. My thoughts drifted off to that day...never before and after, had pizza tasted so hot and interesting till now, not even today when I have my weekly editions leading their way to the top.
Ecstasy Pizza hut
I removed the shades and took a seat on the carpented wooden chairs. The pizza hut was different from usual ones- it was in an open place with trees around, an artificial waterfall in a corner and lots of pretty girls to be an eye feast. I bet half of the male population rush here only to look at the girls- well I thought so! Or maybe that is the reason why my interested business attendee chose this place for the formal meeting. I chose to look at the menu titling the many flavors of pizza when nothing interesting could strike my eyes.
"Sorry for making you wait Mr. Vadera, I hope you weren't bored", a young fellow apologized profusely and took a seat before me flipping his shades to reveal his eyeballs masked behind the contact lens. I drew a nasty smile, "No you chose the right place, it kept me entertained with girls and the menu accompanied me when I was bored" he smiled, "Infact I now feel I know the whole kitchen setup of this pizza hut after flipping the menu for ten times", I replied sarcastically. He drew a deep breath and apologized fervently. I nodded my head as to go on with his business talk. The waiter basked in and held the tray before him which contained McDonalds Pizza.
"I hope you won't mind having a bite of it", I asked as the young fellow made his face make symmetrical from the files he had been studying. "Yeah, sure", he said holding up a piece and tearing it with his sharp teeth. When I thought the sight of seeing him eating like a pig that hadn't had anything for century was enough I heard a female voice scream so loud that her lungs could burst any moment.
"You goofball, crappy bag of shit, douche bag, the hell you are", I turned around slowly to get a glimpse of her face and instantly I felt my face lightning up. The satisfaction of victory gets to a kickass level only when you see your little victim shout like mad at you. Her voice told me she was sure disturbed and this new found discovery shook the man hood in me to get drunk and party hard!
"I heard people lose their minds when they're kicked out of their jobs", I stood to look at her now completely. She was like one-third of what I was. I could easily topple her upside down and throw her at one hand. Despite of that I didn't understand what made her hold so much of attitude.
"Yeah right! Now you'll see what it's like to lose your mind you ***head", she glared at me. Woha! Her looks, not many girls throw those scary looks at me. If looks could kill someone, I would have died ten times by now.
"I would love to", I tried to irk her. Love your enemy; it'll piss the hell out of 'em. Love has more effect than the word hate- use it on a friend or a foe- your wish.
"You think you could get away with this, you made my boss throw me out of the job, well you don't know who you'd messed up with!", she pointed her index finger at me. I gave a wicked smile and turned about to leave.
"Whoever you are Ms. Manvi you sure are a "nobody" now so yeah, back off", I picked up my shades and put them on. I placed few bunch of notes on the table for the boy to collect and signaled the young fellow with the file to pack his things and make a clean exit.
She pushed the sleeves of her hands up and threw daggers at me. What's up with girls, first they make you mad and arouse you to harm them and then be all ready to break a leg.
"Oh yeah so Mr. The f***in I'm-so-great Virat Vadera thinks he is the king of the world huh? You better get off that thought", she replied. I flipped a finger at her before walking off.
"I swear on this pizza, I'll change my name if I won't screw your happiness Vadera", she shouted back at me. The little tigress...I laughed!
I walked back at her and stood face to face, "Well then start thinking of a new name", I smirked at her and walked a few strides only to turn back at her "And I wish you speedy recovery to get off your imaginary illness of screwing my happiness Chowdary", I laughed.
I could hear her typical word from every girl's mouth when a boy leaves off "how dare he!" but the little tigress was probably right there for the "Screwing your happiness" part, because after we broke up, there was something missing, later I figured out it's called, "happiness"!
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HAHA! Fooled you all! 😆 sorry I didn't do it intentionally, actually before I write why they broke up, I had to give some intro, right? few more flashbacks and you'd know, the story would progress in flashbacks!
Edited by ITrustMyHeart - 12 years ago
ok that question just poped out of no where i guess! :P
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