Chapter 3
A flustered woman in a pale yellow shalwar kameez wandered through the endless maze of hallways, elevators and doors at the main office of the illustrious Khanna Industries. Uff Kripa, tu kabhi nahin sudhregi, she said to herself. She wished she had left home a few minutes earlier so she wouldn't have run the risk of being late to her first day of work.
Finally she found a directory with the room numbers of all the top administration officials. She ran her finger down the list until she found the name she was looking for. Floor nine. Wondering whether anyone had mentioned this to her before, she finally headed to the nearest elevator.
Meanwhile, the company's managing director, Angad Khanna, had just entered the building and was making his way to his office. Straightening out creases in his black suit, he walked into the elevator and pressed the button for floor nine. He wanted nothing more than to become immersed in his work so he would distract himself from what had been troubling him for the last few days.
As the fateful date of his impending engagement to Mishty Mittal was approaching, Angad was becoming more and more uncertain whether he had made the right decision. He had known Mishty since they were both toddlers. She was attractive, intelligent, wealthy and good-natured, and his parents loved her. Angad couldn't think of a single thing wrong with her, yet something did not feel right.
After leaving the elevator, he continued down a long corridor. As he reached the end, he turned left into the final hallway which would lead him to his office. He was only halfway down the hall when someone rushed out of a smaller corridor and ran smack into him.
The young woman began to fall backwards, but Angad put his arm behind her and pulled her towards himself. Her silky black hair grazed his face as he held her, just inches away from his body. Realizing that everything was okay, she let out a sigh of relief. As she brushed her hair away from her face, Angad was taken aback by her beauty. She stared at him with wide innocent eyes and chewed her lower lip nervously.
"I'm sorry, sir!" she apologized breathlessly. "Main jaldi mein thi, aur maine aapko dekha hi nahin."
"It's okay," Angad responded, releasing her from his grip. The identification badge on her jacket caught his eye. Kripa Sharma. So this was the girl who his father had selected as his new secretary.
"Achcha, main chalti hoon," she said. "Kaam ka pehla din hain, aur mujhe der ho rahi hai." After smiling at him warmly, she turned to walk down the hall.
"Um…Miss Sharma," Angad called after her. He waited for her to turn around. "Mera naam Angad Khanna hai, aur aap mere hi saath kaam karengi. Mera office is taraf hai."
Following Angad down the hallway, Kripa found herself becoming nervous. He seemed like a nice man but also quite serious. She needed the job too much to risk disappointing him. But with her absentminded nature, it wouldn't surprise her if she were fired within the first week.
In a dimly lit laboratory, a tall man in a white mask poured a mixture from one flask to another. Shaking the new flask gently, he watched the green solution slowly change to a bright blue. He took a vial of white power from the bench and was getting ready to add it to the flask, when a loud buzzing startled him. Setting both containers down, he turned to face the opposite bench on which his cell phone was vibrating, the screen flashing neon red. After checking the caller ID, he quickly answered it.
"Koyi nayi khabar?" he asked. After listening to the reply, he continued, "Tum wahaan khud gaye the? …Aur tumhen poora yaqin hai ke Angad Khanna wohi ladka hai?… Theek hai, main abhi aata hoon. Saare saboot tayyaar rakhna."
He ended the call and set his phone down. After a moment of contemplation, he picked it up again and dialed a number. "Driver, meri gaadi nikaal ke saamne le aao…Haan, wohi. Laal Mercedes."
Mukti walked out of the mall with shopping bags full of formal office wear. She noticed a shop for Hero Honda motorcycles and scooters across the street and decided to head over there. After cautiously ensuring that the four lane street was clear, she began to cross.
She had only crossed one lane when, without warning, a red car turned a corner and came barreling towards her at racing speed. Without enough time to react and move out of the way, Mukti panicked. Closing her eyes and instinctively shielding her face with her hands, she froze, anticipating the impact. Suddenly, she felt someone grab her arm and pull her out of the path of the vehicle. The car sped past her, so close that she could have reached out and touched it. Mukti felt her heart pounding in her chest as she turned to look at her rescuer.
"Prem?!" she exclaimed, immediately recognizing the disheveled hair and playful smile.
Prem was standing next to her still watching the car. "Mercedes khareed li to apne aap ko jaane kya samajhne laga!" he said, irately. Then turning to Mukti, "Aap theek to hain?"
"Haan…main to bas…Aap yahaan kya kar rahe hain?"
"Main apne doston ke saath lunch khaane aaye tha." He pointed towards a coed group sitting at a table outside a restaurant. "Mineral water lene utha to aap mujhe nazar aa gayin. Aap yeh to nahin soch rahi hain ke main aap ke peechhe peechhe yahaan pahunch gaya?" He grinned at her.
"Nahin, aisi baat nahin hai. Agar aap yahaan nahin aate to…Mujhe bachaane ke liye thank you."
"Thank you se kaam nahin chalega. Aakhir maine aap ki jaan bachaayi hai."
Mukti raised an eyebrow. "To phir?"
"Aap ko mujhse dosti karni padegi." He reached out his hand.
Mukti hesitated for a moment before taking it.
"Ab to muskura dijiye," Prem requested her.
"Do minute pehle maine maut ko itne qareeb se dekha, aur aap mujhe mukruaana ko keh rahe hain? Abhi tak dil zoron se dhadak raha hai."
"Haan, aksar mere saamne aane ka ladkiyon pe yehi asar hota hai."
Mukti laughed at this remark. She was already getting accustomed to his flirtatiousness.
Prem smiled. "Yeh huwi na baat. Waise, agar aap ki shopping khatam ho gayi ho to main aap ko ghar chhod sakta hoon."
"Thanks, lekin abhi mujhe kuch aur kaam bhi hai. Aap apne friends ke saath enjoy kijiye."
"Okay, no problem. Sadak dekh ke cross kariega."
Mukti smiled. "See you later."
"See you."
Finally walking towards the Hero Honda dealership, Mukti scolded herself for judging Prem so harshly earlier that morning. She knew she needed to stop being so apprehensive of others all the time. The only way to make friends was to occasionally let down her guard.
Promo 4
Angad stood in the center of the hall sipping champagne with his friends. Standing next to him, Mishty glowed with happiness as she kept glancing up at him. As Angad turned to accept congratulations from a friend who had just joined them, Mukti finally had a clear view of him.
She had to admit that he was a very handsome man. Dressed in a black tuxedo, his tall figure appeared dignified and confident. His restrained smile and intense, dark eyes gave him a mysterious look. He wore an expensive Rolex watch and a golden chain and pendant around his neck.
The pendant caught Mukti's attention as it seemed very familiar. She took a few steps forward until its design came into focus. It was a unique symbol. Within a large circle was embedded a triangle, within that was a star, and within that a circular bright blue colored gem.
Mukti clutched the identical pendant around her neck in shock. How could this be possible?
Edited by SuhanaSafar - 17 years ago
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