Pyaar. Mohabbat. Aashiqui
Chapter 1:
He took a strong and long drag out of his cigarette. One last drag and he flicked out of his fingers as he stepped over it and walked away. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his gray shirt. Running his hands through his unkempt hair, he pushed across the crowd of people and left the building, slamming the door behind him. He was done. He had accepted it.
"Pick up the phone, pick up the phone dammit. AK pick up the phone. I know you hear this just, please pick up the phone, come on" He gripped the steering wheel tight, closed his eyes, and grabbed the phone.
"What?" He spoke rather coldly.
"Phone maat katna, please. Listen first."
Silence.
"You've been asked to take a trip to Pune, to Mehta Industries-"
He chuckled. "Was I asked or did you fix this for me?"
Silence.
"Stop doing this for me Jay. Please. I don't want help."
"Fine. But it won't hurt. Just please go."
Silence.
"AK, please. Your flight's at 10pm tonight, and you have been called at 4pm tomorrow."
AK slammed his door and walked into his room.
"Anything else? What the - where are all my clothes?"
Still on the line, "They're packed and ready to go. You have an hour, a car's waiting for you downstairs."
"What on earth- Jay, Jay, listen to me, I don't want all- Jay I'm not going, Jay yaar, come on bhai- Jay!"
"You'll thank me later bro-" And Jay hung up.
AK forced a weak smile on his face and in an hour he was on the plane to Pune. He was so sick of everything and really wished he could sit in his balcony, play his guitar and smoke his life away. He was such a loser now- he was convinced he was- there was no other explanation. But he still listened to his best friend Jay, he didn't want to, but that was just their relation. Jay held AK up, he was the only one who took him in when everyone else spat on him. AK had that little bit of respect for Jay, if not a lot.
"Sir, please" said a well dressed lady in her green and blue uniform sari. She pointed at the sign above. - NO SMOKING- He sighed and took one more drag and disposed of it.
"Sir I hope you know our restrictions. Thank you." He nodded. He knew, but he couldn't help it.
"Oh come on, I need this to work!"
"What's wrong aapi-jaan?"
"Aziz Bhaijaan, look i need to fix this presentation for Mister Mehta and get his laptop fixed within an hour. I'm not even getting payed for overtime. If I don't do this you know-"
"I know I know - you won't be able to send money back home hmm?"
Her head fell to the floor. That was the truth. Her parents were everything for her- they believed she was doing so well in Pune and that she'd make them proud. Oh how wrong they were. She was no first class business woman. Just a repair woman and fixer at a big business. But little did they know that.
She tried hard to keep her tears from falling. She was strong and felt her job was enough, even if it came across as a hassle.
"Come on na! Just help me a little! Please" She stopped herself from breaking apart and Aziz Bhaijaan helped her.
"Aah! Thank you Bhaijaan! Thank you thank you! I'll go right now to Mister Mehta. My job is fixed, and i can send my money to my parents! Aai aur Baba kitne khush honge na? Eee, thank you!"
Aziz Bhaijaan chuckled, "Go go, jaldi!"
"Not bad at all Miss Deshmukh. Very impressive, I must say. Thank you." Mister Mehta turned back around and went to pick up a business call. As he was talking, he noticed she was still standing there. He covered the speaker and questioned why she was still here.
"Uh, woh, uhm, Sir, My paycheck .. umm, woh-"
He rolled his eyes and wrote out a check with her salary and an extra five rupees, not that it would really prove to be of extra help.
-TO MISS PURVI DESHMUKH ____ AND FIVE RUPEES-
She grabbed the check, rolled her eyes, and muttered a soft "Thank you Sir"
AK sat on his chair in the meeting hall. Though he'd lost his status, he still had his sense of picking out the best of the best, and clearly he was sitting in a hall of dumb idiots.
"Mister Kirloskar, do we have a problem?"
AK was sitting quite unprofessionally- his shirt unbuttoned at the top, his glasses resting on his head, leaning back on his chair.. you know, casual and -i - dont - give - a - damn- attitude.
"Pfft, Problem and me? Please. I think you guys have the problem."
"Pardon?"
"No no, pardon me. I'm sitting among some very untalented people and please, don't get me started about your proposal. That was very ... i don't know ... stupid?"
"Mister Arjun Kirloskar! Mind your tongue!" Arjun waved a peace sign and headed for the door with his jacket when he heard a man near the door mutter some rather unwanted comments.
"Wah, abhi bhi kaisi himmat hai- chaar saal se koi proposal nahi de paya, aur kissi aur ko stupid kehta hai? Saala bekaar kahin ka-" That did it. He lost his cool.
He grabbed the man by his collar. Boy was he shit-scared. And why wouldn't he be? Even if AK wasn't the AK anymore, he still had his charm and intimidation. The guy nodded a sorry and Arjun let him go.
He continued walking through to the lobby of Mehta industries when he saw a girl dressed in (click here) fumblingly loudly to herself. He though he saw her before.
"How stupid! They just lost a deal with such a good company! If they did this, or that, they wouldn't have gotten it." She sat behind a computer and started clicking and typing some technical stuff AK quickly recognized as he "spied" from behind a pillar. Interesting.
"Oh shit! It's 5 pm! The bank will be closed! Oh man!"
Arjun waited for the girl to leave, hoping she'd forget to turn her computer off, or at least put it to stand by. And just his luck- that's exactly what happened. He looked through the presentation she seemed to have made for herself. That's quite strange, why wasn't this used or shown? Do the people even know such an amazing proposal is sitting on this computer? Probably not, he thought to himself.
Arjun looked up to see where the girl had gone. She couldn't have gone that far. She's not a track star- but she was speeding. I can't let her go.
*Ring Ring*
Four messages from Jay
*Ring Ring*
Two missed calls from Jay
"Yeah Yeah hello, Jay, Yeah i went, i'll talk to you later yaar, abhi nahi, just wait"
"Uh hello? Hel-" Jay shook his head and rolled his eyes.
There she is. She took some money out of her beg and waited for her transaction. He could sense the worry in her body and mind. He saw the unsatisfactory feeling- he could just feel it from where he stood. But why? She's got such a good business technique- it doesn't make sense.
She was walking right passed him when he called out to her,
"Miss ... Miss! Hey!" He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.
"It's Miss Deshmukh to y- holy ... Ar-Arju-Arjun Kirloskar? AK? What the-" Her eyes suddenly turned into a little child's.
She couldn't believe it. Arjun Kirloskar, the AK, the businessman, the ultimate businessman, her role model, stood in front of her, calling out to her.
He raised an eyebrow and chuckled slightly.
"Do you wanna come to Mumbai?"
She raised an eyebrow too. "Excuse me?"
"Yeah, do you wanna come to Mumbai? I saw that .. slide show ... I like it"
She turned beet red. Arjun Kirloskar went through my computer? Oh my god.
She chuckled and turned around to keep walking. He ran in front of her. "I'm serious. You'll do so well. Here's my number, and address."
He'd walked the whole way to her house, trying his best to convince her.
"Acha tell me, Why me? Why do you care so much? I'm just a normal girl doing her job in a big business company. Why does it matter to the Arjun Kirloskar?"
"Because you deserve it. I heard you speak to yourself before, what was it "dumb and stupid" hmm? Yeah, and that presentation. Please, you speak business." She turned beet red again, was Arjun Kirloskar really praising her?
She shook her head and smiled and opened the large gates.
"You have my number right?" He screamed. She nodded and smiled as she opened her house door.
"Listen!" She turned back once more, her hair blowing ever so perfectly in the wind. She gave him a questioning look, "What now?"
He nodded nothing and smiled. She trusts me.
She set her bags aside and squealed to herself, holding the parchment he had written his number on tightly. I trust him.
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Edited by eshaaax3. - 12 years ago
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