Silent Whispers
-CHAPTER SEVEN-
Blood, Sweat and Tears
"Ms. Gupta? You can go in now."
It was a perfect day, or so Khushi thought as she
straightened her blazer for the umpteenth time that morning. The day she
dreamed about ever since she decided to pursue a career in business management.
The day she eagerly waited for since the beginning of her MBA degree. She was
finally giving her first job interview, and that too in the famous AR Designs.
She couldn't have asked for more.
Muttering a quick thanks to the receptionist, she made her
way up the small staircase to the second floor, where her entire future lay. Like
many things in her life, she was prepared for this interview. Whether it was
having relentlessly reviewed every possible aspect of the company or being perfectly
dressed in a fitted black suit, she was ready.
And the fact that there was no other candidate who had more
experience or interest in the position than her only added to her confidence.
So, along with receiving good luck from her brother that morning, she also
prepared herself to accept the position the moment it would be offered to her.
All these thoughts paused, however, when she reached the
second floor landing and was momentarily stunned to see that it was entirely
occupied by a single room - the CEO's office.
Surrounded by translucent walls, the room appeared to be well arranged
to say the least.
Anjali would be
impressed, Khushi thought to herself as she knocked on the glass door.
"Come in," came a muffled voice in reply.
Putting on a determined smile, she entered the office. Her
perfect day, however, ended as soon as she walked around the enormous mahogany
desk, and stood directly in front of the CEO.
Her mouth hit the floor.
"Well, well, well birthday girl," he said, in a striking baritone
voice. "We meet again."
Khushi couldn't believe her eyes - It was the very stranger
she had vowed to never see again; the
man she unceremoniously kissed the previous night amidst a very poignant
confession to who should have been her boyfriend.
All sense of the interview fled her mind as she shrieked, "You?!"
"Yes, me," he answered calmly, the smirk she detested oh so
much, wide on his face.
It was as if things suddenly fell into place. "You are Arnav Singh Raizada?! The owner
of this company?!"
"Yup, the very same."
If the world stopped spinning, it would have been at the
moment. Khushi gaped at him, as she desperately tried to understand the
situation at hand. How was Akash's brother the owner of AR Designs, one of leading clothing companies in Delhi? And why did
she not know about it? After all, the Raizada's were one of the famous families
in town.
"Hi, I'm Khushi...
Khushi Kumari Gupta."
"Nice meeting you
Khushi... My name is Akash - Akash Singh."
Akash's words reverberated in her mind, as she realized with
a jolt that he purposefully hid his identity from the very first time they met.
Despite knowing her obsession to make a place in the competitive corporate
world for more than two years, he kept his heritage a secret. Wasn't it just
yesterday that she was telling him how much she wanted to earn a job in AR Designs?
Khushi felt betrayed.
It was as if someone rudely woke her up from a very pleasant
dream. Of course, she felt none of it. She had been through enough in her
childhood for things this small to affect her. No, instead what she felt was
her own stupidity for overlooking the signs. Why blame Akash for lying, when
she willing played along with it? Not once did she ask why he lived in such a
gorgeous mansion in one the richest areas of the city or what his family did
for a living.
"So, A.R. doesn't stand for Arnav Raizada," she said to
herself making all the connections.
"Not really," Arnav said, watching her with amusement. "It's
for Arnav, Anjali and Akash Raizada actually."
Khushi was suddenly aware of the lone audience in front of
her. "You mean Akash Singh Raizada... that's his full name, right?"
"Judging by your tone, I'm guessing this is the first time
you heard it."
She didn't reply.
"It would do you well to know that you aren't the first
person my brother has hid things from. It's almost a habit for him nowadays."
"Well, judging from your
tone," she retorted. "You have been subjected to this habit of his."
"Guilty as charged," he said, the least bit stung at her words.
"But it's only a matter of time before he comes around..."
"To what? Work as your assistant, giving up his talent?"
Khushi watched in satisfaction as the smirk from Arnav's
face dropped. Clearly this was a topic he didn't like to discuss.
"You won't understand," Arnav said, seriously.
"I may not," she agreed. "But I sure do know your little
brother more than you think you know
him. He is not going to give up
painting, just because a elitist like you doesn't think it's a gift."
"It's not the point of what I think - It's the point of
traditions. Akash has a responsibility towards this family. It's his duty to follow my father's footsteps."
"And what about your
responsibility towards him?" she fired. "Surely family doesn't force someone to
do what they don't like!"
"You know him for two years, but I know him since he was two years. All he needs is
a little push, and then he will realize what he is really good at."
"And what is that?"
"This," Arnav replied, holding out his arms. "His legacy."
Khushi snorted. "Legacy?
Seriously? This company just started!
Compared to all the other leading corporates in the country, AR Designs is
practically a baby."
Arnav stared incredulously at her, before asking, "Do you
even know how AR Designs was formed?"
"Of course," she answered promptly. "You started it four years ago when you
finished your MBA at Harvard."
"Wrong. I took over this company from my late father's
advisors, and reformed it to AR
Designs. And before you bombard me with questions, let me tell you that this
company was previously known as Kiran Textiles - Kiran being my mother."
Khushi was surprised. "But-"
"Yeah, I know," he said, not letting her finish. "There was
nothing written about that when you
were doing your research last night. But that just goes on to say that there
are a lot of things you don't know about this company or my family. So, let's
cut to the chase, shall well?"
Khushi gritted her teeth. She did not like being wrong.
"Fine," she snapped. "Then I will leave."
"What?" he said, confused. "Why? I thought you were here for
an interview?"
"Were being the
key word Mr. Raizada... but there is no point to it now."
"Then why don't you enlighten me about what changed in the
past five minutes that no longer makes you a keen applicant for this position?"
Khushi didn't miss the sudden change in his tone - he was
back to his proud self.
"The fact that you are my boyfriend's brother," she answered
sarcastically. "And unlike the applicants downstairs, who just want to lounge
around in a fancy cabin all day, I know what it means to hold a position in
this company. It will be unprofessional if I apply."
"Are you sure it's just that?"
She clenched her hands in annoyance, having understood
exactly what he was hinting at. "Yes, it's just that."
Arnav, however, seemed to disagree. He swiftly stood up from
his chair, much to her discomfort, and grabbed the file she was holding from
across the table.
"Hey!" she yelled. "That's mine!"
But it was too late. He had already sat down and began reading
her numerous certifications.
"Khushi Kumari Gupta is it?" he read out loud. "But I like
birthday girl more. It has a nice sort of ring to it, don't you think?"
"Give it back!"
she bellowed, walking around the desk to rip her file out of his hands.
"Relax Miss Gupta," he answered nonchalantly. "Making a
scene would also be considered very unprofessional.
Besides, you took so much trouble to make this CV... the least I can do is give
it a look."
Khushi didn't have a choice, but to resume her position in
front of his desk.
"Sit," he ordered.
"No thank you," she replied, stubbornly crossing her arms
across her chest. "I won't be here for long."
"Suit yourself," he said, slightly shrugging his shoulders
"But since I dedicated my precious time reading about you, at least let me ask
you a couple of questions, for formality sake?"
"Why don't you just say that you want to talk to me?"
Arnav grinned. "How about we start with these exceptional qualifications?
Did you actually do all that is written here or did you make it up for a good
first impression?"
"Of course they are real! I'm a brilliant student - I don't need fake certifications to prove it."
"Okay, so tell me then. Why didn't such a brilliant student go
to Harvard?"
Khushi's face fell. "I didn't apply."
"Liar."
"How would you know? You have known me for five minutes!"
"You break my heart birthday girl... what about all the passionate moments we spent together
last night? You forgot them so soon?"
She glared at him in reply.
"Okay, no jokes," he said, in a way of surrender. "But you
can't deny the fact that with grades like yours, you should be at Harvard."
"I didn't want to go."
"You didn't want
to, or you couldn't?"
"It's called having responsibilities Mr. Raizada," she
snapped. "I couldn't leave my family, so I declined my acceptance. Are you
satisfied?"
"So you settled for FMS?" he clarified. "Funny... you don't
seem to be the settling type."
"And you care because...?"
"Because it leads directly to my next question - why did you
choose this company for an internship?"
A line appeared on Khushi's forehead, as she tried to
understand what he meant by such a simple question. When she couldn't, however,
her reply flowed easily from her lips, having rehearsed it well.
"Because AR Designs is one of the leading clothing
manufacturers in Delhi. The growth it has experienced in just the last year is
remarkable to say the least, not to mention the new branches you have opened
up, international deals you have signed... It's truly admirable."
"I think you misunderstood my question," Arnav said. "Why
did you settle for AR Designs, when
you could have easily gotten this internship at Joshi and Sons, the leading company of this city?"
Khushi's face paled. She wasn't prepared to answer this
question.
"What happened?" he asked, when she remained quiet. "Didn't
think I would join the dots?"
"What dots?"
"You are an ambitious girl Miss Gupta - your CV says that
loud and clear. So tell me why you don't want to work in the number one company, as stated by the market since the last ten years?"
"AR Designs is behind in sales by only three-point-six
percent. I don't consider that much of a difference."
"Nevertheless, it is
still a difference. This company by all definitions is not the best there is...
so tell me, why choose it?"
"It's a matter of personal preference Mr. Raizada. I thought
this company has a lot more for me to learn than Joshi and Sons."
"Or," he said, watching her closely. "You can't work there."
Khushi stared at Arnav, not knowing if he knew the
implications of what he said. "And what if I said I don't want to work there?"
Arnav snorted. "You really expect me to believe that? You
are ambitious... you want to make it big in this field and I'm confident you shed
blood and sweat to make sure you are the best applicant for this position. I'm
not too sure about the tears though... you don't come off as the sentimental
type."
"So, if you know so much about me," she said heatedly. "Then
why don't you answer your own questions?"
"Oh no... this is what I
think about you. I have no means of knowing whether it's true or not.
"Well here is a thought Mr. Raizada - Why don't you leave
your speculations about me and my life alone, and carry on with the interviews.
I'm sure many people downstairs are waiting."
"You mean the same applicants, who just want to lounge
around in a fancy cabin all day?"
"Yes, those," she snapped. "Can I have my file back now?
"You can," he said, holding it out to her. "But I do urge you to reconsider... As you said, there is a lot you can learn
here."
"But that doesn't change the fact that its very unprofessional of me to work here,
especially after what happened last night."
He opened his mouth to object, but Khushi cut him off. "I
think we are done. Good day Mr. Raizada."
And she left without another glance.
Arnav watched her go, a slight smile playing on his lips. He
called his secretary and said in an unusually good mood, "Send everyone home -
I'm done interviewing."
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