Hi All. Thanks for the likes and comments. Here is the first part:
Part 1
"Then why have you come to waste our time???" The middle aged man almost barked.
Riya felt it impossible to even move her neck, her body shaking now.
"Who is your favorite actor?" came the voice of a young man from the other side of the room. Riya looked at the middle aged man, who smiled. Then she looked towards the source of the voice. The young man who was looking into the files from the corner of the room was now standing beside the shelves with both arms crossed against his chest. She couldn't get her eyes off him for some seconds. He looked beyond handsome in a crisp white shirt and blue jeans. The seriousness of his face reflected as if he had asked a very important question. She continued to look at him without uttering a single word, and then she moved her neck in the direction of the middle aged man sitting in front of her. She didn't want to answer a question like this, but the middle aged man said,
"You are supposed to reply..."
"No one" she replied softly, her eyes looking at her hands in her lap.
"Why?"
She again looked up to the man who stood still the same way.
"I do not watch movies."
"Why not?" This time she looked at him in helplessness. But the man did not seem to take pity on her.
"Your favorite tv actor?"
""I do not watch tv."
"Why not" He again repeated the same question. She did not know what to say. Without replying to him, she began look ahead. But he now left his position and was coming towards the middle aged man, who stood up from his chair when the young man approached, and took another seat on the other side of the table.
"Who is your favorite author?"
Instead of repeating his previous question, he asked another one while sitting on the revolving chair.
"I do not read books" she began to get nervous in his presence.
"What are your pass times then?" He asked another question. This time she remained silent.
"What does your father do?"
"He is no more."
"And your mother?"
"She died long ago"
There was no sign of regret on his face, neither did his tone change.
"Do you have any siblings?"
"No"
"Where do you live, then?"
"At my Aunt's"
"Do you know how tough a PA's job is?" At this question, she looked at his face.
"We provide a lot of benefits but we do not tolerate any negligence. There will be times when you would have to stay after working hours especially when there is any dealing with foreign delegates and this happens quite frequently. Sometimes you will have to stay till night. Will you be able to follow this schedule?"
This time she replied without any difficulty, "No"
This man looked at the other man and back to her. Without saying any further, he suddenly stood up.
"Okay, appoint her and give her the appointment letter now."
He went back towards the shelf, grabbed his files and walked out of the office. She looked at his back with her mouth open.
"Miss Riya, you may now sit in the waiting room, you will receive your appointment letter in a while." The middle aged man said in a completely different tone. She came outside the office in a state of disbelief, without asking any questions.
"Are interviews normally like this???" she kept asking herself repeatedly.
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If there was something called "love at first sight" in this world, then Karan Singh had fallen into it right away. It was just a co-incidence that he had gone into his manager's room this morning to look into the files of their previous project and decided to stay during the interview. He was looking into the papers when he heard the soft, afraid voice of a girl who was replying to the manager's questions. He glanced casually at her and couldn't take her eyes off her face. She kept responding to the questions in embarrassment, announcing her incompetence. He could not stay quiet any longer and asked a silly question, on purpose. The girl got startled and looked at him. There was surprise in her eyes and the expressions on her face mesmerized Karan Singh in the first look. She was very beautiful but there was something else about her too. There was an attraction which he was unable to understand. He could not stop himself from getting involved in the interview. He knew she was getting disturbed from his questions, almost on the verge of tears.
But all he wanted was to talk to her.
To continue to look at her.
To hear her voice.
And, so her appointed her.
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Since it was a first part, i have kept it small on purpose. Kindly leave comments o i can know if you want me to continue. I will continue writing only in case i get feedback from you all.
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