1-Deadly DemiseI walk in through the double rotating doors and at once the chanting starts.
"Good Morning, Sir" I don't even bother to nod as various different faces and figures wish a hearty good morning. Mostly the voices are seductive, belonging to those women who want me in their panties. I pity them for their choice of workplace as Raman Kumar Bhalla doesn't bed women who work at RS Enterprises, not mine but soon to be mine and currently my dad's company.
Originally, I was going to start my own venture but dad had been so grumpy about the idea. Bottom-line, my father is a shrewd businessman under the facade of a good old santa-like-uncle. Most of the interviews for the company are informal chats where my dad fishes out the best talents from the vast sea and puts them under me to tutor according to the company needs. He creates a friendly environment where people feel free to communicate but I don't function like him. I am that mean, rude and dominating boss that might fire your ass for one silly mistake. My fear makes the employees running on their toes and this balance makes me and dad a formidable pair but somewhere in my dad's mind I see that fear; he still thinks I might walk out.
"Good morning, Raman", my daddy fears are interrupted by my secretary Ms Briganza, the only woman who can give me teasing looks and caresses; she is 57 by the way and still a Ms. She is my workplace mother and one can see my resolve to not f**k at workplace, by the company I keep myself surrounded with. One doesn't shit where they eat, right? The same way one doesn't f**k where they work.
"Mr Bhalla summoned you to the main hall, newbies have arrived."
RS enterprises is ingesting lots of newbies nowadays. RS means Raman/Romi/Rinki and S for Simmi. You didn't guess, right?
"Raman, I want you to meet someone." the happy smile on dad's face says that he has yet another budding talent and can't wait for my approval. I try to look happy but actually I am bored. I like to work myself than bark orders at others and if new people add on then I would just be the son-of-a-rich-man-took-over-daddys-venture boy.
Reluctantly I walk into the bustling crowd and long dark hairs capture my attention. I know it in my mind as I see her back and the suspicions are confirmed when I see those long legs but still I want to deny it.
Where oh where I didn't find her. I went to that hotel regularly to get glimpse of her, asked random people if they knew any Ishita and here she was turning over her heels, smiling slightly as recognition dawns on her face and extending her hand for me. I casually take it in my mine and give a light squeeze, wondering what else I could squeeze on her body, yeah that's what I was finding her for.
"So this is your new job?"
"You remember? Yes, Mr Bhalla, I mean your dad interviewed me and I couldn't help noticing the full wall length pictures of yours in his office." a confident smile. I like independent and confident women, a stark contrast to Shagun.
"Why didn't you tell me that night?"
"Surprise" she laughs a hearty smile and for a moment I just feel like staring and like a bullet the thought pierces my heart-no distractions at work place. No f**king with coworkers. I gulp remembering my own rules. If this woman will work with me, how will I control?
Before I can think, my dad comes with the plan of my demise, "Raman, she is remarkable, her ideas are so tempting and fresh. I am assigning her the cabin next to yours. She is so talented that even you can learn from her." pinch pinch, that hurt.
Firstly, newbies are given cubicles, the small square or rounded ones not cabins.
Secondly, she cannot teach me business. I am the tutor, I am the master. Yes that's my ego.
Third and last point, her room next to mine would mean that all the 8hrs of the day, an enticing female body will be pacing back and forth in those tight shirts and fitted pencil skirts and those long hairs, dad you really want me to walk out, don't you?
I try to hide my surprise but a fierce anger grips me at the thought of this woman. This is the second time I am meeting her and already she is heavy on my mind, controlling me, challenging me. In a way its good. If I hate her I wont lust her. I make it my new mantra and look at her, feigning indifference.
"Lets see dad, how good an asset she proves for us." the mirth in my voice, my raised eyebrows sure wipe that little smile off her face. Yes that's how I like women, confident in front of others but chicken in front of me.
I walk out, giving a last nod to dad, planning in my mind the various tricks to avoid those deep dark eyes.
o~Kaate na kate, leta hai ye karvate
Din mera.. din mera~o
A/N-
I know the song lines sound lame🥱😆
Writing in first person perspective for the first time. Do tell if it sounds weird.😳
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Edited by Scribble_Tweety - 10 years ago
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