SanDhir FF: Espresso Love (Ch.39 P.111 Dec.02) - Page 25

Originally posted by: ruchi159

Awesome

Originally posted by: basket_101

Manuuu :D

As usual, thank you sooo much for such a lovely comment :D

Always a pleasure to read ^_^

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Hinal

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Originally posted by: Lunalovegood

Sanyukta graduated so late😲

Sammer

he must have blackmailed her

was that sanyukta's POV at the end

Yesshhh finally her entry now

Its gonna be interesting to see their first meet after so many years

moi waiting for the next update

Originally posted by: .scarlet.

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Update whenever you can .. No pressure from my side :)

Still your Monday night is my Tuesday morning :P

PART TEN - DARK ROAST

Entering the Shekhawat Corporation, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief knowing he was getting all that he deserved. I knew this was what he wanted, and it made me happy to know that he didn't compromise with his dreams.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped towards the receptionist. I had my hopes on having another person interviewing me. I mean it's usually the HR that deals with these hiring procedures right? He probably doesn't even know that I'm a candidate.

"Hello, how may I help you Ma'am?" the receptionist asked politely.

"Hello, I'm Sanyukta Agarwal. I have an interview for an internship here."

"Sure thing, just let me check the database," she excused herself. But then I remembered, "Excuse me!"

"Yes?"

"It's probably under the name of Sanyukta Mittal," I added cautiously.

"Just got married?" she asked with a bright smile I only wish I could reciprocate. But not wanting to get into any details, I agreed.

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"Mrs. Shekhawat... That has a nice ring to it no?" he asked, his arms snaked around my waist and his lips near my ear. I smiled and leaned back further into him.

"What if I want to keep Agarwal though?" I said just to tease him.

"Well it could be Mrs. Sanyukta Agarwal Shekhawat, but it's way too long don't you think?"

I could feel him smirking behind me. I entwined my fingers with his, kissing the back of his hand in the process.

"You have no idea how excited I am for this Randhir! It's our final year finally!" I turned to him, excited about what the future was holding for us.

He smiled widely, a twinkle in his eyes that said much more than any words ever could. "This is our year," he whispered, kissing my forehead.

"Get a room guys!" Parth yelled. I tried straightening out of the hold but he held me back. "Why don't you give us yours Parth?" Randhir smirked.

I hid my face in my palms, not ever ready for this sort of a conversation. Elbowing him quickly, I escaped his hold. "See you in class," I muttered before leaving for the library.

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I smiled at the memory as I observed the nameplate. Shekhawat...

Soon enough, I was asked to go on the 12th floor by the receptionist for the interview. Upon reaching there, I first took several deep breaths to calm myself. Stepping out, I looked for a waiting room, but was greeted by yet another receptionist.

"Hello Mrs. Mittal, Mr. Shekhawat will be with you in a moment. Just take a seat in the room to your left. You will be requested to enter the interviewing room momentarily," she spoke fluidly, yet everything after hisname seemed to be incoherent. I felt my throat drying up, knowing he was right here. Knowing he will be interviewing me. Knowing we were going to meet again.

I drank some water as I took a seat, the anxiety attacking each and every nerve of mine. The wait was killing me. A part of me just wanted to escape, but another part (and a much larger one too) needed to stay back; needed to see him and to hear him for maybe what will be one last time. But before I could gather my thoughts, I was asked to go to the interviewing room.

As I headed towards the room, the one thought that occupied my mind was of facing him. How am I going to face him? What will I say? Did he knowingly choose to interview me or is he in for a rude awakening?

The glass door stood tall in front of my eyes. I peeked in, wanting to get a glimpse of him before he had one of me. I saw the silhouette of two people in the centre of the room, files scattered across the length of the table. I thought it was only going to be him.

I steadied myself with a deep breath, and opened the door.

"Good morning gentlemen. I'm here for my interview," I said, trying to muster as much confidence as I could in my voice. I looked at the man who had his back towards me; it looks like... him.

And as if he heard my thoughts, he turned around. My breath hitched upon the sight; it was him.