Part 1
"Yeh bhi fail ho gaya" murmured Swara, as she crossed off his name on the paper. She scanned the long list which read the remaining interviewees. Glancing at the clock which read ten to four, she took a deep sigh. She rested her head back on her chair, trying to relax. But how could she relax? She needed a perfect candidate who works hard, has relevant experience and preferably a female. Oh and of course one who took on challenges. After all they'd have to deal with the Swara Bose.
Swara quickly sat up straight. She wanted this over as soon as possible. She briefly scanned the remaining names on the list. Realizing they were all males, a disappointed Swara had begun.
'Ab jo sab ladke hi reh gaye hai, to koi acha sa, hardworking and yes hot wala mil jaye please God..' Swara pleaded within.
She quickly dialled the reception code and waited for a response, which she soon enough had got.
"Hello Swara madam. How can I help you?"
Swara looked at the next candidate for the interview and resumed her conversation with the receptionist.
"Haan, call in Mr..."
*Swara's mobile phone rings.* She picks her mobile up finding its her dad.
"Hello madam, are you still there?" broke Swara's attention towards her mobile.
"Oh yes, sorry just a second" Swara replied.
She glanced rapidly at the name and read it out.
"Yes it's Mr Sanskar Maheshwari. Call him in right away."
Upon saying this Swara quickly put the phone down and rushed to answer her dad's call on her mobile phone. She answered it.
"Swara, tum kab tak ghar aaogi?" enquired her dad.
"Bas thori hi der mein dad. Yeh aakhri interview aaj ke liye lena hai.. Acha dad main aap se baad mein baat karti hoon abhi mujhe inteeview lena hai" Swara quickly hung up and placed her mobile on her table. She waited for the next candidate to appear. 5 minutes passed but one appeared. She stood up and started walking around her cabin, but her eyes focused on the clock. 10 minutes passed, 15 minutes passed but there was still no sign of anyone. This time Swara begun to get annoyed.
"Yeh jo bhi larka hai, isse apni job ki koi fikar nahi hai kya. Ab dekhti hoon isse jab yeh aata hai. Isse to bilkul yeh position nahi milegi" decided Swara.
Soon enough 20 minutes had passed by.. Swara walked to her desk and sat on her chair. She thought of ringing up the reception to ask. But before she could even pick up the phone, she heard a knock on the door.
"May I come in madam?" a manly voice asked.
'Lagta hai aa gaya..' Swara thought to herself. She said yes, allowing the man to enter.
Swara struggled to see the man, as he opened the door slowly revealing his self, until finally the door got out of the way. Stood opposite Swara was a fair toned man with a light stubble. Wearing a black coloured three piece suit, he held a portfolio. He smiled at Swara whilst walking towards her. Swara gazed at him. He had already met one of Swara's criteria of being hot. He stood near Swara's desk opposite her.
"Hi madam, I'm here for an interview" he confirmed whilst breaking Swara's staring moment.
'Yeh kya kar rahi hai Swara. Ye to wohi hai interview wala. Mujhe itna time wait karva ke abhi aaya hai."
Swara applied her stern look towards the man. She slowly built all the anger in her again, just waiting to release it on the man. After all he had made Swara wait. Why was he going to get the job?
Edited by ayshax - 9 years ago
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