It was the third night this week alone...
It was almost three months since she had become his PA. His original PA had suddenly decided to get married and not come back to work after her vacation so she had been forced to stay on. What with the rent, household expenses, Kuhu's college fees and demands of money from Muskaan, she hadn't been able to pay off more than a quarter of her loan from the company. Since he kept her at the office so late, he had no choice but to give her a lift home. He didn't glance her way even once throughout the journey yet when they reached her doorstep, he always had a tiny smile on his face. It was very strange. She couldn't work out why he would suddenly smile like that; it was so unlike his crazy demeanor at the office.
Every time he gave her a lift home, the odd stares, the giggles behind her back and the sudden cessation of conversation in the office the next day would get worse. She had overheard snatches of trailing conversation..."what do they do so late at night?"..."his previous PA always went home by 7pm"..."why would someone like HIM give HER a lift, kuch tho hai inn dono ke beech"...She knew what they thought she did so late at night...the direction their dirty thoughts took them made her feel disgusted with the people surrounding her on a daily basis. Little did they know how he made her run around without a minutes rest, giving her nasty glares if she even sat down to rest for five minutes. The few times she had tried to complain had been answered with the threat of the loan, a loan she deeply regretted ever taking from the company.
Her grandmother had warned her that people in the community had started to talk as well, making snide comments about her & her boss when her grandmother passed by. A few even had the gall to ask directly if there was a "special" relationship that they should know of between them. She had tried to explain that she had no choice yet everyone kept on telling her to leave the job, but she knew that was not an option. Since she hadn't told her family about the loan, they couldn't understand why she wouldn't resign. Each night she came home late, she saw the anger and dislike increase on her grandmother's face. It hurt her...she couldn't explain why it hurt her so much even to this day. She had always known that her grandmother didn't like her yet the pain didn't lessen from that knowledge. Every time she witnessed Kuhu or Muskaan being hugged or kissed, she felt a deep stab of pain through her chest. She had to grit her teeth to hold back the tears, instead she would quickly and quiet walk away so they didn't see the longing for her grandmothers' affection in her eyes.
She knocked on the door and waited stiffly, knowing his gaze was on her back. She was sure that if he could, he would have cut a hole through her back with his hate filled glare.
The door swung open, framed within was Muskaan with a look of worry on her face. She turned around to thank him, only he was standing right behind her, gazing past her with that creepy smile on his crazy face. She let out an involuntary squeak of surprise before calming herself enough to mutter a "thank you". She waited for him to stop doing his impression of a crazed pervert but he carried on, as if she didn't exist. She sighed, mentally wished him dead, turned around and walked in.
He stood there, trying to wipe the smile off his face. The only reason he kept that blabber mouth scatter-brained girl as his PA was so he could see HER for a few seconds every time he gave a lift home. He felt something stiff against his leg. It started to vibrate. He realized he had a call and quickly dug inside his pocket. As he brought the phone to his ear, he heard a sharp noise from inside the house, like the sound of a slap. He paused...but there were no further noises so he got into his car and drove away. Somebody must have dropped something...
Things were becoming unbearable; she had to do something...
Sambhav burst into the office, braying like a horse and shouted "guess what your PA is up to?". He didn't answer; he had zero interest in what his PA was up to. She had rushed past him this morning, almost running to her desk and not looked at him even once. Every time he looked at her she turned her face away, her eyes darting here and there in frenzy. He had no clue what the hell was wrong with her but put it down to inevitable lunacy. Sambhav brayed again "she is going to start modelling!" he cackled and threw his head back, looking all the more like a demented donkey. He put his hands over his face, praying for patience. Sambhavs words hit him all at once. "She what?!" he exclaimed. "Outside the building this morning I heard her on the phone to someone saying she needed money urgently. Soon after a fat short guy in a pink suit came over to her and offered her his card" said Sambhav as he pranced around the office. "I heard him say something about sexy little items and bare skin but they were too far away for me to hear everything". He frowned, thinking of the kind of modelling that required "sexy little items and bare skin" but couldn't imagine miss prim and proper doing anything of that nature. Her bashans about right and wrong were enough to kill a man stone dead. She would never do that kind of modelling. "I heard him tell her to come to the company at 6pm tomorrow" said Sambhav as he left the office.
It was lunch time before she left her desk. Usually she would run around like a bunny on drugs but today she had not left her desk even once! She definitely was on the fast lane to lunacy! He made sure she had left before quickly going over to her desk. As expected it was a mess, how the hell she ever found anything was a miracle! He ran his eyes over the stacks of files and papers and suddenly noticed a small rectangle, pink in color of course, peeping out from under her keyboard. He eased it out and read the name and address on it before putting it back as it had been. He typed in "Touch Modelling Agency" and waited. It didn't take long before his screen was filled with half naked girls wearing skimpy lingerie, with garish makeup and straw like hair. His jaw gaped open, his eyes bulged and his body became still.
"AAARRGGHHH!!!"
He heard the scream right next to his ear, shocking him out of his trance. He jerked back from the desk, whacking his knee on the edge of it. He clasped his knee, groaning with the pain. "Damn you!" he cursed, then groaned again as he realized she was standing there, staring at his computer screen. "shit shit shit" he whispered to himself. He could feel his face becoming hot with embarrassment. What was he supposed to say?! He took a deep breath and gathered himself to offer an explanation but when he looked up she was nowhere to be seen. He looked over to her desk but all he could see was a barrier of files being hastily erected. He put his head down again and pulled at his hair to bring himself to his senses.
She finished building the wall of files and peeped over the top to see what he was up to. He suddenly popped out from under the desk, his hair sticking out in all directions like the freak he was. No not just a freak, a perverted freak! Her face must still be red from what she had seen on his screen. Of all the times he had to do his depraved business he chose to do it while at work. Damned pervert! Not only did she have to hide herself from him but now she had to pretend she hadn't seen those naked women on his computer!
That loan was a curse! The job was a curse! The man was a curse!
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