Arhi/Premeer:Pyar ki Naiyaa P 1-3 Pg 1

PART-1 ( PREMEER)

'O god!!! I am Late' he mumbled hysterically jumping and avoiding few flights of stairs as he reached downstairs.

Tucking his shirt while grabbing an apple and kissing his mom goodbye, he sprinted towards the exit turning deaf ears to his mother's plea of having breakfast.

'Prem!!!', Gayatri Juneja exclaimed in distress as his work alcoholic son skipped his breakfast fourth time in a row and grumbled to herself when she heard heavy footsteps.

Turning back she saw Prem sprinting back but heading towards their Pooja room.

Curious as she was right at the moment followed her son and found him hymning furiously and nervously in front of God.

'Kya Ram Ji.. please aj kuch ulta mat karma mere saath' today is the 4^th day aur aj mujhe yeh kam poora karna hi hai. Help your Prem please.. Sab Aapke hi bharose hai"

Prem turned around and found his mother's eyeing him with pool of confusion. Lowering his lashes he crossed his mother and found his brother Preet grinning naughtily at him.

'Kya PB??? Settin ho gayi, Ram ji k saath?", he grinned wildly and Prem mocked a fist at him but stopped when Preet indicated him his watch.

'Khabardaar.. and keep shut', was all he said while leaving.

Preet Juneja was to grab another bite of the banana when he found it to be snatched by his mother.

'Ma'.', Preet whined like a baby as his attempts of getting back his banana failed a number of times from his mother.

'Pehle information'phir khana', his mother declared with a jailor expression.

'Kaunsa Information?', Preet acted innocent but his mother's counter attack shook him.

'Ramu'', Gayatri called for their servant. ' Yeh Breakfast aur fruits sare bahar phek dena.. aj breakfast nahi hogi'

'Ma..ma..ma', Preet stopped his mother from taking the dangerous decision'

'Pehle Information?', Gayatri gave a sly same as she saw his son huffing in defeat.

"Chaliye batata hoon' , he declared taking his banana back and leading his mother to their living room

PART-1 ( Arhi)

'O god!!! I am Late' he mumbled hysterically jumping and avoiding few flights of stairs as he reached downstairs.

Tucking his shirt while grabbing an apple and kissing his mom goodbye, he sprinted towards the exit turning deaf ears to his mother's plea of having breakfast.

'Arnav!!!', Manorama Singh Raizada exclaimed in distress as his work alcoholic son skipped his breakfast fourth time in a row and grumbled to herself when she heard heavy footsteps.

Turning back she saw Arnav sprinting back but heading towards their Pooja room.

Curious as she was right at the moment followed her son and found him hymning furiously and nervously in front of God.

'Kya Ram Ji.. please aj kuch ulta mat karma mere saath' today is the 4^th day aur aj mujhe yeh kam poora karna hi hai. Help your Arnav please.. Sab Aapke hi bharose hai"

Arnav turned around and found his mother's eyeing him with pool of confusion. Lowering his lashes he crossed his mother and found his brother Akash grinning naughtily at him.

'Kya BHAI??? Settin ho gayi, Ram ji k saath?", he grinned wildly and Arnav mocked a fist at him but stopped when Akash indicated him his watch.

'Khabardaar.. and keep shut', was all he said while leaving.

Akash Singh Raizada was to grab another bite of the banana when he found it to be snatched by his mother.

'Ma'.', Akash whined like a baby as his attempts of getting back his banana failed a number of times from his mother.

'Pehle information'phir khana', his mother declared with a jailor expression.

'Kaunsa Information?', Akash acted innocent but his mother's counter attack shook him.

'Hari Prakash'', Manorama called for their servant. ' Yeh Breakfast aur fruits sare bahar phek dena.. aj breakfast nahi hogi'

'Ma..ma..ma', Akash stopped his mother from taking the dangerous decision'

'Pehle Information?', Manorama gave a sly same as she saw his son huffing in defeat.

"Chaliye batata hoon' , he declared taking his banana back and leading his mother to their living room

PART -2 (Premeer)

'to Kaha se shuru kare?' , questioned Preet settling himself on the seat.

'Mulakat', Gayatri declared and Preet paused wide eyed.

'how did you know this is a girl related thing?', Preet curious but his mother shrugged of the query.

'Ma hoon tum logo ki… I know everything', and Preet stood up to that answer.

'you know everything then why are you asking me? Main chalta hoon', he just took a step away when Gayatri called

'Ramu….!!'

'Ramu ko kyun takleef deti hai ma?? ', he butt in and took back his position. 'Batata hoon na.. to kaha they hum?'

'Mulakat' Gayatri reminded in a straight tone.

'o ya Mulakat…'

***Mulakat***

1 month ago

The hustle and bustle of a normal metro city Mumbai was same as everyday. Everyone was pacing towards something and everyone busy, everyone in an attempt to achieve something and 'The Connection Caf 'was a place to witness all these. Being situated at the heart of the all the corporate area, the caf was filled up and chaotic 24X7.

This is the place where a cup of magical coffee added fuel to someone's idea and that turned into a big and flourishing project. This is the place that saw mini get together of many newcomers, trainees for their succession over some project. Be it smile, tear, strategy, celebration, calculation, patch up or breakup the place has seen it all.

'Kulraaj!!!', Kiran yelled and Kulraaj came running towards the counter to find her husband in a terrible mood. It was barely 9 and the caf was overflowing with people of all the companies for their breakfast.

'What happened Kiran?', she kneaded his neck to ease him off.

'Kya hua?', he gritted. 'You are my partner in my business but here I am all alone bearing these bunches of trouble'

'Kiran woh hamare customers hai', she almost shouted.

' Ya ya.. customers hai.. but look at that what's his name ya Mridul', he pointed to one boy sitting with 4 cups in front of him. ' Ab se 4 cup pee chuka hai and asking for 5^th one.'

'Ha to muft ka thodi pee raha hai, he's paying.', Kulraaj replied.

'Ya, but now my coffee machine will give up. Itne variations to hamare machine main bhi nahin hai. 1^st cup was more milk less coffee. 2^nd cup was black coffee with whipped cream on top.'

'ew!!! What type of coffee is that?', Kulraaj questioned with her nose wrinkled.

'Pata nahin…but the main thing is tumhare customers ke nakhro se main tang aa gaya hoon. Ab to workers bhi gusse main hai. Tum ne hi inko lad pyaar se sar pe chara k rakhha hai', he spat out and Kulraaj gave a smile.

She knew his reason of irritation. She knew he loved all of the customers as all of them considered it to be their 2^nd home. Kulraaj and Kiran had a friendly relation with each one of them as they were regular customers. All of them were considered as family and they were treated like home and therefore 'the Connection Caf was the no. 1 caf of the area.

Kiran was fussing and was irritated for a mere superstitious matter. His lucky regular customer had not arrived yet and it was his believe that without serving a cup of hot steaming coffee to him, his sales for the day wouldn't fare well.

'… Papa I don't need a secretary', Kiran's lucky customer stepped in, talking overphone . His handsome and adorable face had a disproving look and his hand continuously rubbing his temples to calm down his senses.

'Prem agaya… balle balle Prem agaya', Kiran happily rushed towards the coffee machine getting his coffee ready.

'.. thik hai bula lijiye interview ke liye, but I will reject them all.' Prem disconnected the line and he reached towards the counter where Kiran was ready with his order before his declaration.

'Hey Kiran , Hey Kulraaj', he greeted them politely and smiled as saw his cup ready.

'Hey sweety…' Kulraaj greeted back. 'How are we today?'

'terrible!!! Don't ask', Prem replied.

'Arrey yaar.. coffee pee lo tumhara mood thik ho jayega', Kiran pushed the coffee cup to him.

Prem mumbled a thanks and was about to search for a seat when he heard a howl and turned towards the entry and saw a girl running towards him.

'GOLU!!!!!', she sprinted till him and crashed herself over him. Prem raised his hand away saving his cup, shirt and the girl and nervously checked the girl who had her face hidden on his chest. He turned towards the counter and found Kiran and Kulraaj's puzzled expression and grinned at them nervously.

'I am sorry I am sooo sorry' she finally looked up and her almond shape eyes were dancing as she pulled his cheeks. ' Bohot wait karaya hoga na.. par main kya karti, you know traffic and stuffs...'

'well miss…', he started as it was necessary to explain this toofan mail that they are not acquainted but was interrupted once more.

'I know I missed you too.. par Golu abhi woh baad mein dekhenge first let's eat I amstarving… did you order anything?', she questioned and stopped.

Finally! She stopped he again started , ' magar main to…'

'I know I know', she interrupted once more. ' you were waiting for me.. magar main to aa gayi hoon na?? now order a cheese sandwich for me'.

Prem stood rooted in his position still trying to make head and tail of the whole fiasco when he watched her gallop towards the counter and place the order.

'Golu?? I'll take the seat , tum please leke aa jao na', she swiftly took a seat and Prem helplessly moved towards the counter to 'serve' his unknown speedometer.

'kya baat hai Golu ji??? You never told us?', Kulraaj teased Prem as a service man placed the order on the counter table

'I am not Golu', he spat and was about to explain when she popped up again.

'Yes, yeh Golu nahin hai.'

Finally she is in her senses. Prem breathed relieved.

'Golu to yeh sirf Chinkey ka hai, duniya ke liye nahin', she declared and Kiran Kulraaj and Prem shouted , 'Chinkey?'

'ya… chinkey… me…', she informed and Prem turned to his helpless mode once more.

'Golu aur Chinkey, how sweet!!', Kulraaj dreamily replied .

'Woh to hai', she winked and pulled Prem by his arm ' Chalo na Golu baitte hai'

They settled themselves in their seats and Prem sipped his coffee in anger ignoring the hot liquid burning his tongue.

'tum kuch bol kyun nahi rahe Golu?', she asked as she took a bite.

As if you are letting me speak Miss Chinkey.. na jaan na pehchaan aur mere paise pe kha rahi hai. Prem thought while glaring her and chose to speak no matter what happens.

'listen miss..'

'Baad mein Golu..' , she interrupted once more . ' Khate waqt nahin bolte, bad manners' , and turned her concentration back to the sandwich.

Prem was irritated beyond limits. Today is definitely a bad day, he thought. First his father wants him to appoint a secretary for himself and secondly this unknown lady is blabbering non stop and eating at his sponsorship.

He gave her a stern look and instantly her serene and cute food stuffed face calmed him. He admired how she looked like a cute kid with that concentrated expression on her face. The way her eyes laid over plate was totally magical. He felt a flutter inside his cardiac muscles. Her lilac shirt and dark blue dress pants were hugging her frame perfectly. She was totally an angel without wings and white dress.

'Golu…', her call snapped him back to the real world and he looked at her.

'When did your bus reach here?', she questioned , confusing him.

'bus?? What bus?' he queried.

' ya bus.. nahi to how did you reach?', she cross questioned him.

'…In my car obviously', he casually replied when he saw her eyes dancing once again.

'kya?? You brought your car?? How sweet of you Golu, mujhe pata tha.. I don't know how to thank you Golu….'she spoke enthusiastically.

'kya?' he looked at her confused.

'tum mujhe mere interview mein chorne k liye car laye ho na??' she added

'what??' he shouted. 'hell!! No…'

' How sweet Golu.. now please drop me off otherwise I'll get late.. chalo!!!', she dragged him out of the caf.

'cute couple', Kulraaj commented a she saw Prem and the girl getting out. 'hai na Kiran?'

PART -2 (Arhi)

'to Kaha se shuru kare?' , questioned Akash settling himself on the seat.

'Mulakat', Manorama declared and Akash paused wide eyed.

'how did you know this is a girl related thing?', Akash curious but his mother shrugged of the query.

'Ma hoon tum logo ki… I know everything', and Akash stood up to that answer.

'you know everything then why are you asking me? Main chalta hoon', he just took a step away when Manorama called

'Hari Prakash….!!'

'Hari Prakash ko kyun takleef deti hai ma?? ', he butt in and took back his position. 'Batata hoon na.. to kaha they hum?'

'Mulakat' Manorama reminded in a straight tone.

'o ya Mulakat…'

***Mulakat***

1 month ago

The hustle and bustle of a normal metro city Mumbai was same as everyday. Everyone was pacing towards something and everyone busy, everyone in an attempt to achieve something and 'The Connection Caf 'was a place to witness all these. Being situated at the heart of the all the corporate area, the caf was filled up and chaotic 24X7.

This is the place where a cup of magical coffee added fuel to someone's idea and that turned into a big and flourishing project. This is the place that saw mini get together of many newcomers, trainees for their succession over some project. Be it smile, tear, strategy, celebration, calculation, patch up or breakup the place has seen it all.

'Anjali!!!', Shyam yelled and Anjali came running towards the counter to find her husband in a terrible mood. It was barely 9 and the caf was overflowing with people of all the companies for their breakfast.

'What happened Shyam?', she kneaded his neck to ease him off.

'Kya hua?', he gritted. 'You are my partner in my business but here I am all alone bearing these bunches of trouble'

'Shyam woh hamare customers hai', she almost shouted.

' Ya ya.. customers hai.. but look at that what's his name ya Mridul', he pointed to one boy sitting with 4 cups in front of him. ' Ab se 4 cup pee chuka hai and asking for 5^th one.'

'Ha to muft ka thodi pee raha hai, he's paying.', Anjali replied.

'Ya, but now my coffee machine will give up. Itne variations to hamare machine main bhi nahin hai. 1^st cup was more milk less coffee. 2^nd cup was black coffee with whipped cream on top.'

'ew!!! What type of coffee is that?', Anjali questioned with her nose wrinkled.

'Pata nahin…but the main thing is tumhare customers ke nakhro se main tang aa gaya hoon. Ab to workers bhi gusse main hai. Tum ne hi inko lad pyaar se sar pe chara k rakhha hai', he spat out and Anjali gave a smile.

She knew his reason of irritation. She knew he loved all of the customers as all of them considered it to be their 2^nd home. Anjali and Shyam had a friendly relation with each one of them as they were regular customers. All of them were considered as family and they were treated like home and therefore 'the Connection Caf was the no. 1 caf of the area.

Shyam was fussing and was irritated for a mere superstitious matter. His lucky regular customer had not arrived yet and it was his believe that without serving a cup of hot steaming coffee to him, his sales for the day wouldn't fare well.

'… Papa I don't need a secretary', Shyam's lucky customer stepped in, talking overphone . His handsome and adorable face had a disproving look and his hand continuously rubbing his temples to calm down his senses.

'Arnav agaya… balle balle Arnav agaya', Shyam happily rushed towards the coffee machine getting his coffee ready.

'.. thik hai bula lijiye interview ke liye, but I will reject them all.' Arnav disconnected the line and he reached towards the counter where Shyam was ready with his order before his declaration.

'Hey Shyam , Hey Anjali', he greeted them politely and smiled as saw his cup ready.

'Hey sweety…' Anjali greeted back. 'How are we today?'

'terrible!!! Don't ask', Arnav replied.

'Arrey yaar.. coffee pee lo tumhara mood thik ho jayega', Shyam pushed the coffee cup to him.

Arnav mumbled a thanks and was about to search for a seat when he heard a howl and turned towards the entry and saw a girl running towards him.

'PAPPU!!!!!', she sprinted till him and crashed herself over him. Arnav raised his hand away saving his cup, shirt and the girl and nervously checked the girl who had her face hidden on his chest. He turned towards the counter and found Shyam and Anjali's puzzled expression and grinned at them nervously.

'I am sorry I am sooo sorry' she finally looked up and her almond shape eyes were dancing as she pulled his cheeks. ' Bohot wait karaya hoga na.. par main kya karti, you know traffic and stuffs...'

'well miss…', he started as it was necessary to explain this toofan mail that they are not acquainted but was interrupted once more.

'I know I missed you too.. par Pappu abhi woh baad mein dekhenge first let's eat I amstarving… did you order anything?', she questioned and stopped.

Finally! She stopped he again started , ' magar main to…'

'I know I know', she interrupted once more. ' you were waiting for me.. magar main to aa gayi hoon na?? now order a cheese sandwich for me'.

Arnav stood rooted in his position still trying to make head and tail of the whole fiasco when he watched her gallop towards the counter and place the order.

'Pappu?? I'll take the seat , tum please leke aa jao na', she swiftly took a seat and Arnav helplessly moved towards the counter to 'serve' his unknown speedometer.

'kya baat hai Pappu ji??? You never told us?', Anjali teased Arnav as a service man placed the order on the counter table

'I am not Pappu', he spat and was about to explain when she popped up again.

'Yes, yeh Pappu nahin hai.'

Finally she is in her senses. Arnav breathed relieved.

'Pappu to yeh sirf Dolly ka hai, duniya ke liye nahin', she declared and Shyam Anjali and Arnav shouted , 'Dolly?'

'ya… Dolly… me…', she informed and Arnav turned to his helpless mode once more.

'Pappu aur Dolly, how sweet!!', Anjali dreamily replied .

'Woh to hai', she winked and pulled Arnav by his arm ' Chalo na Pappu baitte hai'

They settled themselves in their seats and Arnav sipped his coffee in anger ignoring the hot liquid burning his tongue.

'tum kuch bol kyun nahi rahe Pappu?', she asked as she took a bite.

As if you are letting me speak Miss Dolly.. na jaan na pehchaan aur mere paise pe kha rahi hai. Arnav thought while glaring her and chose to speak no matter what happens.

'listen miss..'

'Baad mein Pappu..' , she interrupted once more . ' Khate waqt nahin bolte, bad manners' , and turned her concentration back to the sandwich.

Arnav was irritated beyond limits. Today is definitely a bad day, he thought. First his father wants him to appoint a secretary for himself and secondly this unknown lady is blabbering non stop and eating at his sponsorship.

He gave her a stern look and instantly her serene and cute food stuffed face calmed him. He admired how she looked like a cute kid with that concentrated expression on her face. The way her eyes laid over plate was totally magical. He felt a flutter inside his cardiac muscles. Her lilac shirt and dark blue dress pants were hugging her frame perfectly. She was totally an angel without wings and white dress.

'Pappu…', her call snapped him back to the real world and he looked at her.

'When did your bus reach here?', she questioned , confusing him.

'bus?? What bus?' he queried.

' ya bus.. nahi to how did you reach?', she cross questioned him.

'…In my car obviously', he casually replied when he saw her eyes dancing once again.

'kya?? You brought your car?? How sweet of you Pappu, mujhe pata tha.. I don't know how to thank you Pappu….'she spoke enthusiastically.

'kya?' he looked at her confused.

'tum mujhe mere interview mein chorne k liye car laye ho na??' she added

'what??' he shouted. 'hell!! No…'

' How sweet Pappu.. now please drop me off otherwise I'll get late.. chalo!!!', she dragged him out of the caf.

'cute couple', Anjali commented a she saw Arnav and the girl getting out. 'hai na Shyam?'

Part 3 (Premeer)

Present

Gayatri gave a hearty laugh as Preet paused for a moment. He was shocked to witness his mother almost rolling on the floor.

"Phir Kya Hua???", Gayatri questioned Preet after stifling laugh.

"You still interested?", Preet shot.

'Obviously Beta.. kya ladki hai… mere bete ko chup kara diya.. I like her", Gayatri gave a dreamy smile while imagining the girl in discussion.

"Back to ground lady", Preet's voice let her back to reality. " Abhi Safar pein chale?", he winked.

"Safar???", Gayatri questioned.

"Ha Safar", Preet grinned.

***Safar***

"Wow Golu .. you never told me you changed your car?", the girl's voice enthusiastic as Prem hit the accelerator in a grumpy mood.

"Sorry.. never got chance", Prem sounded defeated as there was no way this girl was letting him speak more than one or half broken sentences.

"arrey yaar!! Why sorry.. we are friends na…", she hit his arm lightly and Prem looked at her emotionless.

"Waise… why are you driving slow?. take left", she instructed and Prem followed robotically.

" I don't know na.. where to drop you.. that's why…", an honest answer but with a tone of frustration.

" Bas itni si baat?", she wondered. " Here let me help you.."

… and she continued…

".. phir kya huwa na… I was angry on that idiot.. take right…. Tumko to pata hai.. panipuris are my favourite…. Yes!! Take this turn… arrey maine to uski haddi tod di.. take right… stop stop stop aa gayi.", finally she stopped her instruction cum blabbering which irritated Prem to that extend he even did not realized when he reached his 'chinkey's' destination.

As soon as the car stopped, she flew out of the car waving goodbyes and thank you s and ran inside the building.

Prem huffed in relief. " Chalo jaan chuti.. kitna bakti hai.. deemag kharab kar diya.".

He was about to ignite the engine to reach his office when he looked properly the place where his car stood parked. It was parked in front of the "Juneja Corps", his company and that irritating Chinkey got inside the very building.

"Interesting", Prem wondered and went inside.

Present

"..You mean to say the girl is an employer and Prem didn't knew her at all??", Gayatri wondered as she passed the bowl of cornflakes to Preet.

"Na ma!!! Bhai knows all his employees by their faces and names. She was new and…"

"… was opting for the post of Prem's secretary right?", Gayatri completed the sentence.

"Smart Girl!", Preet commented and Gayatri bowed down in gratitude.

"To interview mein kya hua?", she questioned.

"Interview???", Preet repeated.

**Interview**

Prem Juneja entered his building. Took a lift to 6^th floor, his block . Walking upto his receptionist he saw a bunch of girls seated in the waiting lounge with thick files in their hand which he presumed to be their resumes and qualifications. But that's not what caught his eye. A girl in particular made his gaze and motion fixed. The same girl from the cafe. The same Chinkey girl, who almost ripped his head out by her useless blabbers ,was blabbering again but to herself. Her eyes closed and her hands joined as if in deep prayer and was softly murmuring prayers to one and above.

Prem again felt light and different by her sight. There she sat praying unaware of anything or him staring her and here he stood confused, wondering why he was not feeling any anger within him by the sight of this girl.

"Miss Chinkey???", Prem involuntarily spoke up and froze as the girl opened her eyes. Prem slapped himself in his mind for having less resistance over his mouth. He didn't want to call her, but he did and he didn't know why.

She fluttered her eyes opened as she heard a familiar voice calling her. Yes, it wasn't her name but she knew she was being called. She studied the figure calling her and she jumped up straight recognizing the man. The cafe guy. Whom she had made pay her breakfast and drive her to the interview. But what was he doing here? She wanted to ask and opened her mouth but he spoke instead.

"…In my cabin Miss… you have an interview", he smirked and entered the cabin and then it hit her.

"O god! O god ! O god!!!, this is Prem Juneja !!! ", she dreaded and with slow and heavy steps reached for his door.

Part 3 (Arhi)

Present

Manorama gave a hearty laugh as Akash paused for a moment. He was shocked to witness his mother almost rolling on the floor.

"Phir Kya Hua???", Manorama questioned Akash after stifling laugh.

"You still interested?", Akash shot.

'Obviously Beta.. kya ladki hai' mere bete ko chup kara diya.. I like her", Manorama gave a dreamy smile while imagining the girl in discussion.

"Back to ground lady", Akash's voice let her back to reality. " Abhi Safar pein chale?", he winked.

"Safar???", Manorama questioned.

"Ha Safar", Akash grinned.

***Safar***

"Wow Pappu .. you never told me you changed your car?", the girl's voice enthusiastic as Arnav hit the accelerator in a grumpy mood.

"Sorry.. never got chance", Arnav sounded defeated as there was no way this girl was letting him speak more than one or half broken sentences.

"arrey yaar!! Why sorry.. we are friends na'", she hit his arm lightly and Arnav looked at her emotionless.

"Waise' why are you driving slow?. take left", she instructed and Arnav followed robotically.

" I don't know na.. where to drop you.. that's why'", an honest answer but with a tone of frustration.

" Bas itni si baat?", she wondered. " Here let me help you.."

' and she continued'

".. phir kya huwa na' I was angry on that idiot.. take right'. Tumko to pata hai.. panipuris are my favourite'. Yes!! Take this turn' arrey maine to uski haddi tod di.. take right' stop stop stop aa gayi.", finally she stopped her instruction cum blabbering which irritated Arnav to that extend he even did not realized when he reached his 'Dolly's' destination.

As soon as the car stopped, she flew out of the car waving goodbyes and thank you s and ran inside the building.

Arnav huffed in relief. " Chalo jaan chuti.. kitna bakti hai.. deemag kharab kar diya.".

He was about to ignite the engine to reach his office when he looked properly the place where his car stood parked. It was parked in front of the "Singh Raizada Corps", his company and that irritating Dolly got inside the very building.

"Interesting", Arnav wondered and went inside.

Present

"..You mean to say the girl is an employer and Arnav didn't knew her at all??", Manorama wondered as she passed the bowl of cornflakes to Akash.

"Na ma!!! Bhai knows all his employees by their faces and names. She was new and'"

"' was opting for the post of Arnav's secretary right?", Manorama completed the sentence.

"Smart Girl!", Akash commented and Manorama bowed down in gratitude.

"To interview mein kya hua?", she questioned.

"Interview???", Akash repeated.

**Interview**

Arnav Singh Raizada entered his building. Took a lift to 6^th floor, his block . Walking upto his receptionist he saw a bunch of girls seated in the waiting lounge with thick files in their hand which he presumed to be their resumes and qualifications. But that's not what caught his eye. A girl in particular made his gaze and motion fixed. The same girl from the cafe. The same Dolly girl, who almost ripped his head out by her useless blabbers ,was blabbering again but to herself. Her eyes closed and her hands joined as if in deep prayer and was softly murmuring prayers to one and above.

Arnav again felt light and different by her sight. There she sat praying unaware of anything or him staring her and here he stood confused, wondering why he was not feeling any anger within him by the sight of this girl.

"Miss Dolly???", Arnav involuntarily spoke up and froze as the girl opened her eyes. Arnav slapped himself in his mind for having less resistance over his mouth. He didn't want to call her, but he did and he didn't know why.

She fluttered her eyes opened as she heard a familiar voice calling her. Yes, it wasn't her name but she knew she was being called. She studied the figure calling her and she jumped up straight recognizing the man. The cafe guy. Whom she had made pay her breakfast and drive her to the interview. But what was he doing here? She wanted to ask and opened her mouth but he spoke instead.

"'In my cabin Miss' you have an interview", he smirked and entered the cabin and then it hit her.

"O god! O god ! O god!!!, this is Arnav Singh Raizada !!! ", she dreaded and with slow and heavy steps reached for his door.

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Priyo

Loved it... Never read such a smart khushiii in any other fictions...This one is really interesting...

Hahahahah😛
Thanks for uplifting our moods and starting this FF

loved d os's start