Love Digger's husband Ch 33 6/5 - THD 2 LNK - Page 23

awesome update

Hello dear readers,

How the update previous to this says life comes a full circle. Guess what, that happened to me!
I started for my US trip right around this time last year.

And in the bitter harsh winter in that country where i don't know many people the idea of writing an FF germinated in my mind. I started writing TSWL. I never imagined it would take me to a place where I am today. But it did.

Now how did this become a circle then? My boss just called me a couple of days back and asked me if I am ready to go to the same place again! And that too at the same time and season. Something about that stung me. I took two whole sleepless nights to think about it. And finally said no.

Turns out it has pushed me into the abyss of depression I am unable to come out of at the moment. First love is hard to forget isn't it? I am trying to cope with the torrents of emotions I am feeling right now. One of the negatives of being a writer I suppose is that I am way too sensitive. I feel too much. For all you know I might be as fit as a fiddle tomorrow morning. But right now I am grasping at straws.

Kindly bear with me in the meanwhile.

Lots of Love!!

😳 Oh dear! What did I write above...Can I pretend for a while I did not write that??

Hello readers,
Forgive my emotional assault from yesterday. 😆
In case you did not know I was born with a few screws missing.
So here is the next update.

Lots of Love!!

Chap 8:

Geet Frank diary:

Murphy's love story. Kindly note not Barfi. Murphy. The one who made the law.

Her every movement was making a sweet titillating noise. Whether it was her new silver anklet or her colorful glass bangles or her long earrings. Her duppatta was so heavy that it refused to fly. She had a beautiful smile on her face. She felt she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She looked in the mirror. Her large dark eyes were lined with a shocking black eye pencil. Her long nose was devoid of any blackheads. Her luscious lips were tinted with a nude hue of lipstick. The entire effect was easy on the eye and rich. It was her special day. It was the day he was coming to see her.

She heard the noise of a car halting outside. And her family members rushing to the location to receive him. Her heart began beating palpably faster. It was her prince charming. Tall, fair and handsome. He had visited their home many times before. On the pretext of business. But she had never been allowed to interact with grown men by her family. She was lucky, her friends had told her. Hailing from a small town she was getting to marry a city guy. A big shot real estate agent. It was stuff movies were made of. And she could not believe it was happening to her.

She was not supposed to call him by name. Husband needs to be addressed as 'Ji' her mother had told her. From the window upstairs she watched her Ji coming into her home. On an impulse he looked up and caught her staring at him. She did not want to look away but she did. Out of shyness.

She heard the family members ushering him into the hall and asking him for chai or lassi. He refused. He was a busy man and he had to get back to the city for work soon. Her heart was almost in her mouth now. It was time for her to go down and see him. Her brother knocked on her door. He was the only one to escort her downstairs for she had no sisters. And even if there were, sisters did not do that. For it lead to comparisons.

She went downstairs slowly step by step telling herself that it was going to be fine. She had seen Ji so many times. As she went downstairs his profile came into view. He was sitting in front of the table patiently waiting for her to turn up. He looked at her and smiled. Everything about that smile said he was going to say yes.

Geet:

Geet was nursing in her hand a tablet. No not the electronic tablet. The one that you swallow whole. She was feeling pain. But tablets never helped now did they? They just told the brain to forget the pain was ever there. All that the tablet did was to numb certain parts of the brain for a little while. And then hope by the time brain starts to feel again, the actual source of pain has passed.

She just wished there was something to do that for emotional pain as well. For all she knew may be there was. But nobody gave those kind of drugs over the counter without a proper prescription. All they gave was some stupid version of paracetamol.

She massaged her lower belly and back to stop the pain from radiating. Her calf muscle was feeling a certain stiffness too. She cursed herself for being a woman. What was the big deal about being a woman anyhow? She was a woman just by name. She did not have one ounce of what one would call 'womanly' qualities. She was an irate, short tempered shrew with a fuse that blew more often than the one in her grand old outdated ancestral home.

Yes she knew how to cook and clean. That was more by force than actual interest. She just wished her parents had killed her before she was born. Then she would just be one more tally in the statistic for female foeticide. Who even respected women anymore. All they did was to gang rape them on a lonely street or whenever a ripe opportunity presented itself. Deplorable bas***ds. Those rapists deserved nothing less than penalty by being kicked to death on their private parts.

Darn the robe grey. Could she get any more depressed? She decided to think more positive thoughts. Else her brother would find her the next morning hanging by a rope from the ceiling fan. She did not want to give him the ultimate sadistic pleasure.

She thought now about her 'career'. Some of the lucrative options that were ruled out for her were being a shrink or an agony aunt. No prices for guessing why.

She remembered the written test in the great auditorium of Khurana Constructions. All the candidates had been handed a question booklet with space for answers. The girl sitting next to her named Maya had become friends. Maya had graduated from one of the happening colleges and had scored a distinction in every semester. Geet had assumed then that she was sunk. She had not even completed her graduation. What would she be able to do? She had just filled her answer booklet with rubbish.

The questions had mostly been about general knowledge. Like listing prime ministers in chronological order. A few simple puzzles. Mostly based on logic. Geet had never expected to get selected but she had been. Geet had made it to the final cut of the eight candidates to be interviewed and Maya had not. Go figure! It had taught Geet a valuable lesson. That marks scored in an exam and the college one studied in were not important. What was important was presence of mind.

She hoped Dev would select her amongst the eight candidates. But who knew where men's ego took them. He might have interviewed her for the sake of formality. Only to reject her later. She found herself checking her cell phone every two minutes for the call to come. A call confirming she had been selected.

But she was saddened because the wait turned out to be too long. It had been almost a week. And finally one day the phone rang. A lady with a sweet voice spoke.

"Hello, is it Geet Handa?"

Geet's heart began pounding "Yes.."

Pinky "This is Pinky here from KC. We are willing to make you an offer for the job of secretary for the CEO. Would you be willing to take up the offer? If you can send me your email address, I will send you the offer letter along with details of remuneration and expected joining date. You are not working elsewhere right?"

Geet could not believe her ears "Thanks Pinky. Yes I am willing to take up the offer. I can join immediately. Please note my email address."

She could not believe it! She had been selected amongst an auditorium full of people. Was it because she was the brightest of them all? She could not help feeling proud. She sent a message to all her friends immediately. She lay down on the bed. Till recently her dream had been a Phd. But Babaji had a different path for everyone to fulfill their aspirations. And working as a secretary was one such path. She could not wait for the next dawn to appear.

After a restless sleepless night the morning finally arrived. She took Babaji's blessing the first thing. And then raced through her morning routine. She was in office in record time. She was in the outside waiting lounge waiting for her day to begin.

The office looked like a big hollow place. Each cubicle was kind of private. The walls had enough height to make one visible, standing up but provide privacy whilst sitting down. She saw a couple of serious looking souls jabbing away at their laptops. They looked at her and smiled. Nice.

One of those serious souls was a lady. She wore a formal shirt and trousers. The shirt was a good fit but that poor lady had a bit of tummy showing. She could do with a better cut of the shirt Geet gathered. Geet also gathered with the ladies and men flowing in that she was a bit under dressed. Almost everyone wore clothing that was formal and boring. Geet would have a hard time fitting into this place.

She kept waiting for somebody to come and fetch her. But nobody did. Everyone was going about their business in all seriousness. Vow this was a boring place. With B in caps.

What was a secretary supposed to do anyway? All her friends had either worked in call centers part time or were in real estate like her brother. She supposed she would have to take notes and dictations to answer mails. She could not understand why though. May be bosses had really bad handwriting like doctors. And Geet was by now an expert in scribbling. That ought to be a breeze then right?

Then again she thought. Why all logic and general knowledge tests for just taking notes when a person spoke? She knew next to nothing about work now, didn't she?

Her boss appeared to be a nice person now, hai na? She had a feeling he was not going to be very strict. And ass like. In fact he seemed to be someone who listened to peoples ideas with an open mind and appreciated them. She felt she had been lucky to land a good boss.

Finally she saw the pretty receptionist walk in.

Pinky "Hello. You must be Geet. Welcome to KC. Come I will guide you to your desk."

Geet "When will my boss be coming to office?"

Pinky "Oh he usually comes in late. He does site visits in the morning. Less traffic you know."

Geet nodded "I see."

Pinky "I am like super glad that you are here you know. I was filling in for secretary also. It had become so hectic and all. But now that you are here it is going to be cool."

Geet smiled "I hope so. I like your outfit."

Pinky grinned "Thanks. I like yours too. So this is your desk Geet."

Geet "Is it compulsory to wear formal clothes around here? Everybody is in formals looks like."

Pinky "There is no written rule as such. But it is better to blend in with the crowd. These engineer ladies are not at all bothered about the way they dress. Some of them wear bathroom flip flops to office. Can you imagine? Flip flops!"

Geet was staring at the pretty lady. Geet was wearing flip flops herself. Eeks. Thankfully the desk was covering her feet.

Geet laughed in a horse like fashion "Aha ya. Anyway let me settle down huh. What am I supposed to do now, Pinky?"

Pinky nodded seriously "Oh I almost forgot. DK is going to be late right, so MK Sir will show you around and tell you what you need to do before your boss comes. So you are settled in."

Geet's brows furrowed "MK?"

Pinky "He is the head architect."

Geet "Oh."

Pinky's voice assumed a resigned tone "Well all the best Geet. Hope everything turns out fine for you."

Geet twisted her lip "I did not get that. Turn out fine means what?"

Pinky just smiled "Nothing. You seem friendly. DK has had three secretaries come and go in the past few months. He is a hard one to satisfy."

Before Geet could open her mouth to respond Pinky had walked away. Leaving Geet with some food for thought. And then Maan walked in through the doors with his trademark swing. She immediately stood up.

Geet "Good morning DK."

Maan nodded "Morning. Grab your notepad and follow me."

Geet hurriedly rummaged through her hobo to find a pen and a small pocket notebook. She ran behind the man who walked like an elephant. Faster than a human could run. And then she saw him going into a cabin with a name tag, Maan Singh Khurana. She stopped. Hey Babaji.

Maan "Do you need an invitation again? Come in and close the door."

Geet walked in sheepishly. Not knowing what to expect.

Geet "I am sorry…"

Maan turned back "Hmm so I guess we are finally clear on what my name is."

Geet nodded "I am really sorry. I mean you told me you were personally invited to all parties and then I saw the invitation in your pocket and then it said…"

Maan just waved his hand "Look Ms Handa. It is all water under the bridge now. So lets just forget about it and move on shall we?"

Geet just said "Ok."

But her thoughts threw her back into the party. She had danced so close to him. So close she had observed the little dent in his eyebrow that made him look like brooding scar face without a scar. His gaze had been intense. His face had acquired the dimension of a place of meditation amidst all the raging storm outside. She had almost imagined him creating a storm in a tea cup. Had she gone crazy at that point?

And then she had snapped back to reality when she had looked at the invitation. Why had she gotten so angry? Her blood had literally boiled. When he had grabbed her arm demanding an explanation she did not want to explain. Why could she not bring herself to explain? She could have just given him an earful and walked out of there with dignity. Instead she had allowed herself to cry. What had transpired back there.

And now in his work attire he seemed totally different. A sort of person who had his guard up. He looked more like a policeman than an actual human with emotions. She was feeling strangely awkward and uncomfortable in his presence. She had a premonition that she was going to be behaving like an overreacting ass.

Maan "Welcome to KC. We here are a bunch of individuals who design and execute building constructions. We work with integrity and dedication. For us whatever happens, the company and its values come first. As an employee of this place from now on it is your duty and responsibility to uphold these values. At no point are we supposed to portray ourselves in a manner demeaning to KC. Now here is a booklet indicating our mission statement, the ideas and values that make us what we are today. You are supposed to go through it and sign it at the end. A sign indicates you completely agree to adhere to the company policy and regulations. Copy so far?"

Geet kept nodding mechanically. Maan threw at her a fat booklet of extra fine print.

Maan "Now that we have that out of the way, let us come to your responsibility as a secretary of the CEO."

Geet brought out her notebook.

Maan "So now Ms Handa, what do you think your responsibilities are going to be?"

Geet was searching for the right words "Aa…the…I don't know."

Maan's voice now had a raspy tone "Well at least you must have some idea. We did send out a forwarding email with the job description."

Geet "I came here because I…"

Maan's face turned menacing. His eyes were snarling. Geet had a feeling she would not last even a day. Hey Babaji, she hated feelings.

Maan "Are you stalking me? Three times meeting a person by chance is too much of a coincidence if you ask me."

Geet gaped "Aaa! What!.."

Maan was still glaring.

Geet finally sighed "I thought all that was water under the bridge now. Just because I met you in a party I cannot apply here? I passed the test like the seven others and you yourself interviewed me."

Maan's brows furrowed "Hmm. You have an answer for everything don't you?"

That dent in his brow caused in her a spontaneous reaction. She shrugged elaborately and threw her hands up in the air.

Maan "Anyway so let us begin now shall we?"

She had to escape from this man. She had her pen tip on the paper ready to start writing.

Maan "You are still in college. So I presume you do not have any idea on what a secretary is meant to be. I suppose you think you have to take dictation notes and type it out in a neat font, am I right?"

Finally we reach a comfort zone. Geet gave a broad smile "How did you know?"

Maan "I have experienced bad secretaries. And you think you have to serve coffee and then have a nice big notebook handy so you can fan the boss when the AC is not working?"

She appeared unsure whether to smile about that. Somehow that description sounded derogatory. She was doomed to eternity.

Maan "Ms Handa now let us talk about your favorite appendage, the cell phone! This phone in my hand right here has voice recognition software. This bugger right here with the paltry memory and processor."

She began biting her nails.

Maan "We don't need you to take dumb dictation notes. We don't need you to arrange the cabinets in the CEO's room. And the pantry has a person serving nice coffee already."

Ok this was it. She had set a new record. She was going to be fired the very first day. She mentally braced herself for the inevitable words.

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Oh no!! Sheesh, someone hacked your account!!?? Shit!

Originally posted by: World-of-Dreams

Oh no!! Sheesh, someone hacked your account!!?? Shit!

Oh Wait!! Or someone hacked your account in US itself ? Last year?

These Cyber crimes, I tell you!

🤣 What the! Yes dammit. I think so...

Oh wait? Did I(along with my lame comment!) just end up below your update? 🤣

maan giving her hard time already

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nice update.