Love Digger's husband Ch 33 6/5 - THD 2 LNK - Page 37

Originally posted by: -Crayon-

Whaaa? Trinity?😲

Where is my Yash ji phorever 21?? 😭

And you are a senior member too?? Congo shongo Yash ji! 🤗

Now I want a new username too...I'm bored of sapno ki duniya! 😒

ex-Yashji is your new name inspired from Trinity circle !😲
I don't like that circle at all. It is always dug up and dusty.
It is never free of traffic.

There are so many other bootiful circles na like bhasham, southend, corporation. 😭

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Chap 13:

Geet:

She came back home with an uneasy fear creeping into her. It was unexplainable. She was feeling a negative vibe all around her. She went to her room and slouched on the bed. And opened her dear diary.

Geet Frank:

The Doe Eye(contd):

They gingerly walked on the ground covered with moss. It was easier to just slide. She stopped suddenly.

"Why did you stop? Are you still afraid!"

The maiden smiled coyly "Not at all. I was feeling kind of hungry. I am afraid if I don't eat now I might feel dizzy near the edge."

"Not to worry. You stay here. I will…"

Maiden said "Don't worry I have a power packed lunch right here in my purse. But you need to close your eyes. I don't want to eat in front of you if that is the last thing we do when we are alive."

He smiled and closed his eyes. She moved a step back and removed a banana peel from her purse. She had already eaten the fruit a few minutes earlier. She casually threw the peel on the already slippery path.

Maiden "Ok I am done. Here is the deal. I want to have fun with this. I will blindfold your eyes with my palms and we will walk together. When we reach the edge I will let go of you then. You will wait for my cue to open your eyes and at that moment I want to click the picture and call it 'The first reaction'"

No prices for guessing what happens to the poor bas***d in THE END. Geet was wondering though; what thought actually brought on the brilliant banana peel idea. Probably the banana split ice cream she had had for dessert. It was the perfect eco friendly crime. With no proof and no chance of ever finding a body.

Geet:

She had never imagined in her wildest dreams that an office place could be such a bitch. Who would have thought right? For all Geet knew it might have been drunken ramblings and she was getting unnecessarily worked up about it. And please what was the big deal in tying one's hair in front of a man? Geet had herself done that in front of Maan, hadn't she? She decided finally that Yash and Pinky needed to get a life real soon and stop drinking so much.

Her stomach was rumbling with the excess food she had eaten and it was dragging her into an uneasy heavy sleep. She had hardly closed her eyes when her phone rang. Was it morning already? But clearly it was still dark. She glanced at her phone and found it was an unknown number. Which sonofabitch was calling her at this ungodly hour. She muttered a few more unintelligible curses and picked up the call. She hated being woken up.

"Geet, Be at office by 8 tomorrow. I am picking you up from the parking lot."

Geet was still seeing stars "Hello! Who is this?"

An angry voice shot back "Who do you think? Your boss Dev. Oh and stop sleeping at 9 30. We are not running a poultry farm."

The line got cut. She blinked at the phone. Was DK drunk too? Was everybody in this office on steroids. Who was he to tell her when to sleep! She shook her head. Bloody slave drivers. She was now thinking what was in store for her in the morning. Note to self. She was using swear words a little too often now.

Come morning she got ready and reached office with five minutes to spare. She waited about fifteen minutes when a big SUV pulled up to a screeching halt. The passenger window opened and she heard a deep voice.

"Get in. The door is open."

She carefully opened the car door and climbed onto the passenger seat.

"Buckle up."

She wore the seatbelt and the vehicle was now ready for take off.

Dev "So now we are going to a building site which is almost half complete. There appears to be some sort of confusion regarding the schedules for the cement bags that were needed. We are going there to set everything right."

Geet "Ok."

Dev "You need to keep track on the latest status of all sites that we go to. And don't go to."

Geet nodded.

Dev "Factories sometimes report problems in the night shift. I will try not to disturb you during night times but sometimes it might be unavoidable if I need some quick information or phone number."

Geet nodded again.

Dev "And stop nodding for everything. It gives me a headache. If you are not following something just speak up."

Geet was silent.

Dev "Good. So we still have some way to go. Don't expect the AC to be turned on in this car. I hate it. I am used to driving with the windows drawn down."

She did not say anything.

Dev "I don't like chauffeurs too much. They tend to be gossip mongers. Oh and one more most important thing. I expect some response this time. I hate gossip. One word of what I say goes outside and you will be gone. Trust me. You will never ever find a job in real estate anywhere."

Geet gaped. Dev continued in a low mean tone. This man did not raise his voice much. He did not need to. It had enough menace even without it.

Dev "I said I expect a response."

Geet snapped "What kind of person do you think I am? Everyone in this office is a blabbermouth. Except me. I know some things about you which I will not say even to you. I hate some things too. First of all learn how to show respect and please don't assume things."

Dev "What are you? My moral science teacher? I am your boss."

Geet was fuming.

Dev "So just cool it lady. I am the last person to listen to your drama. So shut up and listen for that is your job."

Hey Babaji, if Maan was Frankenstein, this man was Dracula. One just needed to look at how impossibly handsome he was if they needed proof.

Geet "This is no way to treat employees. I can find a nice job with a good boss elsewhere too you know. KC is not the end of the world."

Dev smiled "Of course you can. Go do that then. That will look amazing on your resume. Wimp."

Geet took deep breaths.

Dev "We have almost reached. So stop being so sensitive and get off your sorry ass. We have work to do here."

Did she have a choice here? If she did not get sucked in, she was a wimp. If she did, she was still a wimp. Way to go, Geet!

Dev got down and there appeared to be some commotion as soon as they had entered the site. One man was shouting and swearing in Hindi.

Man1 "Idiotic fellow. I was signaling like crazy that there was a gutter back. And you had to drive around it. Now it is stuck and Sir is going to be here anytime. Prepare to get your ass fried."

Dev "What is it now?"

Man1 "Sir Lorry stuck in a little bit of gutter. Don't worry Sir. We are on it."

They watched for five minutes. There appeared to be a spacing problem. Right in front of the lorry was parked another vehicle whose owner appeared to be missing. And behind the lorry was a nice little gutter ditch. The lorry was almost on the edge. This was going to be interesting. Watching the lorry driver maneuver the truck out of this maze.

Finally Dev shook his head in exasperation.

Dev "Get down from the damned truck. Looks like I have to do this by myself."

Man2 gaped "Sir, you have a heavy vehicle driving license?"

Dev "What are you, a traffic cop? Move aside. I don't have time here."

Dev immediately threw his precious cooling glasses and leather jacket at Geet. She caught it just in time. It smelt of expensive deodorant.

First Dev surveyed the situation. He went behind the truck and observed that there was but two inches from the truck back wheel to the ditch. He held on to the side of the truck and propelled himself beyond the ditch on to the other side. He came from the rear end and checked that there were a few inches gap from the front edge to the car. If one was not careful, the car would have a huge dent on two of its doors.

Dev then got into the truck from the passenger end and moved onto the drivers seat. Smart move thought Geet. She had almost imagined him moving from behind the truck through the ditch again to achieve the same result. God! She was lame.

Dev started the engine. And then hit the choke a couple of times. The old engine made a huge rumbling noise startling a couple of street dogs and Geet as well.

Dev "There is some problem in the braking fluid seems like. Who is in charge of this vehicle?"

Man2 "Sir, Bappi da."

Dev "Geet! Geet! Yes I am calling you."

She went closer. They were now out of most peoples earshot.

Dev "Find out Bappi da number from him or from HR. Call him and then give him a kick on his ass about timely maintenance."

Geet was not getting this "As in me? I have to kick his ass!"

Dev "What else will you do? Smile all day at everybody you meet. Pull your weight around a little bit. Come up with something. But make sure you don't insult him. I need that man. That is why I am not talking to him myself. Because if I do I will end up firing him. Now stand back."

Dev began to throw the truck back into gear. Now Geet did not have much knowledge of truck driving. But she did listen as man2 marveled at her bosses driving skill. Apparently driving difficulty levels increased with the vehicle size and number of wheels.

One would think the most difficult part of driving would be hitting the brakes and accelerating. But it was the steering part that was currently being considered the trickiest. When one is driving a car one has to always keep in cognizance the width of the car. And worry about whether the car would fit inside the space between other vehicles. Especially in India where an inch gap between vehicles was considered the usual norm.

Now this part became doubly tricky when one is parking or reversing the vehicle. For obvious reasons that even the length of the vehicle has to be taken into account there along with the width. Lorry and Bus driving was a whole new monster she heard them say. They needed a special license so the driver did not kill other people on the street.

Dev was now seated in the drivers seat and manipulating the huge steering wheel with just one hand, changing gears with the other, shouting and barking at the men to tell him where the ditch was. The monster truck had to be driven between inches. It was nerve wracking, butch and astounding to watch.

Driving the truck back and forth innumerable times with a needle precision; stopping just as the truck was about to hit something; not getting the truck to land in the ditch and not hitting the car in front, Dev managed literally single handedly to drive the truck onto a proper channel and was able to get it to the nearest intersection. Everyone around appeared to be overjoyed. Dev had made their day,

He got down from the truck. Geet handed him the jacket and shades.

Dev "Did the new orders for cement bags arrive yet?"

Man1 "Not yet Sir. Apparently they have been stuck in some toll booth on the highway."

Dev fetched his phone and made a quick call.

Dev "Yes I have already paid you. Now…"

He was cut off mid sentence.

Dev "Ok fine. Send your man over in the evening. I will advise my secretary to make the necessary payments."

He hung up. They sat in the SUV and began driving back.

Dev "Ok now what you need to do is this. In the evening a man by name Samuel will visit the office. He will be in the waiting lounge. You need to get cash from the finance department and hand over Rs 5000 to that man. You can ask the finance guys to put it down as miscellaneous expenses or loss of some sort."

Geet got out her notebook and made quick notes.

Dev "Show your phone."

Geet held up her old phone.

Dev "Get a phone with a decent calendar. Put it down as operating expense."

They reached the office soon and Geet's head was reeling.

Geet "Sir. What do I tell Bappi da?"

Dev "Don't ask me unnecessary questions. Figure it out. And please sync up your calendar with mine soon. I suppose you do not know I had a meeting ten minutes ago?"

Geet sighed.

Dev "So see you around."

She went back to her desk already tired to the bone. Was it mental exhaustion or plain physical. Hard to say. She sat down unable to even think straight. Whatever was happening around her did not make sense anymore. It was all too confusing. And not fitting into her tiny bird brain. She needed help. She wanted somebody to tell her and make her understand how to do things.

And then she saw Maan. He was talking to another person seriously nodding his head. And then he smiled and patted the persons back. The other person also smiled. And mouthed "Thanks.". Geet also needed to be patted on the back. And told she was doing great. She wanted to be able to talk to someone without fearing they would bitch about her behind her back.

She mechanically got up and walked behind Maan as he was reaching for his cabin. She did not even knock and entered his cabin.

Maan "Yes Geet."

She was feeling tongue tied. She did not know how to explain things or even what to explain. She looked at his face assuming a 'What have you been up to now?' expression.

Maan chuckled "Ok I get it. You had your first session with your dear boss. Who you were so fond of. And wanted to 'report' to."

Geet was irritated "Yes. You don't have to laugh at me for that ok."

Maan shrugged.

Geet "He does not even care that….I don't know. I am such an idiot. Who am I talking to! His own brother."

She sat down on the chair opposite.

Maan "What do you expect me to do? He might be my brother. But I report to him too."

Geet was frowning "I know that! But it is so difficult. May be I just need to join a call centre or something. Sounds so much easier, right? What do you think."

Maan "I think you are totally nuts. You are asking a person who has employed you, advice for a career outside the company?". He made a motion to indicate finished with his hands.

Geet rubbed her temples. She did not know what was alright and what was not. Nothing was clear. She needed some sort of advice or at least a word or two of comfort.

Finally Maan said "Alright if you ask me, call centre is going to be much tougher than what you have here. Here you have to deal with real people. In a call center it would be customers wanting to take out their frustration on the phone. And growth opportunities are kind of slim there is what I heard. It is your choice ultimately."

Geet "Great advice Mr Maan. It is my choice ultimately."

He frowned "Hello! Where did that come from?"

She was frustrated and angry. For what appeared to be no reason. She felt powerless and thoughtless. She had nothing to say to anyone about anything. How was that possible? All in all it was depressing.

Maan "Look Geet, if you have some specific complaint about some episode or incident I can take some action. I cannot do something just because people 'don't care'."

Geet "You know I wanted to ask you just one question."

Maan let out a huge sigh of breath as if that was enough to blow her away.

Geet "What was the song that was playing when you cracked the crab PJ?"

Maan glared "PJ!?"

Geet "Oh I forgot. Rich people cannot make poor jokes. Small correction in the above statement. What was the song that was playing when you cracked the RJ?"

Maan "Geet, do you realize you have just walked into my cabin and are giving…"

Geet "You know people here equate secretaries to punching bags. In every movie I have seen secretary is meant to be an inspiration you know. The person behind the scenes. One who is smart but lets the boss take all the credit."

It was Maan's turn now to rub his temples "You are giving me a headache. Go back to your desk."

Geet "Sure I will. But before that I would like to know that song because I never want to listen to it again even by mistake."

Maan "GEET!"

Geet "See I don't care about people anymore either. So no action will be taken against such a thought process in this company as per your own rule. Correct?"

Before he could respond she grabbed a paperweight from his desk and walked out with the statement "I am keeping this as a souvenir. Don't ask of what. I will put it down as operating expenses."

She did not know what happened back there. But she certainly felt better. Damn these people. If she was going to be fired, she would not go down without showing everybody their places.

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yaar mujhe ab tak kuch palle nahi pad raha... maaneet story me kadoos dev.. it's first time..

update sar se upper gyaa...
ewww dev.. so bad..

Unknowingly what place Maan is making in Geet's life, a punching bag or an arm for solace...will get to know as d story proceeds😊 & this Dev is horrible except for his good looks

really terrible start of day for geet

dev n maan ka characters exchange hogayaaa???

Originally posted by: gmskasrkmadhu

nice part dear

but why everytime u writes philosophy rather than story dear

for a wahile philosophy wilb egud

but whole story no dear

try to give the scenes which intend the reader to read better dear

sorry if i hurt

bt this what i feel is?

😃

Of course I am not hurt. Appreciate the feedback.
I will try to see how I can rectify that.
If it is any consolation I am not trying to be philosophical.
It is just my way of conveying things...