[DISCONTINUED] AsYaFF: Rishta.Com || UPD! CH. 4 'Soft Pink Lips' - Page 3

nice start

"Deep roots are not reached by the frost,"

-J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellow Ship of the Ring

Chapter 1

"Rishta-Me ASAP"

"Good morning mard," Ruchika "accidentally" woke up Rohan who was unapologetically sleeping on his desk.

"Not now aurat,"

"Up. Now! If the news "Rishta.Com's executive Rohan Mehra sleeps on the job" makes it to the papers, even my genius publicity department won't be able to save us from a bad name," she tried to scare him into waking up.

"You're a horrible convincer, I don't know what Isha was thinking when she made you the publicity head," he mumbled.

"Rohan!" Ruchika grew irritated.

"Let me guess... 'late night' again?" Isha walked in.

"You know it," he picked his head up and winked.

"Late Night" their in-office euphemism for Rohan's night activities.

"Aww my poor baby," Isha cooed, "I'll handle the meeting alone," she ruffled through his hair.

"Dekha Ruchika! This is why Isha is my favorite aunty," he smiled, still sleeping until "OW! What the hell,"

"I gave you 30 extra seconds. Now get up. Get some coffee. And be in the conference room in 5," Isha smiled that smile.

"Wha- Isha- You-" he baffled at her swift change in character. "My life is a lie!" He exaggerated his agony.

Uggh... Why the hell are mornings so damn early?

***

"Hello Mister..." Isha paused to read the name off of the file in her hands, "Asad Ahmed Khan, and..."

"Welcome to Rishta.Com," Rohan just made it to the conference room in the nick of time. "You didn't think I'd let you say my our special line without me did you?" He whispered over as he grabbed his chair next to Isha.

"Hello," Mr. Khan got up to shake their hands.

"So Asad, I hope you don't mind me calling you that," Rohan paused as if to ask for permission to which Mr. Khan simply nodded, "We have the forms and questionnaires that you filled out for us and we will surely review them but is there anything you would personally like to tell us? Any specific requirements or preferences?"

"I..." he paused looking for the right words, "...I want to get married. Yes," he seemed to be talking to himself as opposed to the partners, "I want to get married. Yes indeed, I want to get married," he seemed to force out.

"Yes, of course Mr. Khan, that's why you're here right?" Isha smiled.

"Yes, I mean... I'm sorry I'm just a bit..." he paused, "Forget it, anyways so I would like to marry a..."

Bahu ho toh Meena jaisi, she's absolutely perfect at all the housework and in just four years of marriage, she gave Sarita three grandchildren!

You too should get married now Asad, do you want your Aami to never have the pleasure of boasting a perfect daughter-in-law?

He tried to shake Pammi Aunty's bakwaas out of his head, but it was futile and he knew it. Because if he could, he wouldn't be here right now.

"I want to marry a simple homely girl, preferably someone who..." he struggled with the next few words as he knew he would end up getting judged for this was not Bhopal, "...doesn't mind being a housewife. Well cultured, well mannered, you know someone like Amrita Rao in Vivah."

He immediately mentally kicked himself for the last sentence. Nothing says delusional like wanting a fictional character.

Rohan suppressed his chuckle and got a stare from Isha.

"Sure, we'll definitely keep that in mind Mr. Khan," Isha smiled.

Asad feeling uncomfortable for bearing his heart failed to meet their eyes hoping he would make it out of this meeting alive.

"Don't worry dude, no one is judging you here. We all have different preferences and without knowing you or your situations, we don't have the right decide on your character," Rohan eased his noticeable tension.

Isha couldn't help but smile. Kameena hai, par sweet hai.

"Thanks,"

***

Mr. Khan seated himself near the reception as he waited for the last bit of questionnaires to be delivered to him.

Mumbai was a dream. Not that he'd never been to Mumbai, he had, quite a few times actually. But all he met were men in big black suits and posh fake accents. Never did he actually interact with the city's real people to have a chance to be blown away by their open mindedness and logical thinking. These people were just like him, the only difference was they could openly express their thoughts and beliefs while he would probably have to remain silent till his last breath.

He looked up from his thoughts to find a young woman, with jet straight ebony tresses and cherry red lips, staring at him with intensity.

Confused after her prolong observation he finally spoke up, "Can I help you with something?"

But she didn't respond and just continued staring.

"Excuse me? Miss? I'm..." He tried to get her attention only to see she was intently watching the cricket match on the flat screen TV behind him.

Well that was embarrassing.

"Ms. Khirad Akhtar," Sally, the receptionist, called out. And the woman stood up to leave.

He heard giggling.

"Pretty boy got his ego crushed didn't he?" a woman with similar hair but rosy pink lips laughed.

He didn't know to respond so he just awkwardly chuckled along.

But he wasn't the only one who was laughing, upstairs in his cabin, Rohan was getting a kick out of the scene. He was laughing so hard, the tears were blurring his vision.

"Isha you have hear thi-" He walked into her cabin without a second thought and found her in the middle of fixing her eyeliner.

"Rohan! How many times do I have to tell you KNOCK. You can't just walk into my cabin like that!"

"Mujhe haq hai... Tujhko jee bhar ke main dekhu, mujhe haq hai..." He parodied the love-struck expressions of Shahid Kapoor. "Isha this is the part where you go 'Piya...' and then we romance in the moonlight," he whispered.

"Shut up! Bechare ka mazak mat udao alright!"

(Fun Fact: Mujhe Haq Hai is a song from Vivah in which Shahid Kapoor was the male lead)

"Your poor Mr. Khan ne khud apna mazak udaya downstairs," he narrated the scene by the reception.

"I feel bad for laughing because he's our client," Isha pouted apologetically.

"I fail to understand your logic. It's not like he's here. A few laughs here and there are vital to survival. If you think about it, my crappy jokes are the reason an aunty like you is still alive. You should thank me."

"Shut up Rohan,"

"Isha!" he grabbed her hand, "I've been dying to here you say these 3 words. Phir se kaho, kaho na-"

She cut him off, "That's it. No more Bollywood for you."

"Alright, fine. I'll leave," he headed for the door, "By the way, you should consider redoing that eyeliner, you look like a raccoon," he attempted to gather his pride before leaving.

Rohan... Such a child. Isha sighed before looking to make sure he was gone.

"I was going to fix it anyways," she mumbled fixing her eyeliner not noticing Rohan and Ruchika tearing up outside.

She was taking notes on Asad's file and noticed what he said at the conference hall contrasted completely with his answers on questionnaires.

He described housewives as miracle workers but nothing in his words expressed why he would be happy with one. All of his answers showed admiration for independent thought.

These questionnaires aren't always accurate, she dismissed her thoughts and started searching for profiles according their meeting that morning.

The annoying Airtel ringtone disturbed her concentration.

The screen flashed "Rohan".

"Kya hai?" She snapped.

"Well hello to you too. Anyways Ms. Is-ha Mir-chan-dani," he annunciated every syllable as usual, "5:30 wali new-client meeting. Bhool gayi?"

Shit.

"Come on Isha, you have to be more serious about work this irresponsible behavior of yours is very..." he began the "Isha" lecture he dealt with every day. Payback.

"Shut Up Rohan!!! I'll be there in 5,"

"And make sure you fix that eyeliner before you come," he slid in knowing it would get the best of her.

"Bye Rohan!" she didn't bother replying and hung up grabbing the file Sally delivered this morning.

She welcomed the client into the conference room along with Rohan.

"Sorry you had to wait so long," Rohan apologized, "Isha was running a little late, there's a lot of traffic in our office you see," he smiled to receive a dangerous smile from Isha.

"No, no it's okay," the client laughed along trying to be a good sport.

"Anyways," Isha smiled, "Welcome to Rishta.Com..." Rohan joined in to which Isha not so obviously rolled her eyes. She didn't get his obsession with the line. "Miss... Uh.." Isha flipped through her file to find the name.

"Ms. Zoya Farooqui,"

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Thank you for your lovely comments!

I hope you liked this (super long) chapter!

Love,

Shweta <3

That was great start
loved it <3

Haha awesomee updatee! Really enjoyed it! I've started watching Rishta.com, only on the 3rd episode though! I'll probs watch more tonight, you got me hooked :p Anyways I loved this part! Do continue soon and thanks for the pm :))

I loved it!

I love Rohan. 😆

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wow! Its nyc and intresting. Cnt soon

Awesome part...

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Awesome update. Loved it. This is so like rishta. U got it's essence correctly. Waiting to read more. Please cont soon. Thanks for pm.