***Chapert 1: Is this how it is supposed to be? *** She handed over her CV to the man and nervously took his adjacent seat. She closed her eyes the moment she saw the change of expressions on the old man's face. 'why even I opted for it in the first place', she cursed herself."So miss Farooqui", the old man said, "Do you know that you are underqualified for this job?" keeping the file on the table between them the old man questioned her.
"Yes", she answered lowering her gaze.
"And you still came? Interesting". The room's atmosphere was tensing up.
Zoya was about to say sorry and leave when a man carelessly barged into the room from a door she noticed for the first time existed and started to work on the computer placed to her far right.
"So do you know anything about accounts?" the old man question irrespective of the disturbance caused in the room.
"No", she replied
"You know how to operate a computer?"
"No", she said and the old man let out a suppressed laughter
Zoya could feel the guy on the computer turn and attentively listen to their conversation.
"No". She sighed
"To phir ap yahan lene kya ayi hain mohtarma?", the man said cunningly
Zoya wished the earth to open and swallow her alive.
Covered in a huge shawl, covering almost all of her body, totally opposite to the girls she saw in waiting room who were dressed in jeans and shorts with tons of makeup on their faces, still feeling the need for a touch-up.
She had her gaze on the floor but could feel the guy on computer walk approach the table where they sat.
"Apka favorite actor kon hai?", he questioned as he took the seat with the old man.
"Jee?", quizzically asked and for the first time raised her eyes to meet his. Her heart skipped a beat, he had a smile on his face and a glint of naughtiness in his eyes, she quickly shifted her gaze.
"I don't watch movies", she replied wanting to end this so called job interview.
"Chalain TV actor hi bata dain", he probed her further.
"I don't watch TV either", she felt insulted!
"To phir koi favorite writer?", he asked with a smirk.
"Mein kitabain nahi parhti", she said wanting to run away.
"Yaani Mills and Boons bhi nahi?"
She shaked her head in a No. Oh! I so wanna die!' she thought.
"Strange", he commented.
"You know how tough is a job for a secretary? We may call you at wee hours of the day and you will have to come or maybe due to the load of work you will have to stay back in the office itself, your work hours may be extended without any notification, can you follow this routine?" he asked
"No", she answered.
Asad knew what would be the answer to his question, he had guessed it by her personality that she belonged to a class where there were a number of outdated restrictions for a girl.
Zoya was now waiting for a Big Fat NO to be thrown on her face so that she could simply run away!
"Agar apko appoint kar lein tab bhi itni hi bari shawl mein ayen gi ap?"
"I can manage a scarf", this was probably the first positive answer by her.
"You are appointed" saying so her turned to the old man and said. "Rashid sahib inhen abhi inka appointment letter de dain and she may join from Monday!"
Saying so he left the room from the same door he had entered leaving a shocked Zoya behind.
"Alright! Please wait outside till we give you the letter", saying so Rashid left from the same door from where he had disappeared.
Zoya was walking out of the room shocked. Is this how job interviews are held?' she thought confused!. She stopped to have one glance at the exquisite interiors, she never thought existed other than fairy tales and then quietly walked out to the corridor.
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Hey Everyone!
So here goes the first part of this FF, I am super nervous and seriously my heart is in my throat, this is the first time ever I am putting it in front of people. 😳
All your criticism and likes are graciously accepted so feel free to comment 😊
Regards
Naha
Edited by janaa_way - 11 years ago
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