This is an idea which occured to me when i was trying to grasp why Georgia has flat-rate tax.. I was in the middle of thinking of shifting to Georgia (not exactly), when I wrote this.. I'm not sure how this is going to turn out, but this is a five-shot.. or maybe six.. but I will try to make it five, so as to not bore you.😊
Here you go: This is the 1st Part.
There were lots of things she hated, getting up and conducting a meeting at 5 a.m. in the morning was, undoubtedly, one of them. Especially if her meeting included meeting the immensely annoying ex-boyfriend of hers from school days, the level of annoyance increased.
That being said, it is worthy to mention at this point, that the person in question is Anvesha Banerjee Ray. It is not as if she didn't liked her work, she did love it. Coming up with new things (calling chemicals "things" was terribly unprofessional, mind you) was always exciting, and so was poring over research, but one thing not interesting about her job was meeting the said annoying "man" of ten years before. Still, as she walked into her office, her skirt right in place, and just the hint of mascara on her eyelashes, she felt fairly confident about facing the man who had hurt her badly in the past.
Not wanting to go back into a flashback, she focused on the current problem in hand. She didn't even begin to imagine how he would look like, he would probably look the same.. she thought. Goggles, suit and tie, black boots which she hoped were polished, and with a stiff demeanor.
"Good Morning, Ashi. No messages for you this morning."
She barely restrained to shout back that it was 5 a.m. in the morning, and thus perfectly natural to not have any messages so far. But one look at her attractive, clich secretary-who-sleeps-with-the-boss- kind of secretary, she managed a nod and went into her office. Had it been later in the morning, she would've realized that the door to her office was open, and someone was already sitting on the guest couch, feet comfortably on the coffee table.
It was only when she decided to turn around and close the door that she saw him smirking at her.
And Anvesha Banerjee Ray, Senior Researcher and Executive Marketeer of Nox. Chemical Company stared, openly stared at the man in front of her.
He didn't look anything like she had imagined. Instead of goggles, his eyes were bare. He wore a plain yellow shirt, with a white open-collar suit. And instead of black starched pants, he wore jeans and comfortable office footwear. In a nutshell, he looked casually dressed yet determined to succeed in whatever meeting there was going to be.
"Not changed yet, I see?" He grinned at her.
"Not that it's any of your business." She shot back at him.
He took two minutes to look at her fully, his eyes narrowing as he made a slightly painful observation that she didn't eat properly, and continued, "So, being generous on rats, are we?"
Her brows rose in confusion before she shot back, "Yes, unfortunately, rats like you do need feeding."
"Do you really dislike me so much, Anvesha?"
She did cringe for a moment at the use of her full name before the impact, before raising her eyebrows in a 'what-were-you-thinking' look, "Well, yes, of course I do. I know you enough to know that you haven't changed at all, and frankly, I don't care. And if I care to be honest, Yuvraj, people like you don't change. You don't even have a bleeding heart. You just come in, take everything with you and stomp out, leaving other people to sniff the leftovers. The only difference between you and dog is that you can bark and bite, Yuvraj Dev."
He stood up, losing his calm composure for a minute, before quickly restraining himself. It wasn't until he was exactly opposite her that something snapped in him and he started speaking, "So you know about people like me? Let me tell you something, I know a lot about people like you too. I know that you're still not able to forget what happened between us ten years ago, and that's why you work so hard. You are too damn terrified of the world, because of which you are stuck up in this office, poring over immaterial stuff. You are scared to go on a date for the fear of what had happened a long time back. And beneath your "holier than thou" faade, you're just a normal woman who craves for her knight in shining armor.
As for me, have you ever just given a thought that maybe the past is the past. Or that every night I desperately try to forget what I had done. And have you ever thought that maybe, just there is a little chance that I'm bloody sorry?"
Once again, she stared at him and took a deep breath, "You're right. That was uncalled for. I don't know why I did it. I-"
He cut her off rapidly, "It's not always about what you do. Sometimes it's about what you don't do."
Looking at him storming out of her office, the innate truth she tried to escape from opened up in front of her. It was all very simple really, but she realized that she would probably never be able to accept the fact that the man she loved was, at this moment, standing exactly six inches and two centimeters to her right.
Your beautiful and lovely comments are what keeps me going.. please do comment.. and constructive criticism is always welcome.. 😳 oh.. and i would always love to write on requests, though i find working without requests a bit more inspiring..
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