I'm writing this OS to see if people want me to continue it and turn it into a FF. So please leave comments and feedback ! I hope you all like it 😊
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Hands slammed down loudly on the desk, sending papers flying off and pens falling to the ground.
"What? You did not get the report ready? Do you know how important this deal is to us? I will not have reckless people like you work at this company. You're fired !!" The voice echoed and shook the office, causing a crowd to form outside the window. Everyone was petrified of their boss's ill temper and felt sympathy for whom the fury was directed at today.
"Please don't fire me ! I have young children and a wife at home. Please, I beg you! I'll never make this mistake again. My mother became very sick yesterday and was admitted in the hospital. That's why I could not do the work. Please give me another chance.", the man pleaded with his palms together, crouching down to his boss's feet.Upon hearing about his mother, their boss's face softened.
"Alright, okay. That's enough. Get off from my feet and stand up straight like a man. I'm letting you go with a warning. If you repeat your mistake, you will be fired. No excuses."
"Oh thank you !! Thank you so much !! I promise, there won't be a next time !" The man stood up, wiped off his tears and left.
"What are you all looking at? Have you had your entertainment ? Now, get back to work ! Go on!" They all scattered away like mice, instantly and went back to work. A chuckle came from outside the office followed by a voice.
"Knock knock. ", Rashi spoke while attempting to hold back her laughter.
"What do you need now?"
"Me? The question is about what you need, my dear sister. A cup of black tea.Here you go" She handed the cup to her sibling.
"Thanks." Gopi took the cup and let out an exhausted sigh.
"Where is that manhoos? Where is he?" Urmila's shriek could be heard by everyone outside their small apartment.Kinjal Shah ran after her mother to see why she was creating such chaos.
"What happened Mummy?"
"Have you seen the condition of our house?Why aren't you dressed yet Maharani? And where is that useless child of mine?He never brings any money to this house !"
"Dressed? For what?"
"Guests are coming from Mumbai to see you ,my princess !"
"What?!?!No ! I am not marrying that Dhawal !"
"Have you gone mad? Ofcourse you will ! Their family has so much money. You will be settled for life !"
"But mummyyy I don't want to marry that guy ! ", Kinjal whined.
"Hai mara thakurji. Will you stay single for the rest of your life then? You will change you mind when you see him! Now, where is that manhoos! Aheemm !"
"Jee Mami ! I'm coming.", Ahem hurried into the living room.
"I want you to clean this house and tell Jigar to buy some snacks for Dhawal Kumar and his family.They're coming to see your sister !"
"Really? We'll take care of everything Mami. Don't worry." Ahem was ecstatic for his little sister and went to wake up Jigar in their room. They had shared a room ever since he had come here after the death of his parents.
"Jigar ! Jigar ! Wake up ! Guess what? People are coming to see Kinjal today. Hurry up and get dressed ! Jigar? Are you okay?" He yanked his blanket off of him.
"Leave me alone. Let me sleep !" Jigar grumbled drowsily and pulled his blanket back over him. Ahem flinched at the familiar stench that his brother brought in the house several times.
"You smell of alcohol. You've been drinking again, haven't you?" His brother had started drinking when he found out that his love, Anita, had been forced to marry someone else. He had been grieving ever since.
"You know, there are other girls in the world too."
"Yes, but none are like her. You should know what I mean very well." He did know. He had his eyes on someone that he knew he could never have. Her social status was the sky and his, the ground. He would never be able to provide for her needs ,so he just tried to deny his feelings which he discovered ,was not that easy. But then again, neither is love.
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