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Hey guys ,😃
i know u all (almost) are aware of my poor writing skills hehe😆
but this time here is some thing which i found or i can call inspired from a short story, hope u will like it😳
guys i have to admit it that "I read this cute story by Jeffrey Archer last night and wanted to share it with you."
Thanx Vistaa di for realizing me where i get wrong, love you for it di😳
Avdhesh was running late , and would have grabbed a taxi if it hadn't been the rush hour. He entered the crowded Metro and dodged in and out of the hordes of commuters as they headed down the escalator on their way home.
Avdhesh wasn't on his way home. After only four stops he would re-emerge from the bowels of the earth to keep an appointment with Ely Bloom. the Chief Executive of Chase Manhattan in Paris, Although Avdhesh had never met Bloom., like all his colleagers at the bank, he was well aware of his reputation. He didn't take a meeing with anyone unless there was a good reason.
Avdhesh had spent the forty eight hours since Bloom's secretary had called to make the appointment trying to work out what that good reason could possibly be.,A simple switch from Credit Suisse to Chjase seemed the obvious answer -but it was unlikely to be that simple if Bloom was involved . Was he about to make Avdhesh an offer he couldn't refuse? Would he expect him to return to New York after he had spent less than two years in Paris? so many questions floated through his mind. He knew he should stop speculating, as they would all be answered at six o'clock . He would have run down the escalator, but it was too crowded.
Avdhesh knew he had a few chips stacked on his side of the table- he had headed up the foreign exchange desk at Credit Suisse for almost two years ,m and it was common knowledge that he was outperforming all of his rivals . The French bankers had simply shrugged their shoulders when they were told of Avdhesh's success, while his American rivals just tried to persuade him to leave ihs present position and join then. Whatever Bloom might offer him, Avdhesh was confident Credit Suisse would match it. Whenever he had received other approaches during the past twelve months he had dismissed them with the same polite, boyish grin- but he knew that this time would be different. Bloom was not a man who could be bought off with a polite, boyish grin.
When Avdhesh stepped onto the platform of the Metro , it was so crowded that he wondered if he would be able to get on the first train that pulled int the station. He checked his watch. 5.37 He should still be well in time for the meeting , but as he had no intention of being late for Mr Bloom., he began to slip through any tiny opening or gap that appeared until he on board the next train. Even if he didn't reach an agreement with Mr Bloom the man was going to be an important figure in the banking world for years to come, so there was no point in turning up late and making a bad impression.
Avdhesh waited impatiently for the next train to emerge from the tunnel , He started across the track at the opposite platform, and tried to concentrate on what questions Bloom might ask.
What is your present salary?
Can you break your contract?
Are you on a bonus scheme?
The southbound platform was just as crowded as the one he was standing on, and Avdhesh' concentration was broken when his eyes settled on a young woman who was glancing at her watch. Perhaps she also had an appointment she shouldn't afford to be late for.
When she raised her head, he immediately forgot Ely Bloom .He just stared into those deep brown eyes. She remained unaware of her admirer. She must have been about five foot eight, with the most perfect oval face, olive skin that would never require make0up, and a mop of curly black hair that no hairdresser could possibly have permed. I'm on the wrong side of the track , he told himself , and it;s too late to do anything about it.
She wore a beige-colored raincoat, the tied belt leaving no question as the how slim and graceful her figure was, and her legs - or as much as he could see of them- completed a perfect package, Better than any Mr Bloom could offer.
She checked her watch again and then looked up, suddenly aware that he was staring at her.
He smiled , she blushed and lowered her head just as two trains glided into the station from opposite ends of the platform. Everyone standing behind Avdhesh pushed forward to claim a place on the waiting train .
When it pulled out of the station , Avdhesh was the only one person left on the platform. He stared across at the train on the other side, and watched it slowly accelerate out of the station , When it had disappeared into the tunnel , Avdhesh smiled again. Only one person remained on the opposite platform, and this time she returned his smile.
You may ask how I know this story to be true , The answer is simple. I was told it at Avdhesh and Arpita's tenth wedding anniversary earlier this year.
Like it or not plz leave ur precious comments😳
n don't forget to press likwa if u like hehe
😉
i know u all (almost) are aware of my poor writing skills hehe😆
but this time here is some thing which i found or i can call inspired from a short story, hope u will like it😳
guys i have to admit it that "I read this cute story by Jeffrey Archer last night and wanted to share it with you."
Thanx Vistaa di for realizing me where i get wrong, love you for it di😳
"LOVE at first Sight"
Avdhesh was running late , and would have grabbed a taxi if it hadn't been the rush hour. He entered the crowded Metro and dodged in and out of the hordes of commuters as they headed down the escalator on their way home.
Avdhesh wasn't on his way home. After only four stops he would re-emerge from the bowels of the earth to keep an appointment with Ely Bloom. the Chief Executive of Chase Manhattan in Paris, Although Avdhesh had never met Bloom., like all his colleagers at the bank, he was well aware of his reputation. He didn't take a meeing with anyone unless there was a good reason.
Avdhesh had spent the forty eight hours since Bloom's secretary had called to make the appointment trying to work out what that good reason could possibly be.,A simple switch from Credit Suisse to Chjase seemed the obvious answer -but it was unlikely to be that simple if Bloom was involved . Was he about to make Avdhesh an offer he couldn't refuse? Would he expect him to return to New York after he had spent less than two years in Paris? so many questions floated through his mind. He knew he should stop speculating, as they would all be answered at six o'clock . He would have run down the escalator, but it was too crowded.
Avdhesh knew he had a few chips stacked on his side of the table- he had headed up the foreign exchange desk at Credit Suisse for almost two years ,m and it was common knowledge that he was outperforming all of his rivals . The French bankers had simply shrugged their shoulders when they were told of Avdhesh's success, while his American rivals just tried to persuade him to leave ihs present position and join then. Whatever Bloom might offer him, Avdhesh was confident Credit Suisse would match it. Whenever he had received other approaches during the past twelve months he had dismissed them with the same polite, boyish grin- but he knew that this time would be different. Bloom was not a man who could be bought off with a polite, boyish grin.
When Avdhesh stepped onto the platform of the Metro , it was so crowded that he wondered if he would be able to get on the first train that pulled int the station. He checked his watch. 5.37 He should still be well in time for the meeting , but as he had no intention of being late for Mr Bloom., he began to slip through any tiny opening or gap that appeared until he on board the next train. Even if he didn't reach an agreement with Mr Bloom the man was going to be an important figure in the banking world for years to come, so there was no point in turning up late and making a bad impression.
Avdhesh waited impatiently for the next train to emerge from the tunnel , He started across the track at the opposite platform, and tried to concentrate on what questions Bloom might ask.
What is your present salary?
Can you break your contract?
Are you on a bonus scheme?
The southbound platform was just as crowded as the one he was standing on, and Avdhesh' concentration was broken when his eyes settled on a young woman who was glancing at her watch. Perhaps she also had an appointment she shouldn't afford to be late for.
When she raised her head, he immediately forgot Ely Bloom .He just stared into those deep brown eyes. She remained unaware of her admirer. She must have been about five foot eight, with the most perfect oval face, olive skin that would never require make0up, and a mop of curly black hair that no hairdresser could possibly have permed. I'm on the wrong side of the track , he told himself , and it;s too late to do anything about it.
She wore a beige-colored raincoat, the tied belt leaving no question as the how slim and graceful her figure was, and her legs - or as much as he could see of them- completed a perfect package, Better than any Mr Bloom could offer.
She checked her watch again and then looked up, suddenly aware that he was staring at her.
He smiled , she blushed and lowered her head just as two trains glided into the station from opposite ends of the platform. Everyone standing behind Avdhesh pushed forward to claim a place on the waiting train .
When it pulled out of the station , Avdhesh was the only one person left on the platform. He stared across at the train on the other side, and watched it slowly accelerate out of the station , When it had disappeared into the tunnel , Avdhesh smiled again. Only one person remained on the opposite platform, and this time she returned his smile.
You may ask how I know this story to be true , The answer is simple. I was told it at Avdhesh and Arpita's tenth wedding anniversary earlier this year.
Like it or not plz leave ur precious comments😳
n don't forget to press likwa if u like hehe
😉
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