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Chapter 3 ~|| Menacing Memories ||~
--8:39 AM--
She barged in his cabin like it was her own. "RANDHIRRR!" She shouted to a back-facing chair.
Randhir twirled round his chair, in the bossy manner, and stood up. He came close to her. "Tch tch. Girl, two things. One, you are late by 9 minutes. Two, THIS IS MY CABIN, NOT YOUR BLOODY KITCHEN THAT YOU CAN ENTER WITHOUT ANYONE'S PERMISSION. " He sort of shouted at her.
Tears welled up in her eyes. Yet, she was not going to be weak. She was on a mission. "Randhir, I need to talk to you. Serious, important talks. Okay? So can you keep this bossy shitty attitude of yours aside for like 10 minutes?"
"I knew something was fishy since the time I saw your name in the interview list. Bolo. I am always there, you know that. "
"Do you know what I am going through? I've been thrown out of my house. Sameer ne toh tumhare saamne hi mujhe ghar pe aane se mana kar diya tha. I am living in supposedly 3-star hotel where mosquitoes live on you. I don't have money. I am crying like a sick 5 year old since I met you yesterday. " She took a breath and continued " And Mr. Shekhawat, do you know that all the credit goes to you?" By the time she completed, her hand was on his collar, pulling him.
He was gaping. Then a faint smile took over his face. 'She is back. My tiger is back.' he thought.
"You still have the guts to smile?" She spat.
" Mm-hmm. And by the way, you are pulling me. Not that I am complaining, of course not. I am enjoying. " He winked at her.
She reflexively backed off and composed herself. They looked into each others' eyes, which told stories of past. Incomplete ones. They had missed each other badly, yet neither was ready to accept. Ego, others call.
He took baby steps towards her and but his left hand on her cheek, feeling it as if that could fill his emptiness up. She closed her eyes. But it didn't last long. As realization struck her, she took two steps back and said, " Randh- I mean sir, what do I have to do? "
He smirked. " Talk to them, these people," He handed her a sheet " and fix our meetings according to the dates written parallel to their names. Get to work."
--- 2 hrs later ---
He was working. She was talking, on the phone of course to the people. Not to him. They hadn't exchanged a syllable from the past 2 hrs. She hung up from her last call.
" Finally. God, these men are such jerks. Tell me one thing Randhir, you like fixing interviews with MCPs only? Oh ofcourse, bird of feather flock together." and she chuckled. He glared. She shut up, but not in her mind. She was still giggling in her mind at her oh-so-amazing sense of humor.
A knock at the door caught his attention. "May I enter? " a familiar female voice spoke. Both Randhir and Sanyukta widened their eyes as the voice reminded them of their horrible past. They couldn't believe that the Devil of their lives was back. She was here again, to ruin their lives again maybe. Why was she even here? Their minds blogged.
"Vidushi?" They cried in unison.
'Shit,' he thought
. "Shit! " She blurted out.
"Yes peeps, Vidushi. " As the glass door swung inside, she spoke. There she stood in front of them, the person who was responsible for their separation. Who had taken away the most precious thing of both their lives.
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I know this was short. Parr pakka promise next wala lamba hoga. Keep reading. Do comment.
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