Tujhko Shiddat Se Chahun
Chapter One
Vishwanathan Iyer was the trusted accountant of PSR International since the past thirty years so despite the advent of auditors, the late Om Prakash Bhalla, who had been the MD of the company till the time of his death, two years ago, had handed him the responsibility of preparing and keeping a check on financial statements for the company.
Vishwanathan or Vishwa, as Om Prakash would fondly address him, had always been diligent. However, despite the fact that he had stayed up all last night preparing the same, it had slipped his mind to bring his USB pen to office in which his daughter had saved the statement, resulting in the twenty four years old, current MD, son of deceased Om Prakash, Raman Kumar Bhalla giving him an ultimatum in front of the entire staff.
"Get me the financial statement in the next one hour or get ready to be fired. Bloody old man."
Raman dashed off to his cabin, leaving behind a profusely sweating Vishwa who fret over being fired if he failed to provide the financial statement at such a short notice. He slumped onto the chair right behind him, staring into oblivion, aghast at Raman's disregard of him.
Years before he became the Managing Director of his father's company, Raman would play in Vishwanathan's lap, relishing sweet treats from the man who he would call Uncle. Those memories seemed to have become buried in Raman's subconscious as he treated the aging man with complete indifference as if his existence made no difference. Yet, Vishwa stuck onto the job despite his ill health because he had two grown up daughters who he had to marry off.
Vishwanathan looked around to see if he could request a younger employee to drop by his place and quickly grab the USB but Raman had employed important tasks to everyone. Vishwa held his head in frustration and cursed his severe leg pain which restricted him from moving around much.
Meanwhile in his cabin, Raman grew impatient for the financial statement as he needed it to analyse what aspects of the company provided the best return on investment. He repeatedly glanced at his wrist watch, getting angrier at Vishwanathan for being incompetent. He dialled the intercom and asked Vishwa to reach his cabin immediately, as he bounced his leg up and down in impatience.
Vishwanathan hesitantly knocked at the door, fearing Raman had typed up his resignation. But he hastily told him to take a seat, placing his laptop in front of Vishwa in which Excel was open.
"Come on, get started with the statement. Make it from scratch. Stop wasting my time."
Vishwanathan nodded his head, fearful of making a mistake on the laptop but Raman did not have a bother in the world. Having the financial statement in front of himself mattered so much to him that he did not even care that Vishwa struggled with technology.
The old man began creating the statement when a knock on the door broke his concentration. Raman scratched his forehead in irritation and barked at the closed door, gesturing Vishwanathan to carry on
"Come in!"
A young lady, aged no more than twenty three stepped foot into the cabin and witnessing her angelic beauty seemed to work as a cooling balm on Raman's burning temper. Lost in a trance upon witnessing her serenity, he asked in a rather gentle tone; stunning Vishwa
"May I know your name?"
The lady's demeanour was professional like as she stood with a serious face, albeit wearing a white chooridar, as though in the garb of an angel
"I'm Ishita Iyer, the daughter of your accountant, Mr. Vishwanathan Iyer and I've come to hand this USB to him."
Ishita handed her father the USB
"I'm sorry Appa, I'd forgotten to give it to you in the morning. I'll leave now."
She left the cabin as Vishwanathan forwarded the USB pen to Raman, not at all anticipating what he would say next
"I want to marry your daughter Vishwa."
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