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Rkb meets ishita iyer face to face after their first encounter ...both will be in for shock.

Hello everyone!

I know its been forever since I updated this story but life has been brutally hectic. I have a breather for a couple of days so I thought I'd post a couple of back to back updates before I disappear again. Thank you so much for the continued support for the story and all the PMs in between requesting for updates!

Cheers,

Neet

Chapter 2

The elevator doors opened to a large and impressive foyer. Floor to ceiling glass windows looked out to the ever bustling chaos of the streets of Delhi. The walls were painted a dark shade of green that contrasted yet matched well with the dark hardwood floors. To the corner on the left was the cabin marked "Raman Kumar Bhalla, Chief Executive Officer". To the right of the door that was Mr. Bhalla's office was a huge reception desk that Ishita assumed would belong to Mr. Bhalla's secretary. To her right were rooms marked, "Conference Room," and "Banquet Hall" and a hallway to the end of which she saw more office rooms and heard the hustle-bustle of busy fingers typing away on computer keyboards and printers churning out document after document. Ishita took in a deep breath and braced herself before knocking on the dark wooden door that led to Raman Kumar Bhalla's office.

"Come in."

Ishita steadied her hand on the door knob for a second before opening the door. To say she was amazed was an understatement. The office was huge. In fact, the room was almost the size of the two bedroom apartment that she lived in!

"If you are done surveying the room, can we start the interview?"

The sarcastic drawl made Ishita conscious and she focused her attention on the man sitting behind the huge teakwood desk. He had an expression that was part irritation and part amusement on his face as he studied her. His jet black hair was gelled and set neatly. Just the fit of his coat told Ishita that the suit he was wearing must have been insanely expensive.

"Good morning Sir. My name is Ishita Iyer. I am here to interview for the post of your Personal Secretary," Ishita introduced herself in a well rehearsed professional manner. "So I have been told. Please have a seat Ms. Iyer," Raman gestured her to take a seat. Ishita sat down but made it a point to sit upright, so that she looked professional and attentive. "These are my certificates and resume sir if you would like to take a look at them," she said, handing over her folder to him. Raman reached for the folder and spent the next few minutes going over it.

"You have an MBA in executive management. Why are you applying for a position as a personal secretary?" Raman asked surprised. Ishita swallowed nervously. "I.. I have certain personal issues Sir," Ishita replied hesitantly.

How on earth could she explain to this man the irrational fears and paranoia of her single mother who lived by the words of the family astrologer, without getting ridiculed? Her father, Viswanathan Iyer, had passed away when Ishita was barely 3 years old. Her mother, Madhavi Viswanathan Iyer, was a kindergarten teacher and had raised Ishita single handedly all these years. The biggest bane of Ishita's 24 years and 6 months of life had been their family astrologer. He had predicted that Ishita would be a "wild child" - stubborn, difficult to control, tending to go astray. As a result, Madhavi, a concerned single mother raising her daughter in a city like Delhi, had been overly strict and protective about Ishita. She went to the school where her mother taught and all the teachers from kindergarten through high school knew her and her mom. She went to the local college too, barely a five minute auto ride from her house. And when she was done with college, her mother refused to let her go to IIM Kolkata for her MBA despite getting listed there and instead she ended up at the same local college. Any protests and rebellions that Ishita might have started were effectively drowned in her mother's meltdowns about how difficult its been for her to raise a daughter all alone and how if her father had been alive, she would've never had to go through all this. And despite all the suffocating restrictions that made her want to run away at times, Ishita would melt every time her mother started crying and give in to whatever she said.

The troubles with her horoscope didn't end there, however. She could only get married at the age of 24, not sooner or later. The one year when she was 24 was the only window for marriage in her horoscope. Even as she pursued her MBA, her Amma had informed her that as soon as she turned 24, she would find a suitable boy and get her married off. She could think about a career after she got married. The groom hunting had been going on rigorously for the past 6 months and for once, she was thankful that her horoscope was such a mess - it was almost impossible to find the right kind of match for her horoscope. 6 months of what seemed like a house arrest later, she was so glad when she had found this advertisement in the newspaper for an opening at PSR Corporation. The only reason she was even sitting here today for this interview was because her father had worked for PSR Corporation. This was the one and only time, Ishita had been able to emotionally blackmail her mother, that too using her dead father's name, into letting her attend this interview. But of course, she couldn't explain any of this to the man sitting in front of her and expect him to understand.

Raman studied her for a long second before asking, "So you aren't going to tell me how working with PSR Corporation has been your lifelong dream and you are willing to become even a Personal Secretary just for the opportunity to learn?" Ishita swallowed nervously. That was the "right answer".. The one she was supposed to say, instead of blurting out about her personal issues. Gosh! It looked like she had blown her chance. "This will definitely be an opportunity for me to learn too Sir. After all, what better company could I learn from than the one that turned around the fate of the 3 nearly bankrupt companies that it took over in the last two years and reported a profit margin of more than 10% in all of them in the last quarter?" Ishita tried to do some damage control. "You seem to have done your homework Ms. Iyer but I am looking for a Personal Secretary - someone who manages my calendar to the minute, manages logistics for my meetings, drafts and types out letters and reports without messing them up or requiring to be taught how-to. The clerical stuff. Not an MBA graduate who is constantly eyeing for better positions," Raman said as he shut her folder and handed it back to her.

Ishita swallowed nervously. This was her only chance. Her only other option was to wait till she got married and then hope that whoever she married would be okay with her working. Like her mother kept reminding her, they weren't in a position to make demands that she be allowed to work. She would have rebelled but just thinking of all the emotional torture her mother would subject her to made her back off. Just then, an idea struck her. "I'm willing to sign a bond!" she blurted out. Raman looked at her surprised, "What?!!!" "Yes!" Ishita said emphatically, "I am willing to sign a one year bond, or for however long, that I will work as your personal secretary and not leave when I get a better opportunity," Ishita replied. She hoped he would settle for a one year bond. A one year bond should work fine. She'd be married and settled in by then and her new family would have time to get adjusted to the idea of her going to work as well, she thought.

She was desperate, Raman realized. Maybe that could work in his favor. She had all the qualifications, well, she was over-qualified. At least she'd know how to operate a computer and type up documents on Word without needing him to show her how. His expectation levels had sunk so low, he realized. Then he remembered all those nitty-gritty things that he had had to manage on his own since he'd fired his previous secretary yesterday. This was a busy time of the year, he could really use the help. He nodded his head and reached for his phone. "Fine! You need the job desperately and I need a secretary desperately. I'll call the HR department and have them draw up your job contract and yes, I will put a one year bond in there as well," Raman said as he reached for the phone on his table. "Can I sign it now?" Ishita asked and Raman stilled. He looked at her excitement and wondered if he was making a mistake. What if she was just an over-enthusiastic non-skilled fresher? "You do know Ms. Iyer, that PSR corporation does not fall into the terms of the bond and that I am free to fire you if your work and professionalism do not meet my expectations?" Raman asked. Ishita took that as a cue to tone down her excitement and nodded solemnly, "Yes Sir. I promise you that I will not give you any reason to complain." "Good!" Raman said as he dialed the HR department and instructed them to have her contract papers ready. "Thank you so much Sir," Ishita said as she stood up and extended her hand to shake hands with him. Raman stood up too and shook hands with her. "Welcome aboard Ms. Iyer!"

Mmm...things are heating up now...boss-sec romance...didn't these 2 meet earlier?...the dance floor that lead to their wild moment ?!

nice update
so ishita is his PA now

nice update
so ishita is his PA now
but they met on the dance floor na?
n that all happened????

nice update

beautiful update
please continue soon 😊

Part 1 was nice

Part 2 was beautiful