Just Meant to Meet again?

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 3

𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐲

"Why are you up so early?" Payal asks, rubbing her eyes as the bright light wakes her up.

"Today is Monday, I have to go to the Shiv Mandir," I reply, drying my hair.

"But you're grounded," Payal says, stretching her arms and yawning.

"I will just go and return, don't make too much noise," I say. Payal shrugs her shoulders and flops back onto the bed.

I wear a white kurta and apply kala tika. Quietly, I tiptoe toward the door without making a sound.

"Good morning," I flinch at the sudden voice. I turn around and see Ramu Kaka watering the plants.

"Good morning, Kaka," I say as I continue walking.

"Where are you going?" he stops me in my tracks.

"To the temple," I speak and start walking again.

"No, Nahi jah Sakti Dadu neh mana Kiya Hai!," he stops me again, spreading both of his arms.

"Kaka, I'm only going to the temple, Dadu won't know, and he knows I go to Shiv Mandir every Monday," I reassure him.

"Sachi, Sapat Kaka, I will bring ladoos for you and we'll eat them together," I promise, pinching my neck. He slowly lowers his arms and lets me go.

"Thank you, Kaka," I run as fast as I can.

"Mahadev, I'm doing all this to come to your temple," I think to myself as I look at the dark skies, with stars blinking.

"Fresh Fresh hawa," I take a deep breath of the clean air and feel renewed all over. As I stroll along the quiet road, I notice some cars passing by, elderly people heading to the temple, younger people heading to school and college, and an uncle selling newspapers.

It takes me ten minutes to walk to the Shiv Mandir. I buy Pooja ki Samagri and go to the temple.

"Om namah Parvati pataye har har Mahadev," I chant and pray in front of my Bholenath. Sitting still in front of the shivlinga, I feel a sudden burst of energy in me. I give Baba a final smile and bow one last time before leaving.

"Chacha, Puppies Kaha gaye?" I ask the vendor uncle who sells flowers here, applying tilak on my forehead.

He replies, "They were taken for sterilization and vaccination." I nod in understanding, wave goodbye, and leave.

I have to buy ladoos for Kaka. I go to the Meethai shop and purchase ladoos for Kaka and myself.

📖

"Nisha, help me carry these," Parama Maa calls from the kitchen. I close my book and head to the kitchen.

"Payal and Mina still haven't woken up?" she asks, glancing upstairs. I shake my head.

"Nisha," Badi Maa calls me. I look back at her.

"Has Pooja talked to you? Did she message?" Her worry is evident, missing her daughter more than anything. In denial, I shake my head, and her expression shifts back to sadness.

"Badi Maa, I need to tell you something," I say, placing the trays next to me.

"Pooja has a boyfriend, and she ran away with him," Badi Maa scowls at me before her expression softens into sadness.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she asks, her face tense.

"Badi Maa, I found out just yesterday, and so much happened that I couldn't understand anything," I explain, and she continues to shake her head while sitting in the chair.

"She shouldn't have done this. If she had talked to me once, I could have handled it," I say, sitting beside her, soothing her as tears well up in her eyes.

"Badi Maa, don't worry, everything will be fine," I console her. She looks at me and puts her hand on my chin.

"You both are like daughters to me. Beta, I have never differentiated between you and Pooja," her kind words fill my heart with warmth, and I hug her, looking into her moist eyes.

"Wow, getting emotional so early in the morning," Raj dashes into the kitchen. I release the hug and wipe away my tears.

"Abb Tu Kaha?" I ask him as he fills his water bottle.

"Jogging," he says, teasing me with his tongue before leaving.

"Pagal," I roll my eyes at him as I watch him fade away.

"Nisha, give this to Dadu," Badi Maa instructs, wiping her tears and handing me Dadu's breakfast tray.

"But he's angry with me," I note, eyeing the appetizing breakfast.

"Jake Baat Kar, Wese Bhi Dadu Apne Pyaari Ladoo she Kaha Ghussa ho Sakte Hai" she says, giving me a little motivation to face Dadu. With a nod, I head upstairs.

🪷

I knock on his door, and I hear "Come in." Twisting the knob, I enter.

"Dadu, breakfast," I say, setting it down on the table while he works on paperwork and calculations at his study table.

"Dadu, what are you doing so early in the morning?" I lean over his desk and peruse his files.

"Office work," he replies with a nod, still carrying the sting of anger in his voice.

"Dadu?" I question, kneeling down next to him and resting my chin on the arm of the chair.

"Dadu, are you still upset with us?" I wait for a response, but he remains silent, focusing on his task.

"I'm sorry, Dadu. I'll never repeat these mistakes. But please, tell me what I should do," I continue, but he says nothing more.

"Dadu?" I shake his arm, and he gives me a quick glance before putting down his pen.

"Nisha," he says, his tone firm. I straighten my posture and give him a pointed look.

"Sorry," I say, holding onto both of my ears and sending him pleading glances. I know my Dadu can't stay angry with me. He's a softy for me.

"What happened to my cute Dadu? Don't be angry, please," I turn his face to me and pinch his cheeks.

"My glasses, please," he gestures to his glasses on the table. I obediently stand as he puts them on and looks at me.

"Nisha, I can never be angry with you, but you all behaved so irresponsibly yesterday," he says, looking at me and lowering my gaze.

"I know, Dadu, but we all feel sorry for that. You always say that when someone realizes their mistake, they should be forgiven," I say nervously as he looks at me, pondering. I bite my lip.

With a smile on his face, he hugs me. Dadu is undoubtedly strict, but his love for each and every one of his grandchildren is greater.

"Dadu, you're great," I give him a big smile as I steal a peek at his cheeks.

"Dadu, can I go out?" I pout and fidget my fingers.

"It's already morning," he says, and I realize he knew. I bite my tongue, hug Dadu, and leave.

🪷

"Looking for a good part-time job," I mutter to myself while browsing through websites. "It'd be fun." As a fashion student in my final year of bachelor, I'm eager to explore different fields and gain new experiences. Currently I been Bored And Willing to do internships, Many of my friends does so I am Curious too.

"Here's one," I say as I click on a job posting, though the information isn't fully revealed. I send a request for more details and wait for a response.

"Got the email," I announce as I open it, revealing the locations and company information.

"Job position: Personal Assistant," I read aloud, feeling intrigued.

"Well, being a personal assistant isn't so bad," I chuckle. "If my boss turns out to be hot like in the movies, it might be exciting."

With a mix of curiosity and humor, I apply for the job, assuring myself that I'll give it my all. I draft a professional email expressing my interest in the position, highlighting my skills and eagerness to learn. As I hit send, I can't help but imagine the possibilities this job could offer.

🪷

"Selected?" I mutter as I glance at my phone before putting it back to my ear.

"Madam, would you be able to visit the main office today?" a woman on the opposite side asks. "I wondered if you were free today." Of course 🙂

"I will visit today, thank you," I reply and cut the call. Now, I have to go to work. Why did I apply, and why did they select me? I swear I get such anxiety talking with people.

I make my way over to my closet, looking bored. I go through all of my clothes and realize I have nothing to wear.

"What should I wear?" I ponder aloud, sitting amidst a tower of clothes, unknowingly creating a mountain behind me.

"What the hell are you doing?" Payal enters, her jaw dropping at the sight.

"I am looking for good clothes to wear to my job interview," I explain, sitting amidst the chaos.

"Job interview?" Payal sits on my makeup chair, intrigued.

"Wear something formal," Payal suggests, picking out an outfit.

"No, I don't like that," I reject her choice and resume rummaging through my clothes.

"Ek kaam Kar, Kurta hi pehen ke ja," Payal suggests again, and I stand up, considering her advice.

"Oh, yes, kaha rakha meine, I forgot I had purchased a new kurta set," I say, retrieving the kurta from my wardrobe, which I was hiding from my sisters.

"Woh yeh achi hai. Kab kharida?" Payal grabs the kurta from me.

"Sochna bhi maat," I quickly grab it back, knowing Payal's habit of 'borrowing' clothes and never returning them.

"All right, now prepare yourself. Pata Chala tu apni job interview par late hogayi," Payal gives me a sly wave before shutting the door.

I get ready, wearing my Payal and Kala Tika, an Anarkali suit, Jhumkas, leaving my hair loose, and draping a lightweight dupatta.

"Ready, yaar mein itna sundar kyu hu?" I chuckle, admiring my reflection in the mirror, and warding off any evil eye.

"Look at this mess. Leave it; I will clean this later," I declare before heading downstairs, locking my room. Everyone looks confused as I wave at them.

Author

"Holy fuck, she's driving me crazy," he mutters, throwing his head back and staring at the ceiling. Despite attempting to focus on his work at the desk, thoughts of Nisha and her chand sa roshan chehra keep flashing before his eyes.

"Her eyes," he murmurs, a mad smile creeping onto his face as he imagines moments with her. He's drawn not only to her attractiveness but also to her individuality and charm.

Zayn finds it intriguing how Nisha behaves strangely and makes funny faces, something he's never witnessed anyone else do in front of him. Who else but Nisha could dare?

"Zayn, what are you doing? Focus," he scolds himself, stretching his neck and shaking his head to clear his thoughts.

"What's taking so long, where's Kabir?" he wonders aloud, pulling out his phone to call his colleague. He asks his boss to hold off on his arrival with the news he's collecting for a little while longer.

A short while later, a knock sounds at his door.

"Come in," Zayn orders, and Kabir enters, carrying files and a MacBook.

"Boss, I received a call from Mr. Rathore. He's in charge of the trucks at the borders. We have the security and police under our control, and they are corrupted. Additionally, your villa will be under full security," Kabir informs him. Zayn dons his glasses, examines the papers, and signs them after careful review.

Trucks loaded with guns and rifles are finally making their way to India. Originally planned for import by ship, inclement weather forced a cancellation, so they're now being imported by road, a more challenging route due to border checks. Nevertheless, Zayn is determined to get what he wants.

"Everything is going as planned. Tell our men to encircle the whole city until the truck reaches my villa. It should be flawless, got that?" Zayn instructs, stretching his body as he rises from his chair.

"Until you verify those documents, I'll be taking a shower," he adds before walking away. As Zayn departs, Kabir settles down to review the files, meticulously cross-referencing them with earlier data.

🪷

Zayn undresses and steps into the shower, allowing the warm water to cascade over his hard, muscular body, emphasizing his chiseled abs. He relaxes, tilting his head back under the stream before emerging a few moments later, still wrapped in a towel.

As he stands before the dressing table, Zayn admires his reflection, running his hands through his hair and tending to his skin, reveling in his own allure.

[Omg Fucking Zaddy–]

"Stop drooling over me," he chuckles at his own reflection, acknowledging his undeniable appeal.

[Ahem! Stop Guys]

"Zayn," Reyansh interrupts, entering with files in hand. "These are the PA applicants."

Reyansh places the files on the table, and Zayn sits down next to him, tightening his towel around his waist.

"Background checked?" Zayn inquires, flipping through the papers, rejecting candidates left and right.

"You checked them yesterday, right?" Reyansh confirms with a nod, watching Zayn's decisive actions.

"Yaar, if you reject them like this, no one—" Reyansh begins, but Zayn interrupts with a satisfied smile.

"Found her," Zayn declares, holding up a paper with a girl's photo, despite her lack of experience.

"Her?" Reyansh raises an eyebrow, puzzled by Zayn's choice.

"Her!" Zayn leans back, confident in his decision.

"Why her? There are plenty of deserving candidates," Reyansh questions, gathering the papers from the floor.

"Reyansh, I want someone who will execute without question. Experience doesn't matter," Zayn explains, dialing the manager's number.

"Yes, Riya. Make sure she's at the office today," Zayn orders into the phone, ignoring Reyansh's skeptical glance.

"You're something else," Reyansh shakes his head, grabbing the paper from Zayn.

"Well, she's fine–beautiful," Reyansh concedes, turning to face Zayn, who is lost in thought once more, reminded of Nisha's antics.

"Dude, where are you lost?" Reyansh snaps his fingers in front of Zayn's face, bringing him back to reality.

"What happened?" Reyansh asks, genuinely concerned.

"Are you choosing her because—" Reyansh begins, but Zayn cuts him off, annoyed.

"Whatever, I'm going to get ready," Zayn says dismissively, walking over to his closet.

As he dresses in his expensive tailored suit, Zayn declines the offered drinks and proceeds downstairs, surrounded by his guards. Greeted by his staff, Zayn's presence commands respect, reflecting the high demands of working at Zayn Roy's Mansion.

Right in front of him, the driver parks his vehicle, and one of his men opens the door for him. Zayn settles into his Rolls-Royce for the day as they held towards his Work.

🪷

"Sir has arrived," a worker whispers, heads hanging low as Zayn passes by them, his presence commanding respect.

"Oh my god, whenever he's around, my heart skips a beat," one staff member remarks, stealing glances at the fading crowd.

"That's true, but he's so hot for that," another adds, blinking rapidly as she admires him.

"Hot for what, killing people?" a girl interjects, earning glares from her colleagues.

"What I'm saying is the truth," she shrugs, settling into her chair.

"By the way, Sir has chosen a new PA," one girl announces, while another types away on her computer.

"Oh, really? Again, I missed the chance, shit," she pouts, disappointed.

"I hope he's not a bastard again," another sighs, expressing concern.

"It's her," the receptionist declares, causing the other girls to exchange puzzled glances.

"What?" one of them asks, seeking clarification.

The receptionist nods, confirming her statement, leaving the others intrigued and curious about the new addition to the team. The news spreads quickly among the staff, eliciting various reactions and speculations.

Ｔ𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 ✨

Well only if Applying to Job was so easy 💃🏼🫶🏼

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