Sitting on my desk, with a computer screen in front of me, I was busy working and out of nowhere, a stack of files was thumped at my table. It startled me for a span of seconds.
I raised my head a little to look at the person which turns out to be the CEO, Shikha Ahluwalia. What does she want now?
She was a vision of power and authority, every inch of her appearance meticulously crafted to command respect and obedience. Her hair was pulled back into a severe bun, not a strand out of place, framing a face that seemed carved from marble-cold and unyielding. Sharp lines defined her features, from the high, sculpted cheekbones to the thin, pursed lips that rarely showed any hint of warmth.
Her attire was equally imposing, a tailored suit of charcoal gray that hugged her form with military precision. The fabric whispered with every movement, a subtle reminder of her presence even when she stood still.
Every accessory-the gleaming gold watch on her wrist, the polished heels that clicked with each step screamed wealth and authority, as if daring anyone to challenge her superiority.
But it was her eyes that held the most power, twin pools of ice that seemed to strip away any pretense or facade. They bore into you with unwavering intensity, dissecting your every flaw and weakness with ruthless efficiency. To meet her gaze was to invite scrutiny, to lay bare your soul for judgment.
I immediately got up from my seat to wish her but instead, she showed me her signature, resting bitch face.
A smile is not gonna harm you much madam.
"I want these files done until tomorrow. They are important in the meeting tomorrow". She spoke pointing at the stack of files. I nodded but then I realized that there are more than 20 files and she wants me to finish all of that in a day. How is that even possible? At least give me some more time.
"But mam, this is too much, I mean it-". I was interrupted in the middle of the sentence.
"So? It is your job and if you are incapable of doing it properly, then I will be glad to receive your resignation on my table in a few minutes Ms. Amayra".
Having no other option, I accepted my defeat. She always does this with me. Every time she loses a deal or something unexpected happens, all of her anger gets released on me.
Like I am her stress relieving ball or something.
I sat on my chair and started working on those files. I have no idea when the lunch time passed. It's almost 8 in the night. Half of the office is empty by now and the other half of people are packing their stuff to leave, and here's me, who still has 7 more files left.
This heartless bitch.
"Hey, how long will you sit alone here?". One of my colleagues asked me.
I don't have any idea about that either.
"I still have 7 files to go". I answered with a releasing a sigh at the end. It was not intentional, that shows how tired I am.
"Do you need some help?". She asked in her polite voice. I want her help but I cannot stop her like this. She must have plans at home, unlike me who doesn't even have a home. Pheww. ......
The office fell silent again. Everyone left, and here, I am alone, completing these goddamn files.
Standing up from my seat, I stretched my body a little. I have been sitting in the place position for God knows like hours. My whole body is aching. I extended my arms across the others and bent my upper body to get rid of the back pain.
After like 5 minutes of stretching, I felt a little relieved. I looked across the office to find something interesting, but obviously what would you find in a normal firm office like this. Nothing.
I turned around and my eyes fell on the coffee machine. I shall make a cup for myself. With the thought, I walked towards the machine and pulled a coffee table from the drawer below. It took me somewhat like 5 minutes to make the coffee.
I grabbed the cup and walked out, towards the main working area and walked near the window. It's a full moon night, and the moonlight is brighter than the normal days. The dark sky is getting illuminated with that brightness.
Sipping the coffee, I stood there, lost in my thoughts, when someone from behind spoke almost scaring me. Due to the sudden voice, my grip on the cup lossened and fell on the ground, resulting in the coffee to splatter all across the office.
With wide eyes, I looked at the person and found a man standing there. Who is he and what is he doing here, at this time?
I questioned with a shaky voice "who are you". My eyebrows knitted together and I focused on him clearly. A tall man, around 6 ft is standing there without moving, standing still like a statue. He did not answer me so I asked again.
"Who are you Sir?". I finished and saw him coming closer. He walked 2-3 steps towards me and stood at a distance. Enough for me to see his face. His curly, ruffled black hairs falling on his forehead, covering half of it. Broad shoulders and built muscles that peeked from the inside of his shirt.
"This is my mother's company, who are you girl, and what are you doing here at this time?". The man spoke in a heavy, deeper than the Pacific Ocean kind of voice. That's hot. So he is her son. Son of the CEO.
"I am here for work. I have to finish some files". I stated, and his left eye brow visibly raised with a smirk on the corner of his lips.
"But it's past the work hour right". He questioned me with the same smirk on his face. Gosh why do I hate smirks so much.
"Yeah, but my boss said that these files are important for tomorrow's meeting and she wants me to finish these before it, so I had to stay back. Nothing else." I answered honestly. He is her son and there's ain't no way, I am going to bitch about his mother in front of him and he will let it slip easily.
"Ohh so you got punished right?". I stopped in my tracks, and turning back I saw him standing just a feet away from me.When did he come closer? I didn't even hear his footsteps.
Punished? And me? I have never been punished ever in my life mister. Not even in the school. I know most of the school including the teacher hated me back then, but still the never got the satisfaction of being able to punish me and he is mocking me like it is a joke to him.
"Excuse me! You have no right to speak these thing about me, do you understand. I respect you, you are elder than me and you are my manager's son but that doesn't mean that you will mock me like this".
I stated this and saw his expressions change in a split second. With huge sprinting steps, he grabbed my neck and pinned me on the huge window. His gigantic hand, blocked my respiratory system. His grip was so tight that I couldn't even take a breath. I raised hands to grab him and punch him, but in return, he pinned both of my hands on the windows as well.
My whole body is forcefully pressed against the glass. Taking another step closer, he bought his face on the crook of my neck and bit me there. A jolt of current ran across my body, kind of making it numb. It is stinging. His teeth pierced my skin, making blood ooze out of it. Tears brimmed my eyes, I cannot speak or push him but I can cry.
He will do that again.
Both of my hands are in his grip and pinned in the windows beside my head. I cannot move my body due to the pressure his body is applying on me. He shifted both of my hands into one of his hand and the other one, made it's way Inside my top.
What is he doing. That's wrong. He cannot touch me without my permission and I did not permitted him to do so. How could he? .
I moved my body. I tried my best to get out of his grip but nothing worked. He only tightened it even more. His another hand, touched my chest, and went beneath it. My breathings stopped for a second. You cannot do it, you cannot do it to me.
I shook my body with all the strength I had, and in return, he pinched it. He pinched my bud so harshly that an unwanted sharp shriek pierced through my throat.
Is he going to do the same. Will he hurt me the same way. No please. Kill me rather than giving me that pain again please.
I chanted this in my head, hoping for him to release me but he didn't.
Is he a human or animal?
"This is the last time, you are speaking with me in that tone, do you understand. I will not think twice before strangling you to death right here. And trust me, no one will find your body ever".
He spoke and left my throat with a jerk. I fell on the ground trying to fill as much air as I can. For few seconds I thought I am going to die. He turned back and walked away from me like nothing happened. Like he didn't almost killed me.
I am damn sure that his tight grip on my neck, left marks there. I have a very sensitive skin and it will be visible to everyone tomorrow. How will I answer them. What will I say?
I stood up from the ground, and finished my work while shredding tears at my helplessness. After finishing the file work, I reached home at 2:50 in the morning. It was pitch dark outside, I was scared to walk alone, so Instead I called my neighbour and he picked me up from my office.
All the way back, I kept thinking about the stunt that happened with me. Why is everyone behind me. Is there something wrong with me?
"Is there something wrong di?". Aayush, my neighbour asked me. I looked at him and smiled fakely at him. " No, everything's fine Aayush". I lied.
"Di, I know you. You don't need to lie to me. I can see these marks on your neck. Would you still say that everything is alright?". He spoke, focusing on the road and at the same time, at me.
This boy knows me, more than my liking. Aayush is like my younger brother. He is a student and is here in Mumbai to study further.
Yes, I live in Mumbai. I left Nagpur after that incident in the fear that it will happen again. My family turned their back at me, so I decided to come here and have fresh start, and that's how I met Aayush.
He is a sweet little boy, like my brother. He is in college in his first year. He was the first person I met after I came here. Now we are each other's helper and friends.
I lay down on my bed and kept thinking about it. Unknown tears fell out of my eyes. I kept staring at the ceiling, knowing that sleep is nowhere near me.
Soon it was morning again. The sun is still on the horizon, the sky is covered in red, orange hue, which made it a scene to watch.
After about an hour, I found myself standing in the bathroom, taking a shower. I have to go to the office, everything will repeat itself. This has been the cycle of my life. Everyday.
What can I say, this is my life now. Nothing interesting. Somehow, I am just existing. There is no hope left in my that will urge me to say that I AM LIVING. I am existing.
I wore a pink kurti and a blue jeans. After applying a henerous amount of lotion on my face and my body, I left for the company. I kept staring at the atmosphere and people on the road but suddenly my eyes fell on a little stall on the edge of the road. A little momos stall.
Nostalgia hit me hard. Once me, Alisha and her brother Ranvijay, we all went together and had momos on her birthday. She literally begged Ranvijay to go with us and after denying for so long, he agreed. That was the happiest day of my life indeed. The spicy taste of the chutney and the taste of momos was out of the world.
I remember how Ranvijay almost died due to the spicy taste of it. He had one momo and drank 2 whole bottles of water. His eyes went red, with tears in them. I got scared for him. That was the last day I had momo. Whenever I think about it, this incident flashes in front of my eyes.
The car passed the stall, with a smile on my I reached the company in about 5 minutes. I paid the cab driver and he drove away. Leaving a heavy sigh, I entered the building. The receptionist smiled warmly at me, and I nodded in return with a smile on my face as well. I walked near her and asked her in a low voice.
"Did she come yet?". I spoke in a whispering voice and she answered shaking her head negatively. I can breathe for some time until she comes. I came to the working area after bidding a "thank you" to her.
I put my bag in my table and walked towards the coffee area and made myself some coffee. That's when I heard the sound of heels. She is here. And I was right. She went straight inside her cabin with her assistant following her.
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*SPOILER* from chapter 4
"You are fired". Three words. Just three words crumbled the ground beneath my feet, and turned my world upside down. The clouds of confusion covered my brain, preventing any other thought from entering my brain. My gaze got fixated on her face, imagining how she could do this to me.
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