Part 5 - The nerd meets the Arrogant - part 1

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***Sahana's P.O.V***

"7:58...it took me exactly 10 minutes and 2 seconds to drop you...I told you right that you'll reach well before time??" Bhai said proudly, stopping his bike in front of my new office building and showing me his watch.

I didn't answer him, but just rolled my eyes at him.

"Apne boss k saath aaj baat kar k dekhlo..... kal se itni jaldi aake office door khol n ka kaam bhi tu hi karlegi bol dena... tera extra work dekh k khush hojayega banda" bhai said, chuckling at his own joke.

{Translation - talk to your boss and see...tell him that tomorrow on-wards you'll come early to office like this and open the office doors...he might get impressed by your extra work}

"Bhai! Aap ko toh pata hai na... I prefer to be early and punctual rather than make someone else wait for me?" I whined, removing my helmet and thrusting it onto bhai's hand.

"Okay you know there's a difference between being-punctual and arriving-one-hour-two-minutes-early to your work?" bhai asked, removing his own helmet and wriggling his eyebrows at me.

"You know how much I want to impress my boss?! Besides, weren't you the one who taught me to kiss-ass?" I asked, raising my own eyebrow and placing my hands on my hips.

"I told you to impress your boss by being punctual, and knowledge! Not come an hour early to your work.... And definitely not to study like you have an important exam today!" bhai said, smirking.

"Seriously?! This is all you can say before the most important day of my life?" I asked, glaring at bhai.

"The most important day of your life so far Sonu!! There are much more important days than just your first day at a new office!" bhai said, shaking his head in disapproval.

"The day you find your Romeo with whom you'll go to Paris for example?" bhai added and winked, making me flush to the exact shade of maroon as my salwar kameez.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed at him but didn't say anything.

"Ok ok...Have a nice day...tension matt le...tera boss agar bohot sataya na toh mujhe boldiyo... time-pass k liye mai ne body bana k rakhkha nahi hai!! Uss sale ko ek laafha doonga na, pura choomu hojayega" bhai said in a reassuring sort of way.

{Translation - Ok ok have a nice day. Don't get tensed. Just give me a word if your boss is irritating you too much. I did't build my body for time-pass you know? I'll give him one hard punch and he'll become Mr. Bean from Mike Tyson}

Even under the immense tension and pressure I was feeling to impress my boss on the first day, I couldn't help but giggle at my bhai's words - he's always my hero!

"Agar woh aap se bhi jyada strong nikla toh?" I asked, giggling.

{Translation - What if he's stronger than you?}

"Tu meri side hai ki uss k side hai choti? Tera bhai 15 saal se gym jaa raha hai!! Tera boss toh koi buddhdha hoga jisko mein yu khatam karlu" bhai said confidently, clicking his thumb and middle finger to show a flick.

{Translation - Whose side are you on? I've been going to the gym for the past 15 years now. Your boss would definitely be some old man whom I can finish with the flick of my fingers}

"Of course...mera bhai toh mahan hai....bohot strong hai! So strong that he has no problem telling his crush about his feelings" I said sarcastically and giggled, earning a smack on my head from bhai.

{Translation - Of course! My brother is very great...very strong...}

"Tu bohot strong hai Sonu?! Ek cockroach ko dekh k itna high pitch mein cheekh thi hai...baap re... Even bats can't listen to the high-frequency noise that you make?!" bhai said, shaking his head in disapproval and earning a smack on his head from me!

{Translation - You're very strong Sonu? You screech in such high pitch seeing a cockroach... Oh my goodness! }

"Ha ha...very funny! Really amusing" I said, laughing a very sarcastic laugh, making bhai chuckle.

"Hey I was serious" bhai said, smirking.

"Achcha baba theek hai...chalo mein jaati hu" I told, waving my hand at bhai.

{Translation - Ok fine.. I'm gonna go now}

"Arre ruko... bhai ka lucky hug nahi chahiye kya?" bhai asked dramatically, making me stop at my tracks.

{Translation - Oye wait... don't want your brother's lucky hug?}

I smiled before moving forward and engulfing bhai in a hug. Bhai broke the hug and kissed my forehead.

"Bye" I said, turning away from him and walking towards the building entrance.

"5 baje tera office khatam hota hai na? Uss time tak mein aa jaunga tujhe pick-up karne....wait for me" he said, and I turned once to nodded and smile at him.

{Translation - Your office gets over by 5 right? I'll come by to pick you up}

"Tera boss agar zyada pareshan kare toh ek phone kar lena....aa ke ussko samjhadunga" he said, making me giggle.

{Translation - If your boss irritates you too much, just give me a call. I'll talk to him}

"Han theek hai...abhi jao aap" I said, turning back to bid good bye to bhai and then made my way to my new office - finally. I was supposed to meet the receptionist at the 7th floor...

{Translation - Ya okay fine. Now you go}

Bhai was right... I was waaaaaay to early to my office - the office was opened, but there was not a single living creature in the office.  I looked at my watch - it was just 8:10 am!!

Damn I'm early! I hate it when bhai is right!!

I think I'll turn into a ham today - see in cartoons, when someone is waiting for a very long period of time, they turn into ham...right? Same metaphor is used here.

You guys have a lot to pick-up with my style of comedy!

I sat at the entrance, waiting for at least the receptionist to arrive and guide me in, while busying myself with Whatsapp!

Riya said she'd reach office by 8:45am... she would have had come with me, but because I was leaving early, she said she'd join me directly here at the office...rather than take up the job of watchman for the 7th floor!

The lift pinged into a halt at this floor, making me turn my gaze hopefully towards it - hoping that it is the receptionist to guide me to my office!

But I was so wrong!!

The lift doors opened, revealing the most handsome guy I've ever seen - heck he's even more handsome than Liam Hemsworth or Ian Somerhalder or even my own Ranveer Singh!! 

He was a treat to these poor eyes of mine which had seen nothing better than Proakis' and Simon Haykin's communication textbooks in the last 3 days!

*insert a drooling emoji with two hearts instead of eyes here*

The tall handsome....hunk {even the words like handsome and hunk can't do justice to how great he looks!} pulchritudinous may do some justice....some! Dressed in a neat grey suit, maroon shirt and grey tie, paired with a pair of shiny black shoes stepped out of the elevator, making my heart literally skip a beat...

The hunk had set his jet-black hair neatly using copious amount of gel, making his hair shine bright like a diamond {not the time to quote RiRi I guess?!}

A black office bag in one hand, and a black iPhoneX on the other hand, the epitome of handsomeness walked forward, the click-click sound of his shoes on the marble floor being the background music instead of a fleet of violins playing some romantic song {like in MAIN HO NA when Shah Rukh Khan sees Sushmitha Sen for the first time and there's this group of violins in the background?!}

Can I call him Mr.Suave?!  

He looked up once from his screen, showing his beautiful eyes {with black orbs probably...can't make out from this distance!} and his perfect eyebrows, his bearded jaw clenched and a fire passed through his eyes, making me shiver. 

That's when I realized that I was ogling him with my mouth wide open. I quickly closed my mouth shut and looked down, pretending to be engrossed in my own world, when a sweet-yet-bark like noise made me jerk my gaze to the hunk who was a few feet away from me.

Maybe Mr.Suave isn't the name for him! Call him Mr.Hunk!

Mr.Hunk was on his phone, shouting at some poor soul on the other side of the phone call, saying something on the lines of "why hasn't I informed about the appointment of a new receptionist?!"

He listened intently to whatever the other person said, scrunching up his forehead in concentration.

"Oh" he said finally, looking intently at me and sighing.

Wait...does he think I'm a receptionist? What the funk?! I didn't spend 4 years in engineering and another 2 years doing masters in communication just to become a receptionist!

I glared at him, which didn't seem to bother him, because he put his phone to his ear again, looking at me from head to toe.

Hey that's rude!

I glared at him, before pulling forth my duppatta and covering myself with it, all the while looking at him.

An amused look passed Mr.Hunk...no wait Scratch that... Mr.pervert...that's better!

So as I was saying, an amused look passed through Mr.Pervert's face and I looked away from him, with as much contempt as possible.

Mr.Pervert was now shouting at someone else that the receptionist is inefficient and she's still not at office even though it's 8:35 in the morning. He said that he doesn't care and that the receptionist should get fired, and probably cut the call without even waiting for an explanation.

As the click-click sound of his footsteps resumed again, I unintentionally clutched my duppatta tightly in my fist, while mentally chanting everything from Hanuman Chalisa to Maha Mrythyanjaya mantra.

I shivered when I felt him standing in front of me, the click-click of his footsteps had stopped. Taking deep comforting breaths, I mustered all the courage in the world to look-up at him, who had an amused, yet angry look on his face.

"You are?" he asked in his booming voice, which was as cold as his eyes now.

"I...I...am...iamthenewemployeetoworkunderMr.Sharma" I stuttered but said in a single breath, standing up to face him.

Damn he was tall....and intimidating!

A small smirk formed on his arrogantly handsome face as he said "come again?"

Even though his voice was cold, I couldn't miss the tinge of happiness in it - why though?

Oh yeah, seeing me shiver like a leaf shivering due to breeze, he must surely be amused!

Arrogant bastard!

I glared at him, and suddenly thought of bhai.

Bhai's parting words, along with all the comforting things he'd ever told me gave me the courage to face the arrogant asshole standing infront of me, and I stopped shivering.

"I am the new employee here, from the merger.... I am to work under a Mr.Sharma" I said confidently, giving him a small smile.

If it were any other situation, I'd have laughed my ass off at the look of incredulity, mixed with the what-the-fuck look on his face. But seeing his face form a smirk, my smile faltered.

"You're the new employee? That too under Mr.Sharma? My my... You must have a lot of guts!" He said, stressing the word you and smirking.

I didn't miss the mirth in his voice, which would have had pissed-me-off had I not been too busy swimming in the ecstasy of his amazing voice!

Damn his voice is sexy!

Shaking my head a little to come out of the trance his voice had just pushed me into, I said "what's so funny...sir? I didn't choose my boss...the company did it for me. And in any case, he wouldn't be as bad as you're inferring!"

He chuckled at that - my heart yet again skipped a beat at the sound of his chuckling!

Well, at least I have hottie to ogle in my new office! What hottie? He checked-you-out remember? You're supposed to be mad at him for that!

But he's so hawt!!

"Rumour has it that Mr.Sharma is an arrogant asshole, who loves to torment his juniors.... specially women" he said, adding the last part after gazing me from head to toe...again!

Asshole...this fellow is an asshole! Mr.Sharma mightn't be as sick a bastard as the asshole in front of me!

Scratch the hawt I'd said earlier - he's a perverted asshole!

I glared at him again, and asked him through clenched teeth "well, for one, I am an extremely capable employee and I can handle any arrogant boss. And for another, I'll break his bones of he does a pass at me"

Mr.Arrogant Asshole in front of me raised his eyebrow at me and smirked.

"Mr.Sharma doesn't like tardiness...and looking at your timing, I'd dare say he'd have a complaint about it! But well, he does hate lazy butts and show-offs more than late comers. And for your kind information, Mr.Sharma doesn't check out girls" he said in a cold, business like tone.

"I had been the best employee of the year at my previous company for 2 continuous years sir... I don't think Mr.Sharma will have any problem with my efficiency" I said confidently. I had no guts to comment about the checking-out-girls thingy he said! It's good if he doesn't check out women! One less asshole to deal with!

"We'll see about that... But why are you dressed like you're visiting a temple?" He asked, raising his eyebrow and indicating my Indian formal attire, complete with a duppatta.

"This is Indian formal wear" I said, gritting my teeth and balling my hands into a fist, while still clutching on my duppatta tightly in one hand.

"Indian formal? Par aap toh nayi naveli Dulhan ki tarah lag rage ho?" He asked, again looking at me from head to toe.

{Translation - Indian formal? But you're looking like a newly married bride?! 

A/n - usually, newly married women in Hindu customs wear red/shades of red for the first few days of their marriage, as a sign of good luck and entrance to a happy married life}

"I am an Indian and proud of it. Nowhere in your office rules was it stated that I can't wear Indian formals to work? And it's a free nation SIR... I'm entitled to wear the dress of my choice as long as it's not obscene.... You yourself look like a clown in your maroon shirt and grey suit...but do you hear me complaining...sir?" I asked him, indicating his suit, and stressing on the word sir every time I mentioned it.

A mixture of fury, displeasure and what seems to be incredulity passed through his black orbs before he masked it all so that his black orbs reflected nothing.

"Besides, Mr.Sharma would be judging me based on my working capability, and definitely not on how I present myself, right..SIR?" I asked him, emphasizing the word SIR.

He opened his mouth to speak, when the lift pinged again and opened, revealing a group of people, all in their formals. 

The smile on all their faces soon died out seeing Mr.Arrogant, to be replaced by what I am sure is fear.

But the word FEAR wouldn't even describe the state of the girl in her late twenties tumbling out of the lift, almost shivering.

"G...good...good m..morning Mr.Sharma" she stuttered, looking at the asshole in front of me and almost running to the receptionist's desk.

Poor girl!! She looks so scared of this arrogant asshole!! Wait....did she say Mr.Sharma??? 

DID SHE CALL THE ASSHOLE IN FRONT OF ME AS Mr.SHARMA???

Holy Fudge!

Well, he's not an old-grumpy-man like I'd expected him to be! He's hot and sexy and...is it a set of 6 pack abs under his suit?!

Wait what the heck am I doing? Concentrate on the scene Sahana! Don't forget that this handsome asshole is your boss now, and he's been a complete jerk for the past few minutes!

Time for the F word - holy fuck!! 

My eyes widened in shock as I realized that I just called my boss a clown! A small whimper escaped my mouth, which I soon covered using my free hand, making the asshole...I mean...my boss...smirk at me.

So he knows I know! Dammit! He opened his mouth to speak, but the shuffling of footsteps probably made him shut his mouth, but didn't wipe the smirk off his handsome face.

Wait handsome? No I can't drool over my own boss!

"Good morning Mr.Sharma" said a few of them and literally ran away from the place, where as the remaining people mumbled a soft "Good morning sir" at him and walked away.

I shivered under the cold gaze my boss was giving the other employees - arrogant much?! He probably sensed my fear and feeling of embarrassment, because his smirk grew wider, and a glint of mischief flashed through his black orbs.

Again, my boss opened his mouth to probably taunt me, but another elevator pinged at our floor, making him shut his mouth again.

"Good morning Arush" came a woman's voice, making the asshole...I mean...my boss glare at a woman who was coming out of the other elevator.

She was tall and extremely beautiful - she'd probably be my female crush if I were a lesbian...wait what?

The woman looked like she was in her late twenties, her black hair streaked with red tips tied into a high pony-tail, her eyes perfectly emphasized by winged-eyeliner. Her perfect lips tinted with a red-lipstick, in contrast to her all-black western formals. All in all, she looked like a true damsel, with her fair skin shimmering under the light, shining probably due to her all-black attire.

Swaying her hips with every step she took in those awfully high sleek black stilettos, she walked to us and stood next to my boss, spreading a heavy scent of roses and jasmine in her wake.

 "I said...good morning Arush" the woman said again, in a sugary voice. Why do I get the vibe that she's a bitch?

"Good morning Ms. Sinha" my boss said, gritting his teeth.

"Now now Arush...what did I say earlier about dropping this formality of Miss and Mister?" the woman {Ms. Sinha} said in a sugar-coated voice, pouting at Mr. Assho...I mean... Mr.Sharma.

My boss closed his eyes, as though praying the heavens above to give him strength and courage, balled his hands to fists and opened his eyes again, to reveal a pair of rage-filled black orbs.

If he were Lord Shiva, then the woman would've probably be burnt to ashes by now!

"And how many times do I have to tell you Ms.Sinha that we're just colleagues here, working in a very formal environment? We're here to work, and not chit-chat and make friends?" he asked through gritted teeth, his jaws clenched tightly, showing off his square jaw too well!

They could probably replace his teeth for a mechanical press - I wonder what toothpaste he uses to make his teeth THIS strong?!

Ms. Sinha didn't say anything {though her eyes were screaming MURDER}, but smiled sweetly at Mr.Sharma before disappearing into the office, swaying her perfect booty more than needed. Bitch acted as though I didn't even exist! She effing didn't even pass me a glance!

'I was right I guess, she sure is a bitch!'

"Yes she's a bitch" came Mr. Sharma's voice, making me jump.

Wait.... did I tell that out loud? I gasped and put my hand over my mouth again, making Mr.Sharma chuckle.

"You did make it up for calling me a clown" he said with a straight face, though the corners of his lips were almost twitching into a smile.

I looked at him through my horrified gaze, making him chuckle!

'What the heck man?! Does he enjoy seeing people in despair?!'

"Yup that's the first thing you should know about me...aka...your boss" he said, nodding his head.

I'm doomed!

"I'm impressed by your punctuality Ms..." he said and looked at me

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