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Author's pov
The waiting room was a hive of nervous energy, but Riya sat stiffly in her chair, her hands clenched around the file she carried. Her heart raced, and her mind rehearsed potential answers to possible questions. She could feel the weight of the opportunity that awaited her—a position in one of the city's most prestigious firms. She had prepared for weeks, yet doubt crept in. "What if I forget something? What if they find me lacking?" she wondered. A peon opened the door, calling her name. It was her turn. With a deep breath, Riya stood up, adjusted her blazer, and walked toward the interview room, her heels clicking softly on the tiled floor.
As she entered the room, her eyes scanned the faces of the interview panel—four members seated around a rectangular table, their expressions neutral but sharp. They all turned toward her except for one man. He stood by the window, his back to her, gazing out as though the bustling world outside held more interest than the interview. For a fleeting moment, Riya's focus shifted to this enigmatic figure. Who was he? And why wasn’t he participating? Before she could dwell on it, a commanding voice drew her attention back to the panel. Aditya Singh, the senior manager, greeted her with a polite but firm tone. His sharp features and piercing gaze added to her nerves. "Please, take a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair opposite them.
The questions began almost immediately, testing her poise and preparation. Aditya started. “Why do you think you are the right fit for this role?” Riya smiled, drawing from the confidence she had cultivated. “I believe my background in marketing and my hands-on experience in creating data-driven campaigns align well with the company’s vision. In my previous role, I increased client engagement by 25% within three months, leveraging a mix of innovative strategies and analytics.” Her voice was steady, and she met his gaze confidently. Another panel member followed up, “How would you handle a situation where a client rejects your proposal?” Riya responded, “I would revisit the client’s expectations, understand their reservations, and recalibrate my approach. Every challenge is an opportunity to learn and innovate. A rejection doesn’t mean failure—it’s a chance to create something better.” Her answers seemed to impress the panel, as a couple of them nodded in approval.
Yet, as composed as she appeared, Riya’s thoughts kept drifting back to the man by the window. He hadn’t moved an inch, his silhouette framed by the sunlight streaming in. Every now and then, her eyes flickered in his direction. His indifference was oddly distracting, pulling her focus away from the intense questioning. Aditya asked the final question: “Where do you see yourself in five years?” Riya took a moment before replying, “In five years, I see myself as an integral part of this organization, leading projects that not only drive growth but also inspire my team. I aim to develop into a role where I can mentor others while continuing to learn and contribute.” Her words were well-received, but her own satisfaction with the answer was tinged with curiosity. Who was the man at the window, and why did he hold her attention so effortlessly?
Author's pov
Arjun stood by the window, his back stiff, hands shoved into his pockets to keep them from visibly trembling. His heart thudded against his ribcage like a drum. "God, why is she so attractive?" he thought, his gaze fixed on the cityscape outside, though he wasn’t really seeing it. She was just a few feet behind him, answering questions with confidence and poise, and yet he couldn't muster the courage to turn around and face her. How could someone have this kind of effect on him? He was supposed to be in control, the composed one, the boss in this room. But here he was, sweating like a teenager at his first school dance.
He could hear the calm authority in her voice as she responded to Aditya's questions. Every word she spoke only tightened the knot in his chest. "What is this girl doing to me?" he wondered. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions—confusion, awe, and something dangerously close to admiration. He clenched his fists inside his pockets. He couldn’t let this show. He was Arjun Mehra, the CEO, the one everyone looked up to. And yet, the thought of turning around and meeting her gaze left him paralyzed. "What am I feeling for her? Is this... attraction? No, it's more than that. It's like she's taken control of my heart and mind without even trying."
His thoughts spiraled further. "How will I face her every day if she becomes my personal assistant? Can I even manage to keep things professional? She's already messing with my focus just by being in the room." He took a deep, shaky breath, willing himself to calm down. His palms were damp with sweat, and he rubbed them discreetly against his trousers. "Come on, Arjun, be a man. Just look at her once. You can do this. She’s in your office, for heaven’s sake, giving an interview to your assistant and team. You’re the boss. Act like it!" But even as he tried to psych himself up, his nerves refused to cooperate.
He exhaled slowly, his chest rising and falling as he fought to regain his composure. "Breathe, Arjun, breathe," he muttered under his breath. He stole a glance at the panel, hoping his tension wasn’t noticeable. Aditya seemed engrossed in her answers, nodding appreciatively. Her voice flowed steadily, exuding confidence, and for a fleeting second, Arjun almost turned around. Almost. But he stopped himself, his resolve faltering. "Why am I so tense? She's just a candidate... but God, she's so much more than that." He shook his head slightly, trying to suppress the storm inside him. This was going to be a long day.
Arjun's Pov
Oh god i think I need help.
Ok Arjun you just need to turn and say hello don't make it obvious that you remember what happened last night between you too... Ok breathe turn and say hi , hello or just hmm anything for god's sake I'm the devil
(His conscious: Fatu ladhki se hi bolne main itna natak aur naki Tu Devil hai The Devil sharam karna chahiye)
Thank you my conscious itna acha motivate Kiya tune ab ja yaha se .
Suddenly he hear
Aditya's voice "Ok Miss Riya sen you are hired for the position of Personal Assistant to our boss Mr Arjun Rathore"
Author's pov
Arjun's heartbeat increased he sensed Riya is walking towards him.
Before she say hello .
And before Arjun turned to say hello to her Riya's phone start ringing...
And she excused herself and
went outside.
Arjun take a deep sigh...
Office room
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