14 Girl in Red

Samarth

“Chug some coffee and get the hell up.” Sheena said to me.

“No, I could not, I need to talk to Amayra.”

“Did you get her number?”

“No, I checked my dad’s phone. It is not there.”

“Then go and talk to her directly.”

“Do you think it’s easy? The entire week I was absorbed in thinking about how to meet her. I wanted to talk to her…. but I cannot”

“Is there any way, your mom can arrange a get-together again?”

“No please …I am already fed up with all these dramas of family get-to-gather. It boils me up.”

Sheena laughed.

“Am I going to see my best friend in a headdress soon?

“Shut up …. I am in a midst of this headache and you, joking around.”

Sheena and I were talking only when my mom appeared. She told me to drive my father to the office as the driver was ill. Since my dad was a harsh driver, my mom couldn’t take the chance of him driving, and secondly, she wanted me to go office to look out for some matters, after spending a fun week according to her belief.

The entire week passed in various unsocial activities which included going to clubs, having some shots of tequilla, reckless driving, and paying a visit to some of our old friends who had been in the town luckily. Through Sheena, they found out about me getting married and I had to confirm to them “it is a false rumor”

Still, they continued teasing me. They had asked me to bring her one day and I nodded simply, although I knew I was not going to do that.

If they see her, they would laugh at me and my choice, so ….

When I further told Sheena about the accusation she made, she burst into serious laughter again.

“If you didn’t agree, then how come it extended so far?” She inquired.

“My mom told me she likes me.”

“Still in the nursery? Or what? Did you ask her directly?”

Sheena was right. “How come I believed my mother when I hadn’t discussed things with her only?”

I spent my valuable time exploring Miss Amayra’s Facebook profile or Instagram but couldn’t find her. Such an idiot I was to think that a dorky girl could be in social media. How could she be?

I planned I would better pay a visit to her house with a pretend of meeting her parents.

Anyways,

Dropping Sheena at her workstation and I drove the car straight to the office to drop off my father. On the way, we spoke out about some business-related issues and finance work. He insisted on coming out and join a meeting today but I simply waved my hand and said no.

“I am good at boxing. Heading there.” I replied, starting off the car.

He said nothing and got off. When I drove the car half a mile, my dad called and told me he forgot a file in the glove box. I took a U-turn and reached the office with the file.

While crossing my cabin, I saw a young, beautiful girl talking on the phone, facing the window and her back was everything I could see. With the little space of the opened door, I saw the long open hair of the girl, slightly wavy at the end. She wore sexy red heels.

“Red riding hood in my den,” I whispered.

Might be a client or a new employee or whoever she was, I saw her first time, exceptionally in my cabin.

I asked Rohan, a known employee in the company, working as an assistant accountant and he informed me, she newly joined here from today onwards.

“Who is she? Looks so young and fresh?” I asked Rohan.

“Really? … thought so. But she came with a man in his 50s, looks like her father, seems to be Indian.”

"Dude we live in India, so you can expect Indian people," I said shrugging my eyes.

“Do you think she come for an interview to be my assistant? What do you think?”

“Not certainly because you don’t work here,” Rohan said sarcastically.

“Shut up and do your work, more is yet to come. Let me find out who she is.”

Adjusting my specs back to my smoky eyes, my excited hormones sped up my walking speed in the direction of the cabin.

I was so bored looking at the same faces, energetic, and punctual people coming to work, sitting in the same place, and spending hours looking at the boring desktop screen.

“How do they gather such uncomforting vigour of coming to work on a daily basis?” Whenever I see them, my own energy is squeezed up like a lemon squish up.

I couldn’t wait to see her. I think she would become the reason for me, to come to the office daily.

How thoughtful my dad was to bring an assistant for me. I complained him that I could not take the load and due to short memory, I kept on forgetting small crucial detail but having an assistant would resolve all my issues.

Before thanking my dad for the present, he fetched for me, I wanted to visit the girl in red.

“Redilicious, I am coming.”

Not finding it necessary to knock on the door, I glided in only to find miss Amayra Wadhwani in my cabin. I gazed in awe.

The shy, demure girl turned back with the creaking voice of the door, casting a semblance of a powerful seductress, defeating me in an imaginary world. Shrinking in the thoughts, and regaining my consciousness. “Am I looking at the same girl or she has a twin sister?” I thought so.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m doing exactly what I said I’d do……seizing your property.” She replied, returning to my desk, crossing her feet, sitting on my swivel chair, and inversely smiling at me,

“Amayra in my office, in my cabin, and in my desk?????….”

My dad came in while I was on memory lane.

“Amayra daughter, how’s everything? You like the room?”

“It’s pretty fine.”

“Dad, ask me if it’s pretty fine for me or not?” I asked him returning to his cabin.

“What’s wrong?”

“WHAT’S WRONG? My heart throbbed when you asked her if it was fine or not? That’s my cabin, my chair.”

“But you never sat there, never used it also.”

“First of all, why she come here to work?” I angrily beat the desk.

“She didn’t come to work, I and her father decided that you two need time to talk and know each other; coming to the office and working together shall be the best time for you both.” He patted my shoulder and I threw his hands in the air dismissively.

“Is this how you decide without telling me? I will still not work even if she comes to the office.” I repeated.

“Fine, don’t work. Let her become the future CEO of this company.”

“WHATTTTTTTTT?”

The earth cracked underneath my leg, terrified by what he said, I imagined in dismay what if Amayra really seizes everything belonging to me.

“My family, my company, and my property.”

Horror crept as I dreamed that one day, I might be thrown from the Gupta mansion onto the road on a hot, scorchy day with a mini bowl, the capacity of holding few coins, and walking on the streets without my comfy slippers. Resembling just like a beggar, wearing torn clothes and uncombed hair…….

“Is that my future?” I asked myself.

………………………………..

“Dad, I will work but in my previous cabin which you gave to her.” I firmly said.

“Impossible, it belongs to her now.”

“So? You mean to say you can’t give it back to me?”

“I didn’t say so. You will work in that cabin beside her.”

“I can’t tolerate her sitting next to me ….” I condemned with a hate.

“Are you not the one who previously sit next to her on the dinner table?” My dad had a good memory recall in a situation like this.

“That was different …”

“Please elaborate how different it was….” He made me shut in a minute.