This is Aryan Singh Rathore.
He is a famous business man and an award winning journalist
He is the owner of bhaskar times
He is los Angeles's only trillionaire
He is constantly on business trips
He is a mafia king(maybe not but he looks like one)
He is emotion less and has no love,no compassion and is straight to business no jokes
His main focus is being the best
He is a male model
He goes on trips to europe and other continents every week
He owns an island in hawaii and a few other places
He works out every day
He takes his mom and sister shopping every week in each fashion brand
He is strict
He is 24 years old
He likes everything done perfectly because his perfect.
He dislikes showoffs,now it alls and people that think they are better than him but are clearly not,joke a lots and people who get personal
He works his ass off to make money he already has
This is ARYAN SINGH RATHORE
POV: imlie
"You can do this"I say to myself
I walk in and it's amazing.
Screen touch doors, Opening walls, Awesome elevators and even more
I reached the receptionist
"Hello,I'm here for a job interview"I say
"Oh"she says typing on her computer"You can go up"she says gesturing to the elevator
I walk into the elevator and it was so quick,my tommy began to hurt
I came out and saw the hugest office ever.It was modern yet simple,it was so big.
I walked a bit forward and saw someone sitting on a chair but he wasn't looking at me,he was faced backwards.
"Em, hello sir"I say as he turned around
He was very young and he was very hot,hotter than Aditya I must say.He was triple of Aditya's size. The cutest guy I have seen since Aditya.has beautiful grey eyes,the perfect jawline, smoothly packed hair and a little beard
He got up from his and walked to me
"Name"he said
"Imlie, imlie sharma"I say getting nervous
"What are you here for"he says
"Job interview"I say
"Walk with me"he says and starts walking and I follow
We enter the elevator and got down stairs and went to the parking lot
"No questions, just do"he says
"But..."I get cut off
"No questions"he says sternly
I immediately invisible zip my lips and he scuffs
He throws me a towel and hand me a bucket. We were standing in front of a Grey tesla.
"Wash this is 30 second"he says gesturing to the car and looking at his watch
Aren't am I supposed to be in a job interview right now but no questions
"Go"he says
I tie my hair into a bun and pour the water on the top so it gets everywhere. I quickly use the towel and clean everywhere. I dip the towel in the remaining water and clean the mirrors
YOU ARE READING
IMLIE
UngdomsfiksjonCurrently re-writing WATTYS 2022 WINNER {Original story} Imlie a regular village girl got trapped in a story of destiny and faith that leaves her in sadness and pain. She is forcefully married to Aditya but watches him get married to her half siste...
