For Your Sake (Complete)

Chapter 1

Now Kavya Jaiswal was a beautiful girl with extraordinary charms that only good breeding and values could inculcate. And talking of beauty, she was a classic-era goddess with lush long hair reaching her waist, a glittering nose pin on her delicate nose and love for glass bangles still intact in her heart. Always dressed in impeccably modest and aesthetic chudidar suits she looked like a descendant of Madhubala-Meenakumari era, only with a slender figure. Her pink lips stood apart on her face that was of pale complexion and her eyes were the epitome of soulfulness. Add to it her very classy Lucknowi ways to talk, and it did not take her much time to become the fancy of all males in the office. And everyone thought that this all-around package was the reason SR wanted her to be his secretary. He was a hot-blooded male after all who was active on the dating scene and that he was marking his territory by keeping her near himself, breaking a few amorous hearts in office.

But everybody's misconception was soon cleared. And that too very rudely.

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"Yes, SR," Kavya had replied to something.

"The address is missing an 'I', Miss Jaiswal."

Kavya had blinked in confusion.

"It's SIR for you and don't you bloody forget that," he bit out not caring for the office party that was going on and the audience they had, making her eyes tear up.

While whole office called him by his popular name SR, making them his co-workers, Kavya was singled out to be his assistant, his help, his minion.

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"Sir, hum jaayen? " she asked after a grueling meeting where she was taking minutes. 

"Hum?" he mocked and leaned as if hoping to see someone standing behind her. "Who else is there Miss. Jaiswal?" he asked.

"Sir, I mean can I leave?" she felt so stupid in front of clients and paralegals who were watching the verbal exchange with amusement. Talking about one's self in the plural was a norm in the part of India where she hailed from and everybody was aware of this idiosyncrasy of her home state.

"Better. Stop talking as if you are some kind of royalty. Now leave," he had jibed unnecessarily.

Hurt Kavya always tried to talk in English with him after that for the Luckhnowi style of hum (we),  was ingrained in her as a way to address herself when talking in Hindi.

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The whole office was gaping at SR's office where the sounds were coming from. Poor Miss Jaiswal was being yelled at, again.

"Did word 'urgent' not ring any bell in your pea-sized brain? Mr. Daskumar is an important client and you did not connect his call through. You... incompetent ... useless girl," he shouted on the top his lungs.

"Sir, but you only said no calls," Kavya tried to present her point, albeit squeakily.

"COMMON SENSE! Use it sometimes. You have been bloody hell working here long enough to know how important his account is to the firm," he bellowed.

Kavya gulped. She had done what she was told, if only this man would appreciate that instead of cutting her into shards.

"NOW GET OUT!" he spat, and all but burned her down with fury emitting from his eyes.

"Sorry, Sir. Won't happen again," she swallowed her self-respect.

She had then dragged her feet to her desk amid pitiful glances and had frequented ladies room that day to sob her heart out. She knew that it wasn't that big a mistake and had someone else been in her place, they would have been let go without even as much as a warning as it was HIS orders to not transfer any calls.

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People had no clue why Kavya Jaiswal was subjected to such terrible behavior from their fair and nice boss. What the hell did she do to bring out such anger in him? They tried to fish for answers from Kavya but she always maintained a stoic silence on the topic. As it is SR was ripping her sanity apart, finding faults in her for no reasons, now she did not want to give gossip mongers more fuel than they already had. Her nonchalant silence took away the joy of gossiping and hence kept things somewhat under control. She had decided that staff can think whatever they want but she would never share the details of her insults with anyone to gain sympathy. The boss would not appreciate it for sure and she had long stopped opening her heart out anyway.

She badly needed this job to survive in this city. Mumbai was a very costly place and she had realized that within two days of arriving here. She had a house to run and money to save for Keshav's treatment. And R&R had the policy to pay a part of medical expense incurred by family members of the staff if you have been working here for one year or more. She was counting big time on that and that was the reason she endured all unfair accusations and rudeness of her boss instead of resigning. For Keshav, she could bear burning in hell, and when she thought of it like that, putting up with SR's behavior was like a piece of cake. Keshav, her younger brother, the only ray of hope in her cursed life was much more important than her pride or ego.

It has already been six months of working at R&R for her. Six more months and she would qualify for the medical plan. Till then she will try to save as much as she can on her part. She was now quite sure that she won't be fired, which was her greatest fear after being assigned to SR four months back. He would have fired her long ago if that was his intention. Seems like that was not the case as he has just stuck with insulting her, showing her place and making her life more miserable than it already was. And if that is what gives him peace then so be it. She knew he was being atrocious and unreasonable, but her own guilt would always find a way to justify the treatment he was dishing out. And however bad it got, she could not muster up the guts to question this feral anger of his, because she knew she was the reason of it.

Karma had strange ways of nabbing you for a payback, and hers has nabbed her in the strangest way possible.

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