"Leave me! "
"Leave me! "
"I can't take this anymore! "
"Ma.... Appa......"
"Leave me...... Please--" I cried over and over again.
I tried breaking those chains that kept my hands fastened to the chair I sat upon. I looked around the dark room. There was nothing inside, but me. I was drained out of energy. I had no control of what was going on.
My hands were bleeding with cuts, my heart was bleeding with scars. Scars I feared and had never wanted them to be placed upon my peach skin. I couldn't bear this anymore. Every second increased the pain. I needed a saviour. But, there was none!
I moved my hands like a maniac, in an attempt to free them but all I could hear were the sound of the tangling chains when they were motioned. My eyes were swollen and no more tears made their way out anymore. I was desperate to be free.
"Leave me!! " I cried out loud. I kept screaming , choking my throat but that urge to free myself made me fight it all and just then the door opened.
I was scared. I saw the man enter. I was fear stricken. He gave me a sluggish smile, taking steps towards me.
"Please leave me! " I begged
He laughed devilishly and soon my hairs were in his grip.
"Leave me please! " I cried, and tears made their way out, finally. I dared not to look up to his eyes! His eyes were devilish.
I could see a faint smile on his lips and he left my hairs with a jerk , bending down to pick up something he had brought with him.
Splash!
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I opened my eyes the instant I sensed water on my face. The vision of where I was pulled me back to reality and frankly though I was accustomed with it, I didn't like it much. I sighed and looked around when my eyes caught the sight of him standing in front of me.
I moved a bit and tried sitting up on the sofa where I had precisely fallen asleep last night, but I couldn't. My hands hurt. I looked down at them, they were red.
"Awake huh! "
I looked up to the voice. Anger clearly visible in his eyes. And just did I look up, he threw away the bucket in his hands. It made a noise enough to scare the hell out of me.His actions scared me, they really did cause I was never alarmed about what was coming next. I looked at the bucket in fear and then back at him.
"Ye--... Yes! " I said with teary eyes.
"Subha subha drama..tch tch tch..... Listen you'd better be in your limits...or else you--" he said taking a step in my direction and I pushed myself more into the sofa, to distance him from me.
I nodded to his statement and he smirked at my condition.
"Poor you! " he said leaning down to me on the sofa.
"I'll be in my limits" I faintly whispered. My voice would always be lost when he was near.
"Good girl" he said and pecked my cheeks with a sluggish smile before he finally turned around to leave. I looked at the door and soon it shut as he exited.
I sat there clutching the cover of the sofa and shut my eyes tight, stopping the tears and took in a deep breath finally. This is how my day started each morning and ended each night~ with nightmares!
Sometimes you just have to deal with the fact that, life doesn't go your way. It will trail along the path it wants to, no matter how bad and hard you try. When everything is doing fine! It crashes all again. And the worst part was that for the first time I really didn't want to try and put it all back together again ; but I had to.
That is how my life was. Ruled by others. I didn't have opinions. No one wanted them.
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1 July 2016
Q label head office, Mumbai
A new day~ an old work.
Okay frankly tell me something, what does a personal assistant do?! Just paid for giving reminders and take notes and put up scheduled meetings?! Why would someone pay another for just taking notes and giving reminders. Well to be honest I was actually went through Wikipedia and stuff to really get the P. A. point, last night. It said it was a job title describing a person who assists a specific person with their daily business or personal tasks and all other stuff!
But what ever, the bottom line of all that info was , it wasn't a job someone would want to do! Then how come each boss had one? How come I hired one for me?! And how come someone would want to do such a job?! God I can't still believe Cabir made me hire a girl for such a job.
It was around 7:30 am when I stepped inside my office. I kept my guitar on the couch and sat down on my chair. It was the first week of July and that called for loads of work. I took a sip from the glass of water on my table and turned on my laptop when,
Knock knock...
"Come in! " I called from inside and looked up from the laptop screen towards the door which slowly opened.
I found a girl of around my age standing there at the door with a plastered smile on her face. She was looking at me as if I was not human, but alien. Her face had changing expressions. She wore a full covered long white kurti with a black leggings and her black duppata hung loosely around her neck. Typical Indian.
"Yes?? " I asked and she straightened herself up.
"I.... Am.... I am Nandini.... Nandini Murthy... You new.. P. A. " she said looking down and kinda leaning by the door.
"Ahhh...... Come on in! " I said remembering all those thoughts I had about an assistant in the morning.
She hesitated at first but then finally entered the room.
"Sit! " I said showing her the chair opposite to mine. She nodded politely and made her way to it.
"Well... Hi... I'm Manik" I said and held out my hand in her direction but to my surprise she declined it and just smiled. This was awkward though. I stared at that response, pulling back my hand and I could see her face whiten.
"You fine? " I asked. This was girl was really weird.
"Ya.... Yes... I'm fine! " she replied immediately, breaking my trance.
"Okay so..... The room next to this cabin is yours..... Intercom 608.... And ya...ummn ..... That's it! " I said and casually shrugged.
"Okay sir.... " she said standing up.
"And ya one more thing.. I need my coffee everyday 8 am sharp" I said.
Well not that she had been appointed as my slave or that I wanted to make her do random stuff! It was just the fact that how difficult would it be to just take notes?!
I thought she would protest at first but then again to my surprise she didn't. She just nodded and smiled faintly.
"You may leave now! " I said eyeing the clock.
"Yes Sir" she replied , well that nearly was a whisper though. And with that she walked up to the door and left.
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