"Haa there he comes. what took you so long?"
"Traffic dad. That's it"
"hey ..what's that mark on your shirt ?"
"Oh, this! Icecream"
"You had an ice cream treat? You could have informed me I would love to join you. Anyways what made you have it alone my dear?"
"She was right there, how is it alone?"
"She?who she?"
"Umm, its.... yeah. Lavanya. Before you ask anything else about her let me tell you I know nothing else other than that ."
"You had a treat with someone, about whom you knew nothing else other than the name?"
"It's demand of the situation, dad. If you are done with your interrogation can I sleep? I'm totally tired." Before his father can shoot some other questions he ran up to his room.
"My dear son at least tell me what is the situation which demanded to have treated with strangers!?." But his son was no more in his vicinity to answer his question.
"Flop" the pen rolled down to the floor from the shirt pocket when he threw the shirt into the bin for the housekeeping to take it for cleaning the next day.
An image of a lady dressed in jeans, red kurti, and a neck scarf, hair pulled back into a ponytail asking him if he was okay with a smile on her face crossed his mind.
Plonking on the bed he started his routine, telling his mom about his day's events.
"and her name is Khushi. Yes I know I promised to meet her at the end of the day to let know about my interview but I missed it, tomorrow I will surely meet her then I will tell you more about her. For now, Goodnight, as it is tomorrow, is my first day at work right? wish me luck ma..." placing the pen beside the photo frame he drifted off to sleep.
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Bending forward he pulled up his socks, wiped sweat from his forehead before adjusting shirt for the umpteenth time. Butterflies can be felt in the stomach. He had this weird feeling of running away back and is amused at himself. He looked up to see the name board, written on it were the words "Jha Consultancy" in black with a blue background.
Entering the building he came face to face with a small idol of the goddess. Usually, anyone in his place would take blessings before starting a new journey but he does not believe in all this. He is not against God, believing his own self to be the highest power, he only believes that whatever one does, good or bad will surely come back to them and there is no power which can change this with prayers or anything else. He believes in one's own conscious decisions and hard work, not miracles or destiny.
"Ahh, you are here."
"Yes Sir"
"Oh common you can call me Shyam, there are no restrictions here as such and I'm given a name to be called by it. Why be anonymous when you can be famous with your name."
"Ok sir ..ah oh I mean Shyam"
"It's ok. It takes time, never minds. Come let me introduce to the other staff."
Jha consultancy is the leading legal consultancy for corporate and civil cases. Mr. Shyam Jha is the head of it, anyone who speaks with him can easily say that he is very jovial and kind-hearted person wanting to always help in any way he could. While he makes a profit out of the big corporates he helps the needy with no penny charged. And now seeing him, he is sure that working with Shyam Jha would be very interactive, informative, knowledge gaining and interesting.

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