Hi friends, back with another new tale, a bit lengthier and more focussed on teases, enjoy and don't forget to feedback.
People really doesn't get the difference between the words, success and happiness, do they? They always seek one of them and blinds themselves to the other. Can't blame them, for I am one of them.
They say I am a success. I get it. At the age of 26, I have reached a top position in one of the leading companies in India. Keep this up, they say, in 4 to 5 years I will be youngest CEO the company have ever witnessed. Added to it with my not bad looks people say I am a success and I am happy. No...
Here I am, at the age of 26 I have reached heights many can't even dream of, but still in constant worries. My parents have started searching for my bride even though I asked for some time. I needed time. The business life is very hectic and I don't even have the slightest of memory of my last party or even a hangout. I miss life.
It was one of those shitty days at job. The meeting didn't go as I had hoped and failure isn't something I am accustomed to. I threw myself to the couch I had in my office, fumed at myself. After a few second, I heard my door open and saw Nisha's head looking in at me. Nisha was my secretary. She was about 36 or so. She had been in this company for the last 7 years, at the very same job. She came in, in her white shirt with a black coat and a black skirt that just touched her knees. One would never guess she was the mother of 2 kids. She was such a beauty and much more a better person.
'Sir... I need some files to sign. Is it a good time?'
As soon as I got the new job, I was focused on making impression at the higher positioned men and found barely time to get to know the people I worked around, Nisha included.
'Huh... It's okay... Come in... Just give me a second...' I pushed myself from the couch and strolled towards my desk.
'Bad day sir?'
'Yeah, one of those days.' Its rare people asking me about me, which I think was one the reason I was drawn by her instantly. She brought her files before me and I went through the pages, signing at the required slots.
'You cramped up today?' I enquired. I don't know, I just felt like talking to someone.
She paused at the question and replied. 'Er... No sir... Just... some phone calls but... they can be put for later...'
She seemed nervous for some reason. Did they take me for a fierce boss? No, no, no, no. I don't want that image...
'Good... Then stay for a bit... I would like to talk with you for some time.' Did that come out weird? I don't know. Women had never been my strong point unless they were related to business. I could talk about the market and economy for hours. But even they seem to get bored after a few initial excitements.
I looked back to my files and continued signing the files. There were lots of them. Nisha seem walking around the room as if preparing for something. Is she thinking that I am going to fire her? I chuckled at the thought. Maybe I'll play with her...
But after signing all the files, I looked up to see a different room. Nisha seemed to close the window curtains and locked the door and she was nowhere seen. From the seat, I looked around until I saw her beside me. She was crawling from my left with her shirt unbuttoned. I could see her curves, her breasts handing on to her and juggling as she crawled towards me. She had a tint of tear on her eye but she kept trying to hide it from me.
'Hey...' I muttered. I was finding difficult to find words.
'No need to talk sir. I'll make this a better day for you.' And with that she reached my pant and began unhooking my belt.
'NO... Stop...' I pushed my chair and moved back.
She stayed there dumbfounded. 'But sir, you said you wanted to talk and to take off all my works for today.'
'Yeah... to talk...'
Nisha took a second to digest my answers and wiped her tears and stood.
'I'm sorry sir... The managers before...'
That's all that she had to say. I have heard stories of secretaries taken advantage of and many seem to have this delusional thought that secretaries were their personal whores. I remember some of my bosses commenting on Nisha when they heard she was my secretary.
'Hey... It's okay... I get... I am sorry... I didn't mean...' Again... words... they seem to be eluding me. How can I be a good businessman when I struggle with words? 'I just wanted to talk. It was a bad day for me. So, I thought I'd divert my thoughts and also get to know you.' I blurted out.
After a second of awkward silence, we laughed. That single laugh took away half the disappointment that hung in my mind. We talked for a few hours. She was a married woman with two children of the age 10 and 7. As I talked more with her, I felt so small. As if my pains were just a drop in her ocean of worries. Time flew by and we went back to our work after 3 hours of continuous conversing. I don't remember chatting with someone for so long without using a single business term.
Friending with Nisha opened a gate in my life as I started to explore more of life. I had befriended almost all the staffs that worked under me and the happiness seem to seep into my job, even the meetings also went quite well after that. I was no more the bossy boss, I was a friend, yeah well except those moments when I have to fire or when get reports late. But Nisha and me, we were friends, I mean real friends. She talked more about herself, about her marriage, which was almost at the brink of divorce. They have been living separate and it's just some formalities that were left.
'Fuck...' I screamed out spontaneously. The new friendly attitude seemed to have slacked my professionalism a lot bit because now I had cried out at my office late at 9pm after realizing that India had lost the match! Realization of my blunder act hit me like a rock. The only thing that was comforting was that almost many of the staffs had left and it just the few of us, including Nisha who barged in quickly.
'You alright?'
Embarrassment, embarrassment, embarrassment... I was drowning in a pool of embarrassment as Nisha strode quietly towards me. She was worried for me and how am I going to explain that it was nothing. I felt like a child caught by her teacher for copying answers, mind mumbling thousand excuses...
She kept walking past the desk, towards me and then saw my monitor. The screen showed the lost Indian team and it didn't take her much to connect the dots.
'Oh, my poor boy, you sad your team lost?' she asked pulling up my chin.
