Prologue - Fall
One breath. Two breaths. Three breaths.
Khushi counted her oxygen intake to calm down her jittery nerves.
She bounced up and down on the spot, igniting her muscles with energy to eradicate the nerves.
"Khushi Kumari Gupta, why the hell are you so worried? You are a fashion graduate from the elite Central Saint Martin's school in London - this is a piece of cake right?" She asked her reflection in the wall mirror, though her words were convincing; her facial expressions said otherwise.
Her eyebrows pierced together with worry, her brown, doe-like eyes dilated with anticipation as she chewed on her plump pink lower lip.
'It will be OK. It will be OK.' she repeated the sentence in her head like a mantra.
She was clad in a pair of skinny jeans and a short fitted kurta top, topped off with beige sandal wedges. A faux leather strap bag hung by her shoulders, bulging with the weight of her Devi Maiya statue that she carried everywhere as well as various other bits and bobs that would mean nothing to other people but held a lot of importance to Khushi.
She held a rather thick folder in her hands that contained her resume and a full portfolio of her work from her college and intern years.
She stepped forwards to the mirror and looked at herself right in the eyes, scrutinising herself.
Looking around to see if anyone was around, Khushi quickly turned back and started adjusting her hair and makeup.
She leaned forwards and opened her mouth wide, inspecting whether any crumbs coated her teeth as a remnant of her less than healthy lunch that had consisted of samosas and jalebis - What? It was her comfort food. She didn't want her nerves to affect her chances with this job interview.
She couldn't afford to lose out on such a great opportunity to work at the best fashion house in India.
The fact that she got called in for an interview was a big deal in itself, although, she did accredit a bit of that to her amazing degree. It was never taken lightly when a student graduated from Central Saint Martin's with a 1st class (Hons). Some of the most famous names in the Western Fashion World, such as, Stella McCartney, Zac Posen and Jenny Packham had graduated from that college with the same degree as she and everyone knows how popular and successful they were.
Though Khushi would never accept it, and would deny vehemently, the fact was that she could potentially be AR Industries' best asset as of yet.
Her fashion sense and talents surpassed those showcased by existing designers at AR, however, the true talent and challenge for her remained with the notorious boss of AR. He was well known worldwide for his sharp rise in the fashion world as he quickly worked his way up to become No.1 in India's Fashion Industries in the span of 1.5 years - a feat that was thought to be impossible in such a challenging industry until he'd come along and proved otherwise, but he was also known for his attitude that was rumoured to match that of the devil himself.
His ruthless dealings in business with other factories, suppliers and envying rivals as well as his detrimental characteristics made him one of the most feared business men to walk the soil of India; but also the most sought after bachelor. Apparently, women were attracted to his bad-boy attitude.
"But you can deal with a chauvinistic boss right Khushi? He can't be any worse than that horrible land lord of yours?! Right?" She asked herself as she applied a fresh coat of lipstick and gloss.
"Oh damn," she cursed as her hand slipped and her tinted gloss wand wiped into her open mouth and onto her teeth. She put her gloss away into her bag and as she started to wipe at a small mark that had smeared, the mirror gave way.
Her eyes widened as she jumped back, unfortunately she had miscalculated the distance and clenched her eyes shut as she stumbled backwards off the edge of the stairs. She waited for the impact of the cold, hard marble that lined the floors of AR Industries but it never came. Instead, she was met with something that was warm and hard like marble.
Her eyes scrunched with confusion, was she drowning in her own puddle of blood? But that didn't explain the steel like grip of strong, warm hands against her bare waist, a result of her short kurta top riding up in the midst of all this action.
Her eyes opened in shock, her mouth forming a perfect 'o' shape as she stared at the stunningly handsome man in front of her.
Arnav Singh Raizada.
CEO of AR Industries.
The man who was to be her potential employer.
Her potential boss.
The very same person who had just witnessed her make a fool of herself in front of what she had assumed to be a mirror, but had in fact, turned out to be a reflective glass wall.
"F*L." Khushi cursed her life.
[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9PkegZ-sbyk[/YOUTUBE] Edited by kitti28 - 13 years ago
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