Episode 3: The First Step Inside “The Legacy”
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(Aarohi’s POV)
We were all sitting in a neat conference room.
Four of us.
Four strangers… about to begin something new.
For a few seconds, no one spoke. Just polite smiles, quick glances, and that silent question in everyone’s mind—
“Who are these people?”
Finally, a girl sitting beside me leaned forward.
“Okay, this is getting awkward. Let’s just introduce ourselves.”
I smiled.
“Yeah… good idea.”
She went first.
“I’m Nisha Verma,” she said confidently. “From Delhi. Marketing background. And I talk a lot… so just deal with it.”
We all laughed.
Next was a calm-looking girl with soft features.
“I’m Pooja Nair,” she said gently. “From Kochi. I’m more of a listener than a speaker.”
She gave a small smile.
Then came the third girl, adjusting her glasses slightly.
“Hi, I’m Kritika Singh. From Lucknow. I like things organized… and I hate last-minute chaos.”
Nisha immediately whispered, “We’re already not getting along.”
We laughed again.
Then… all eyes turned to me.
I straightened slightly.
“I’m Aarohi Sharma… from a small town. And I guess… I talk too much when I’m comfortable.”
“Perfect,” Nisha said. “You’re my type of people.”
Before we could continue, the door opened.
A lady walked in with forms in her hand.
Her presence instantly changed the room.
“Fill these documents and sign where marked,” she said, placing them in front of us.
No smile. No extra words.
Pure professionalism.
We quickly got to work.
Name. Address. Signatures.
It felt official.
It felt real.
A few minutes later, a staff boy entered carrying four boxes.
The lady handed one to each of us.
“These are your joining gifts from the company,” she said.
I looked at the box in my hands.
Simple. Elegant.
The Legacy.
Even the box felt… expensive.
“Please wait here. A senior will come to guide you.”
And she left.
Nisha immediately opened her box.
“Let’s see what rich people give as gifts,” she said dramatically.
Inside—there was a diary, a pen, a company ID kit, and a sleek bottle.
“Okay… I feel important already,” she said.
Kritika nodded. “Good quality.”
Pooja smiled softly. “It’s thoughtful.”
I just held mine for a second.
A small smile formed on my lips.
This is really happening…
The door opened again.
“Hello, future survivors!”
We all looked up.
And instantly… relaxed.
“I’m Abhay,” he said casually. “Your senior. Six years in this company… which means I’ve seen things.”
We laughed.
And just like that—
he made everything feel easier.
Training started.
But it didn’t feel like training.
It felt like… a conversation.
“Rule number one,” Abhay said, “Don’t try to understand everything today. Even I didn’t.”
“Then how are you still here?” Nisha asked.
“Fake confidence,” he replied instantly.
We burst out laughing.
Three hours passed like that.
Learning… laughing… adjusting.
For the first time, I felt like—
maybe I could fit here.
Break Time
The cafeteria was huge.
Crowded.
Everyone looked so experienced.
So confident.
I felt… small.
“Why does everyone look like they own this place?” I whispered.
“Because they’ve been here longer than five minutes,” Kritika replied.
“Rude but true,” Nisha added.
We sat together for lunch.
And that’s when—
we actually started bonding.
“So Aarohi,” Nisha leaned forward, “what’s your story?”
“Story?” I smiled. “Nothing special. Just… came here to do something big.”
“Same,” she nodded. “Except I don’t know what big means yet.”
Pooja spoke softly, “I just wanted independence.”
Kritika added, “I wanted stability.”
They all looked at me.
“And you?” Nisha asked.
I paused for a second.
“Maybe… I just wanted to prove something.”
“Same energy,” she grinned.
Between tea and coffee breaks, we kept talking.
Small things.
Random jokes.
Little confessions.
It felt… comforting.
Like I wasn’t alone in this new beginning.
After Break
We returned to the training room.
And then—
he walked in.
Everything changed.
“I’m Kayish Sinha. Head of the team.”
His voice was calm.
Controlled.
Powerful without trying.
He didn’t smile.
Didn’t try to impress.
And somehow—
that made him more intimidating.
He started explaining things.
And within minutes—
my brain gave up.
Too many terms. Too much information.
I tried to focus.
But honestly…
it felt like he was speaking a different language.
And then—
it happened.
His eyes landed on me.
Directly.
For a second…
I felt like he was trying to read something.
Something I didn’t even understand myself.
Before I could react—
he looked away.
And continued like nothing happened.
What was that…?
I frowned slightly.
But then—
he kept talking.
And talking.
And talking.
At this point, even Nisha leaned toward me and whispered—
“Is he speaking English?”
“I think so…” I whispered back.
“Then why don’t I understand anything?”
I almost laughed.
Finally—
after what felt like forever—
he stopped.
“Go through everything I explained,” he said. “You’ll be expected to perform accordingly.”
We all nodded.
Even though none of us were ready.
After Office – Outside
The four of us walked out together.
Silence for five seconds.
Then—
“What. Was. That?” Nisha said dramatically.
We all burst out laughing.
“My brain stopped working after 15 minutes,” I admitted.
“Same,” Kritika sighed. “But we’ll manage.”
Pooja smiled softly. “We have each other.”
I looked at them.
And for the first time—
this new city didn’t feel that scary.
As we walked toward the gate, I took a deep breath.
A new place.
New people.
New challenges.
And somewhere inside me—
that same quiet voice whispered again—
“This is just the beginning.”
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