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Chapter 3

Myra's POV,

As I arrived at my office, I immediately noticed a significant commotion and was curious about the reason.

It seemed like everyone was bustling towards the conference room, prompting me to approach Kriti, a colleague of mine.

I inquired of her, "Kriti, may I ask why everyone is heading in that direction?"

She quickly replied, "The boss's son is expected to arrive in just 5 minutes, and he has requested that all employees gather in the meeting room for his arrival."

As everyone gathered in the conference room, I found myself a seat. After approximately four

minutes, he made his entrance.

My gaze fixated on him; he possessed striking features—tall, muscular, and with captivating brown eyes.

I couldn't help but stare at him for about 30 seconds, my attention only diverting when the room collectively greeted him with a cheerful "good morning."

Surprisingly, he remained silent and didn't respond to the greetings.

Shortly after his arrival, he took a seat, prompting everyone else to settle into their respective places.

Our manager initiated the introduction, revealing that his name was Rakshit Shergill, aged 28, and currently the CEO of Priya D. Pvt. Limited. Furthermore, we learned that he was on the verge of becoming the CEO of the Shergill Group of Companies due to his father, Mr. Dev Shergill, retiring.

It was truly remarkable to witness the remarkable opportunities he had been born into, a stark contrast to the rest of us who had to work our way up.

Following the introduction, Rakshit Shergill began to inquire about the work and processes within each department, engaging with the employees.

As my turn arrived to represent my department, I greeted him politely. He acknowledged my greeting with a nod, his penetrating brown eyes fixed on me.

I proceeded to introduce myself, explaining that I was a recent addition to the HR department, and shared some additional details about my role and responsibilities.

After some time, Rakshit Shergill unexpectedly requested a cup of tea, expressing his desire for

it in a serious manner.

As he made this request, I couldn't hide my displeasure about chai, my facial expressions revealing my distaste for the beverage. Much to my surprise, he noticed my reaction, and our eyes briefly met.

Following my disapproving facial expression towards his request for tea, Rakshit Shergill

furrowed his brows and inquired,

"You, miss... whatever, why are you making faces, as if I've

asked something inappropriate?"

His tone and expression carried a hint of curiosity and mild annoyance.

I replied honestly, "No, sir, it's not like that. I just don't like tea, which is why I was making faces."

With a mixture of grumpiness and surprise, he retorted, "Are you an alien, cuz Indians like chai ? You don't like chai? Seriously, my God!"

His reaction was met with a hint of disbelief, as if my

preference for not liking tea had shattered his expectations.

( author: yess Roses I don't like chai , kon pita he yrr chai , mujhe toh bilkul nhi pasand ewww)

As I was about to respond to his remark, Rakshit Shergill received a phone call and swiftly left the room, leaving everyone engaged in discussions about my dislike for tea.

I couldn't help but feel a bit perplexed by the sudden attention and gossip surrounding such a trivial matter.

It was surprising to see how my preference for not liking chai had become a topic of conversation among my colleagues. People can be quite peculiar at times.

His remark about my preference for tea had actually hurt me deeply, as it felt like he had not only questioned my taste but also pointed towards my femininity in front of everyone.

I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions—hurt, anger, and frustration. I thought to myself,

"Just because he's the boss doesn't mean he can say anything he wants. What a thoughtless, insensitive comment. He's acting like a complete jerk."

Filled with determination to get back at him for his hurtful remark, I resolved,

"If he's the boss, I'm an employee, and I'll make sure he doesn't get away with this."

My thoughts swirled dramatically as I plotted my plan for revenge.

After a while, our manager announced that the meeting was coming to an end because Rakshit Shergill needed to catch a flight to Mumbai. As everyone began to disperse, I couldn't help but notice the lingering stares from my colleagues, as if I had committed a crime by reacting to his comment. But, in the grand scheme of things, I thought, "Who cares? Nobody."

With that in mind, I made my way back to my desk and dove into my work, losing track of time.

Before I knew it, it was time to leave for the day.

I meticulously gathered my belongings, preparing to leave, when a summons arrived from my superior, beckoning me to his office. With a mix of curiosity and apprehension, I navigated the office corridors, finally arriving at his closed door.

Taking a moment to compose myself, I knocked lightly and heard a commanding yet welcoming voice from within, granting me entry.

"Miss Rajput, please come in," echoed the low voice. Stepping into the room, I found myself face-to-face with my superior, who wasted no time in delivering unexpected news.

"Miss Rajput, you're being transferred to our Head Office in Mumbai. Here's the official letter outlining the details. You have four days to settle in," he stated matter-of-factly.

The announcement struck me like a bolt from the blue; I was instantly flooded with a wave of disbelief. "Mumbai again?" I thought to myself in a silent protest, resisting the idea

vehemently.

Caught in my reverie, I must have lost track of the conversation because suddenly,my superior's voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Miss, are you paying attention?" he inquired, bringing me back to the present moment.

In a flustered state, I managed to muster a response, "Yes, I'm listening." taking the letter

from his desk, I hastily excused myself and swiftly departed from his office, the weight of the unexpected news pressing heavily upon me.