My Destined One

Harsh words and Flames

Meera's POV

  "I still can't believe this sick excuse for a person got a job of a PA for the company's CEO! Are you 100% sure they haven't called a wrong person? I mean come on, with your worthless marks and a year gap who is willing to give you any sort of job huh?" My father retorted. Like all other girls of my age I can't say that I am my father's little princess. May be I was until I was around 11-12. Things started going worse while I was growing. My father loved achievements, more than me. When ever I couldn't achieve some goal, especially set by him, his harsh words grew more and more. Being a single child didn't help much. Maybe because I was the only one he could vent out his anger. When I didn't crack the exams to qualify for the government jobs, the relation I had with my father turned completely sour. Truth be told, I never wanted to apply for those sick jobs, but just to please my father I agreed to give it a shot. And guess what? I failed miserably.

  Since then things completely changed. If I do something, I have done wrong. If I don't do something then am lazy. Some days things even went further south and I got beatings just for existing. Being around 25 and getting beatings from my father was not a new thing to me. It may sound cruel but what can I do. Even if I try to move out I need to earn, to fill in my stomach, have a roof over my head. That's why I needed a job ASAP. And I finally got one. On the other hand, my mother was utterly happy for me. Finally her daughter is going to be independent and will be out of this hell hole. Since Friday my father is commenting about how I got the job. I mean can't you be a little bit happy? Well who the heck am I kidding! 

  Snapping out I said aloud, "Yes Baba I got the job. And yes they didn't call a wrong person? I know you don't expect me to achieve anything in life. But I seriously got the job. And I have to report there by 10. So am leaving. Enjoy your breakfast." And I went out of the house. I could still hear my father lashing out on my mother. This is what he always does. If I do something wrong he will scold me, tell me harsh words and then beat me up. And then turn to my mother and lash out on her saying she did an immense mistake by bringing me in this world and it's her fault I turned out like this. In the earlier days I used to feel sad for my existence and then for my mother who has to listen to these utter bullshit. But then both of us got immune to his words and we just listen by keeping our head hung low.

  I reached the office just 5 minutes before my reporting time. I was nervous as hell. To be honest I still can't believe my luck that I got the job. And to increase my discomfort my mark started to burn like hell. Yes I got a mark. Not a common birth mark. It was something different. I first noticed it's formation on my 16th birthday. It was so tiny that even I couldn't see with my perfect eyes. I just felt an itch on my left hand, under the pinkie. After a month the mark turned out to be a flame mark. It remained tiny and cannot be seen until you focus on it or, best, one touches it. It used to burn or itch sometimes in my school but I never understood why. When I asked my parents they mostly dodge this topic. Worse they lash out and shooes me away. But whenever I used to be with or around him it used to itch constantly, just like right now. I know why it happened back then. Cause of my damn fate. But for last one year nothing happened like that sort. I was confused. When ever he used to be near me I felt the itch, but for last one year neither have I seen nor heard from him. But why the heck is it itching now? Is he somewhere near to me? Will I have to see him again? I wanted to but I just shouldn't. It's not right. I should move on.

  Itching and thinking for some time, I quickly went into the building, took the appointment letter and went straight to the 20th floor. It's a 22 storeyed building, where the top 2 floors were the CEO's office and his penthouse. I have already guessed that I have to work mostly on the 21st floor, but lets see. I was instructed to meet Mr.Vivek Joshi, secretary of the company, to get the clear overview of the job. I think he is the one who can tell me why I have been selected for this post even when I didn't apply for it. While going up, in the lift, I thought how hard it could be to be the PA of the CEO? I know it will be difficult obviously, but I am not going to step down even if am forced. I will keep the job till I can. This is the only way I can be independent.

  The door of the lift open. Oh my God! Another reception. Sighing I went to her and ask for the directions to Mr.Joshi's office. She told me properly but the a hint of rudeness in her voice unlike the receptionist at the main door. I managed to ignore it and went straight to Mr.Joshi. Taking a quick deep breath I knocked. "Come in" a deep male voice replied from the other side. I entered the office. It was properly styled with modern furnitures. The room is slightly big compared to the post, but maybe he has earned it, I thought. Finally my eyes went to the desk , where a man around 30 was sitting upright on a comfortable office chair. Man that chair looks damn expensive!

  "So you are Meera Sharma right?" I quickly nodded. "Hello am Vivek Joshi. Am the official secretary of the CEO. Please have a sit. As you may be think why are we offering a job for which you haven't applied, I clearly have the answer for you. We have seen your CV and based on your qualifications we think the perfect job for you is to assist Aarsh, our CEO."

  What? Aarsh? The CEO? He is the CEO? How it could be? He was just a middle class boy like me and today he became the CEO of the Sharma Industries? No no no. There must be something wrong. This Aarsh, the CEO can't be my Aarsh. Wait my? No no. I mean the one whom I know.

  "So should I start to explain what exactly will be your job Meera?" Mr.Joshi asked breaking my thoughts

  "Yes please Sir."