Zain was relieved nothing happened. He thought she had seen him throwing the paper box into garbage. He was happy that nothing such happened. He was not as scared then as he was now. He was daredevil in his childhood. He was always into some mischief. He didn't mind getting caught and beaten by his dad. But now fear of getting thrown out of house for small silly mistake would cost him lot. He would lose his girlfriend and his family wouldn't trust him.
Jasmine reached. But she was right behind Shweta. Shweta was engrossed into her phone and was planning what to say in her briefing with her employees. She immediately bent down before Shweta could turn and catch her. Other employees watched Jasmine crawl down and sneak towards her usual place next to Tina. They were nervous as they gave her way . Shweta shifted her gaze from her phone towards her employees. Their nervous expression looked suspicious. Jasmine got up to stand. "That was awesome.", Tina whispered.
"What happened?", Shwetha asked her staff. They nodded saying nothing. Shweta continued to brief them about the new products they were going to use and different hairstyle they were going to innovate. She ended the discussion by talking about the film festival she was going where she would take three of her best staff. "So in this three months, I will check on your work and if I am happy with your work, three of you will come with me to this event where we would styling none other than Ranveer Singh.", she spoke excitedly. Everyone cheered.
"Ok! Now disperse. Let's get back to work.", Shweta said. Jasmine was in her own world. She wanted this opportunity. If she wins it, she could show everyone her worth and no one would ever make fun of her profession. She was already planning her course of action to impress her boss. There weren't much clients today. Many of them only wanted her to either wash their hair or color their hair. She wasn't impressed with her day.
Zain's day was normal. The work load was not much. The project he was handling had six month deadline. There was still more time for completion. He lazily sat on his chair, staring at his laptop. He was still thinking about the morning. That was a close escape from Tai's eyes. He constantly thought about the consequences. He didn't hear his friend calling out his name. "Zain! Dude! What happened about the protocol?", his friend asked. Only when he nudged him, he came back to reality. "What?", Zain asked in confusion. "The protocol?", his friend asked. "Working on it.", he replied. His friend wasn't convinced. "What happened, dude? You looked lost.", his friend asked. "Nothing !", he replied. "New place. I didn't get enough sleep.", he replied. His friend teased, "I understand. New place !" Zain smiled as he got back to work.
He got back home and saw sulky Jasmine lying in the sofa. She was staring into her phone. He knelt down next to her. He gently brushed her hair and asked, "What happened" "My day wasn't good. Shweta is taking top three people with her to assist her in styling Ranveer Singh for upcoming film festival. She will decide those three people based on how they impress her with their work in these three months. I didn't get anything interesting to show her.", she replied sulkily. He smiled and said,"It's just first day. You have still three more months. I know you can do it." She smiled as she got up and hugged him. Suddenly she remembered, "Did you throw that paper box?" "Yes I did! I threw it in the garbage outside the building", he said. "Shit! Why did you do that? I told you to throw it discreetly", she said , raising her tone. She immediately released herself from the hug. Her expression again turned into sulky one.
(To be continued)
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Jasmine reached. But she was right behind Shweta. Shweta was engrossed into her phone and was planning what to say in her briefing with her employees. She immediately bent down before Shweta could turn and catch her. Other employees watched Jasmine crawl down and sneak towards her usual place next to Tina. They were nervous as they gave her way . Shweta shifted her gaze from her phone towards her employees. Their nervous expression looked suspicious. Jasmine got up to stand. "That was awesome.", Tina whispered.
"What happened?", Shwetha asked her staff. They nodded saying nothing. Shweta continued to brief them about the new products they were going to use and different hairstyle they were going to innovate. She ended the discussion by talking about the film festival she was going where she would take three of her best staff. "So in this three months, I will check on your work and if I am happy with your work, three of you will come with me to this event where we would styling none other than Ranveer Singh.", she spoke excitedly. Everyone cheered.
"Ok! Now disperse. Let's get back to work.", Shweta said. Jasmine was in her own world. She wanted this opportunity. If she wins it, she could show everyone her worth and no one would ever make fun of her profession. She was already planning her course of action to impress her boss. There weren't much clients today. Many of them only wanted her to either wash their hair or color their hair. She wasn't impressed with her day.
Zain's day was normal. The work load was not much. The project he was handling had six month deadline. There was still more time for completion. He lazily sat on his chair, staring at his laptop. He was still thinking about the morning. That was a close escape from Tai's eyes. He constantly thought about the consequences. He didn't hear his friend calling out his name. "Zain! Dude! What happened about the protocol?", his friend asked. Only when he nudged him, he came back to reality. "What?", Zain asked in confusion. "The protocol?", his friend asked. "Working on it.", he replied. His friend wasn't convinced. "What happened, dude? You looked lost.", his friend asked. "Nothing !", he replied. "New place. I didn't get enough sleep.", he replied. His friend teased, "I understand. New place !" Zain smiled as he got back to work.
He got back home and saw sulky Jasmine lying in the sofa. She was staring into her phone. He knelt down next to her. He gently brushed her hair and asked, "What happened" "My day wasn't good. Shweta is taking top three people with her to assist her in styling Ranveer Singh for upcoming film festival. She will decide those three people based on how they impress her with their work in these three months. I didn't get anything interesting to show her.", she replied sulkily. He smiled and said,"It's just first day. You have still three more months. I know you can do it." She smiled as she got up and hugged him. Suddenly she remembered, "Did you throw that paper box?" "Yes I did! I threw it in the garbage outside the building", he said. "Shit! Why did you do that? I told you to throw it discreetly", she said , raising her tone. She immediately released herself from the hug. Her expression again turned into sulky one.
(To be continued)
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