Chapter 1

-Landing in India-

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are landing in Indra Gandhi International Airport Delhi in 15 minutes, Please Fasten your seatbelts" the air hostess's voice came from the speakers and everyone started fastening the seatbelts.

"Ma'am...ma'am.. ma'am! please wake up, we are about to land!" the airhostess said to the pessenger besides me, I looked out of the window, the city I was born in, where I lived, welcome back, with dust in atmosphere more then last 5 years, the plane landed with a thud that was felt, Normal... I guess for me only, the Guy beside me was scared pale, I plugged in my earpods and was listening to stars by Duncan Laurence, how relatable and not at the same time.

There are no stars in The Hills
But still I find myself reaching for them
Fighting for them, dying for them
Still, there are no stars in The Hills...

The stars I want was never discovered, and my stars were empty since I was born.

After half of the plan was clear I stepped out in an almost empty way, and made my way to the entrance, walking down slowly with my bag lossely hung on my shoulder and humming the lyrics, this is so me.

I truned off the flight mode, and sat in the bus. It took us just 10 minutes to reach, I walked inside the airport, I am amazed at how much it changed, I brought a chocolate, I was wearing a blue hoddie and blue pants paired with white sneakers, which may even look like a sleepwear, my hairs pulled in a ponytail. 19hours of flight is already making me feel like sleeping, though I have slept half of the time, waiting in the lounge for my bag is another boring thing, hope it comes fast, I was munching on the chocolate when a message poped up my phone, I face unlocked it and saw it's an email.

To:- [email protected]

From:- [email protected]

Subject:- Interview

Ms. Iyana Oberoi,
We very much liked your resume sent for the post of Assistant and Editor for Carryminati, we did like to invite you for an interview today at 02:30 PM or tomorrow at 11:00 AM, at xyz, Faridabad, Haryana.

Regards,
Team Carryminati.

I looked at the time, it's 11AM now, I looked for my bag picking it up I rushed to the nearest bathroom, I was waiting for the mail, after I applied for a job in all available places, this is the first one from where the reply came from, so let's give it a shot.

In 5 minutes I changed my clothes, putting on a baby blue top and white keen length skirt, stuffing my clothes from before in my bag I took out comb, walking out I let my hairs losse and started brushing my hairs, why the heck they are so long, I wanna cut them down again! I booked a cab in the meanwhile. I walked out, and asked the staff for bags, it will take another 15 minutes, so I walked to the belt, after I finally got my bag, I opened the it, and took out the heels, wore it putting the sneakers inside and closing it.

As comfortable as I am in my sleepy travel outfit this is more professional, after my experience work at many- many different companies I know how to crack an interview, and lucky for me I never lost confidence in front of outsiders.

Walking out my phone pinged again two times, must be the cab, I opened it and saw the name.

Mrs.Satakshi Oberoi

Hi Iyana, I know you are in India, in Delhi...come Home, visit us, we are your family afterall.

Your mom, if you have deleted my number.

Family? That's something funny, I opened the other text ignoring this one completely, it was the cab driver saying he reached, I walked out, and found it near by, sitting in the cab I started scrolling in laptop.

"Bhaiya kitna time lagega?" I asked.

"Madam 2 ganta" he said, thank god he isn't those scary kind of uncles who keeps speaking.

I was constantly working on my laptop to put my phone and all other divides on safe, to stay away from the virus called family, I should have went to another country...why did I even come back?

"It's going to be your 25th birthday next year, and you have to come back, and claim what's yours"

I remember Dad's or should I say Mr. Vikram Oberoi's message clearly, I didn't have any other option, have to apply for some job he can't interfere in, i just can't stand him now! He can go to any extent to get me what I don't even want now, and i can go to any extent to stay away from them!

"Madam, hum pahunch gaye hai" I looked up and saw a the time, shit it took long for me to hack, Oberoi's got a good cyber security.

"Thank you" I said and got out, taking out my bag from the trunk, the car drove off.

I looked at the place in front of me, is this really the interview place? I didn't got the address wrong? It's more like a residential area.

And fuck.. I didn't even checked about Carryminati, all i know he is a YouTuber and needs a Assistant that can Edit well.

I pressed the bell, I have a bag with me which is half my size what impression am I gonna create?!

The door opened revealing a lady...in her 40's something, wearing a Long Kurta, she gives more of a Punjabi mother vibe.

"Ji? App kon and App ko kise milna hai?" She asked politely.

"Hello, I wanted to meet Mr. Carryminati, I am here for the interview" I said.

"You must be Iyana Oberoi" A voice came from behind, I truned around.

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