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Trisha POV

I woke up to the sound of the alarm. It's already 9 am. Well, my interviews are scheduled after 11 so not much of a deal. I left the bed and moves towards the hall. I think Ved has already left for the office and as I move towards the dining table again, he left the breakfast on the table with a chit of best of luck written over it with the extra key to the apartment. I just got infuriated by the sight of it. But the keys I will need. I picked up the keys while thinking why he has to do this even when he knows I am not going to touch the breakfast. He is so fucking annoying. I overlooked that thought and went to freshen up. I am ready and it's 10 am. I wore a simple white shirt with brown trousers and white heels. I will grab something from outside for breakfast. I left the home bought one sandwich and booked my ola for the 1st company. It is 30 min away so I can munch on my breakfast nicely. The whole ride I was thinking about the question that the interviewer can ask me and making mental notes on what to say and what not to say. I miss Sid in this kind of situation. After graduation when I was too confused about my career to open my boutique or join some company, he was there to encourage me to pursue my dream to open my boutique.

Previously it was Ved who used to encourage me to participate in events, to paint, to be brave but once he left Mumbai for the job he didn't have much time for me but when he was in college he always manages to make time for me even he was in a hostel back then. Slowly when Sid has taken place of Ved in comforting me and encouraging me I didn't realize. And now when Sid is no more I miss him like hell ...and now I have Ved but he is no more friend of mine....my traitor eyes dropped the transparent salty liquid on my cheeks which I wiped away.

I have 2 interviews lined up today although I applied for more than 10 companies yesterday. Job search is a really big deal nowadays even if you qualify from the big institute didn't matter.

Well, now I am standing in front of a big glass building with an intricate interior. I introduced myself to the receptionist who looks like a plastic doll so perfect. She looked at me with her judgemental eyes and told me to wait for my turn. After some time I am called for the interview. It didn't go well. Now I can see I am behind the trends for the last 5 years and my design and thought process is not in trend. It's been 5 years since I sold my boutique and was away from this fashion world from that dreadful event. Why Sid? Why do you leave me in this big world alone? Some of the salty water makes its way through my eyes. Now I am not even hoping for the next company where I have to go now.

As I anticipated the second interview went on the same downward path. Got rejected from there too. I need to apply for some other job I guess today as I am surely lacking behind in this fashion world, I am not blind to realizing that. Why my life has to be this tough? Why can't I have at least one thing in my life that interests me, seriously it's frustrating?

I just realized it's evening now and What am I doing just cursing my life after two interviews in this café and sipping Sid's favorite cappuccino?

My mobile beeped, there is mail from NN Designs for an interview tomorrow and they need my resume. But did I apply to this company? I just questioned myself. Might be I didn't remember or it might be from the naukari.com or monster.com I updated my resume there too. Well, whatever I mailed my resume to NN Designs Now something to look forward to tomorrow. If this won't work out I will join some office for a desk job and can't sit at home and eat with Ved's money. His money is like poison to me with this thought I left the café and took a taxi for the Ved's apartment.

Ved POV

She startled me when she knocked on the window of the balcony where I was smoking. I can see the disappointment in her eyes when she saw me with a cigarette. I know she hates it too much as she lost her loving mama (maternal uncle) to lung cancer and he was a serial smoker. I remember we were in XII and she took a promise from me I will never smoke because she doesn't want to lose me. I was waiting for her to lash out but she didn't utter a word regarding that promise or my smoking. Maybe she lost all her hopes from me of keeping promises or it doesn't matter to her whether I live or die. I can't decide what was it?

She just told me she is going to work again. I am really happy with her decision. At least with this she will go out of the house and will meet new people and will follow her passion. I remember how passionate she was about designing clothes she used to spend the entire night working on new designs when she was running her boutique. She will need the spare key to the house if she goes for interviews and all. I take out the spare key from the cupboard it feels nice to share something with her which is mine I don't know when she will share her life with me. An unwilling small smile crept on my lips I don't know if it was a sad or happy one.

In the morning I kept the breakfast and spare key with one "Best of Luck" note on the dining table and left for the office she was still sleeping so I didn't feel like disturbing her.

I was checking my meeting schedules in my email. I had back-to-back meetings and was tired but one more meeting after lunch is scheduled. It's tiring I was cursing the day as I see the meeting is with Ms. Natasha. Isn't she the owner of NN Designs? Damn yes, we handle the website of NN Designs and their ERP system and the meeting was for the few changes they want to the website to add their new collections. Should I ask a favor from her? She was always good with and admire my work and she will be present physically in the office at 3 pm? I rushed to the canteen had my food and went to the conference hall for the meeting it's 2:30 pm she is very punctual. I just giving the final touches on the PPT and features that we need to incorporate into the website for her approval. At sharp 2:55 she is there in the conference hall. About her, she is a good professional, young and intelligent. She is one of the prominent names in the fashion industry and I always admired her for that. She has an aura of professionalism and one can be intimidated by her wits and understanding of business No one can say she is only 25. I stood up and greeted her.

"Hi ma'am good Afternoon"

"Good Afternoon Mr. Vedant. Can we start our meeting at 3:00 everything is ready?" she asked with a polite smile.

"Yes Ma'am we can start in a minute" I replied.

"Mr. Vedant how many times I will have to say you can call me Natasha we have been working for the last 3 years together and as I can see I am not older than you this ma'am thing makes me look old. "she gives me a small smile while sitting on the chair.

I smiled in hesitation. It's odd for me to call someone at work by name if that person is not a friend.

Later on, we continued with the meeting which went up to half an hour.

"Mr. Vedant I admire your work you don't give me chance for any input you already keep a note on things that are needed. That's what I like about you. I can see your hard work and passion for your clients to deliver them a good product. Well, do the changes as you suggested for our new series, I am ok with the layout of the website."

"Thank you, ma'am," I said and can see her irritated face for the word maam again.

"Ma'am, I need to talk to you it's personal not related to the website," I said to her in hesitation.

She looked at me with surprise maybe because I never talk with her apart from work. Initially, she tried to be a little friendly and make our relationship a little casual by inviting me to the fashion events and parties but I was not comfortable with it so I used to deny it.

"Seriously Mr. Vedant you have some personal work with me." She talks with amusement.

"Yes Ma'am," I said hesitantly.

"OK first of all you need to call me Natasha and we can talk over a coffee in the office canteen is it ok?"

"Ok M..."

"Natasha, I believe my name is not that bad Vedant." She chuckles.

"Ok, Natasha let's go." Finally, I said it. She is a stubborn woman I must say.

We went to the office canteen and I ordered two cold coffee.

"Now say, what do you want?"

"Natasha, actually I need a favor do you require a designer in your office right now," I asked with hesitation.

"Why are you going to join the fashion industry now? Even though you don't have a degree in fashion you are always welcome in my company that would be nice to work along with you." She giggled while sipping her coffee.

"No, actually someone in need of a job in the fashion industry and want to help her. She is a NIFT Delhi pass out and good at her work. She used to own a boutique but due to some family issue she shut it down but I can show you her designs." I said and showed a few of Isha's designs for her old website.

"Hmmm, the work is good she has a good knowledge of color palette too. I can see." She said by looking at the designs on my mobile.

"You can send her for the interview tomorrow just give me the email id my recruiter will ask for her resume in the mail. I liked her work." She said.

"By the way Vedant, who is she?? To you I mean. You never asked anything for yourself till now so must be someone important." She asked me with a confused look.

"She is my W....." I was about to say it as I remembered her words when I introduced her to Rohan and she said to him "No need to add Bhabhi, Trisha is fine." After Rohan left with his car she told me with anger and hatred " Vendant Mehra don't introduce me as your wife here. Keep the drama till Delhi. I don't want to be introduced as your wife to anyone in Mumbai. So be cautious next time and I am not going to do this sindoor and mangalsutra thing here. It was only to show my mother and relatives. So, finish the drama and give me a break." And she left for the lift for that day breaking my heart into million pieces so this marriage means nothing to her and I doubt she has written her marital status as married in her resume.

"She is a friend who just shifted to Mumbai I want to help her with the job so," I told Natasha while sending her Isha's email address.

"Your friend is my friend, We are now friends right." She asked in doubt.

"Yeah sure, Natasha." I smiled at her.

"Wait" she called her PA.

"Diya, I am sending you one email tell the recruitment department to send her mail asking for a resume and schedule her interview tomorrow. Treat this as urgent" She gave me a reassuring smile.

"Your job is done. Well one more thing I don't take people on recommendations I like her designs and well you asked me something for the first time so I can't deny it and because of this now we are friends so it's a win-win isn't it?" she gave me a full smile.

And I smiled back.

"Natasha, one more thing please don't tell her that I recommended her she might not like it." I requested.

She gave me a confused look but said "Ok as you wish, now I have to go its 4 already."

"Yeah Thank you, Natasha, and bye". I waived to her as she was leaving the building.

Well, I hope Isha takes this job now.

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