Jaimi and Ayesha start working on June 14th. They have spent the week carrying out tasks efficiently and cooperatively with their bosses.

It is Saturday, June 19th. Jaimi and Naushad wrap up with their work of the day around 4, an hour before they leave.

Naushad: Jaimi, baith jao! Kaam khatam ho gaya hain.

Jaimi: Yes sir.

Jaimi finishes putting the files on the shelf and sits down across from Naushad.

Naushad: Mumbai kaisa laga?

Jaimi: It's nice par friends ki yaad aati hain.

Naushad: Woh toh sab ke saath hota hain after college, but you'll make new friends here.

Jaimi: Yes sir.

Naushad: Tum mujhe Bhai bula sakhti ho!

Jaimi: Ji s... Bhai.

Silence falls over the room. Naushad is playing with the paperweight as Jaimi plays with the hem of her skirt.

Jaimi: Bhai, next week ka agenda discuss karle?

Naushad hums in response.

Jaimi: We have a meeting on Tuesday of next week regarding a collaborative between Mr. Raval and Mr. Bhavsar.

Naushad: Yeah. Tum uss project ko execute karna shuru karo. Mein tumhe file de deta hoon. The tasks are written inside.

Jaimi: Ji Bhai.

Naushad: Kuch bhi doubt ho toh mujhe puch lena.

Jaimi: Thik hain.

They talk about work-related issues and the hour passes by. Jaimi and Ayesha take a cab. Jaimi drops Ayesha off then, goes to her apartment.

She walks into her apartment to see it lifeless like any other day. She locks the door and moves to the back of the apartment. She freshens up and makes herself a sandwich.

She is sitting in her living room surfing through channels finding something to watch. She turns it off as nothing catches her eye. She grabs a book off the shelf and sits on the windowsill in the kitchen. She reads the book while enjoying the light rain shower with an open window and slow music in the background.

Jaimi puts up her book and closes the window around 5 in the morning. She heads to bed.

She wakes up around 1 in the afternoon. She heats her waffles and has them as a brunch with coffee and maple syrup. She works on the project. She makes a few phone calls to confirm the dates, book a hotel and flights for everyone, get permission from local and state, and talk with each department head individually regarding the project.

Jaimi: One more call Jay!

She dials the number written on the paper and waits for someone to receive the call. It goes into voicemail. She tries it again, but it goes to voicemail. She finalizes everything and prints them out accordingly.

She closes her laptop and it's already 9 at night. She makes herself a salad and has it for dinner before heading to bed.

The next morning, she dresses in a black top and garnet pencil skirt. She lets her wavy hair loose and wears her Apple Watch on her wrist.

Ayesha and her reach the office. They move towards their small office in between Naushad and Mehjabeen's. Jaimi finalizes her work from last night and files it before moving towards Naushad's cabin.

She knocks on the door twice and enters upon hearing a come in.

Jaimi: Good morning Bhai!

Naushad: Good Morning!

Jaimi hands the file to Naushad to glance over as she organizes his cluttered desk.

Naushad: Tumne apni chutti ke din kyu kaam kiya?

Jaimi: Mere paas kuch karne ke liye nahi tha.

She finishes organizing his desk and puts the files on the shelf. Naushad looks up at the same time.

Naushad: You did excellent work!

Jaimi: Thank you! Bhai, mein Mr. Raval ko contact karne ka try kar rahi thi but I couldn't reach him regarding the finalization of the dates.

Naushad: No problem. Mein uska schedule mostly manages karta hoon toh koi problem nahi hain.

Jaimi: Ok.

Naushad: And, woh abhi aa raha hain toh mein tumhe usse introduce karwa deta hoon.

Jaimi: Ji.

They start working on a few tasks. They hear a knock on the door and halt their work for a few minutes.

Naushad: Ji?

Jaimi looks up from her file to see a woman about her age, maybe a few years older. She zones out as her face resembles someone who she knows, but can't remember it as of now. She is brought out of her trance by Naushad's voice.

Naushad: Jaimi, tum Ms. Khushi ke saath jao aur woh presentation banane mein help karo.

Jaimi: Hmm.

Jaimi exits the room with Khushi. They sit in the garden outside and start working.

After an hour or so of work, they step inside the office as the scorching heat becomes unbearable. Jaimi sees a man going up the stairs with his back facing them. He's wearing a simple white t-shirt with jeans. Jaimi snaps out of her trance as she takes in her surroundings. Girls are drooling at him like he's some spicy dish they want to taste while the boys are staring at the girls.

Jaimi: Yeh kaun hain?

Khushi: Darshan Raval! Yaha sab log uske fans hain.

Jaimi: Why?

Khushi: Yaha ka bahot famous singer hain. Tu kaunsi duniya mein rehti hain? India mein sab ne inke gaano pe roye bhi honge aur thumka bhi lagaya hoga.

Jaimi: Sounds like a personality I would keep a distance from.

She mutters it under her breath.

Khushi: Kuch kaha tumne?

Jaimi: Nahi! Kaam karte hain.

Khushi: Haan!

Darshan knocks on the door before entering Naushad's office.

Naushad: Good morning!

Darshan: Good morning.

Naushad: Kya hua?

Darshan: Kuch nahi!

Naushad: Aap ki secretary kaha hain?

Darshan shrugs his shoulders.

Naushad: Darshan, thoda calm reh! Aaj kal tu kuch logo ke saath chalta phirta time bomb ho gaya hain.

Darshan nods. He gets up from his chair and walks to the balcony as his phone rings. Jaimi enters Naushad's cabin to get his signature on a few files. Darshan walks in and sees a girl walking out of the room. He couldn't see her face.

Darshan: Bhai, yeh kaun hain?

Naushad: Meri nae assistant aur intern bhi hain. 

Darshan: Oh.

Naushad: Baitho hum next week ki Goa trip review karte hain.

Darshan nods and takes his seat. Later on, he goes to the studio downstairs and starts working with Anmol. They don't keep track of time and see that it's 8 in the evening by the time they're done. Anmol leaves while Darshan makes his way to Naushad's cabin.

He enters the cabin and sees it's lightly deemed. He stands at the door as a female is doing something on the desk paying no mind to him. She is bobbing her head up and down and that's when he notices the AirPods in her ears. He moves towards the desk to grab his keys and she turns around at the same time.

He looks down at her. She jumps back in horror. She catches her breath and looks up at him.

Jaimi: You?

Darshan: Yeah me.

Jaimi/Darshan: What the hell are you doing here?

They glare at each other.

Jaimi/Darshan: At this time?

Darshan: Where is Bhai?

Jaimi: Ghar.

Darshan: Par tum yaha kya kar rahi ho?

Jaimi: Tumse kya matalab?

She pushes past him and grabs her purse from the couch. She slings it on her shoulder and leaves the cabin. Darshan grabs his keys and turns off the lights. He follows after. They reach the entrance door.

Darshan: Do you have a car?

Jaimi: Why?

Darshan: Har baar sawaal puchna zaroori hain?

Jaimi: Haan!

Darshan: Car nahi hain toh tumhe tumhare ghar chod doonga.

Jaimi: I'd rather walk home than go with you!

Darshan: Kyu?

Jaimi: Because I don't want to be sexually assaulted, again!

Jaimi walks out of the building. Darshan grits his teeth and balls his fist as he wants to go after her, but decides against it. He ignores her and goes to the parking lot. She climbs into the taxi waiting for her at the gate.

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