Vivaan's POV

I was getting ready for office. I got out from the bathroom after a hot shower and slipped into my favourite faded sky blue coloured shirt. I fitted my shiny black pants and tucked the shirt in it to give it a decent look. I tied my favourite reddish-brown coloured tie and clipped a tie-pin. I wore a deep blue coloured undersuit which fitted tightly to my body and then got my violetish blue coloured blazer on. It was already ten ten in the morning.

I was waiting for Girijah to come. She is the last person whom I would expect to be punctual. Since childhood till now, she would go an hour late than the time she is told to. So I decided to tell her to visit me an hour early. I told her to came at ten when I would rather interview her at eleven.

I was sitting in my study and working on a few meetings which were supposed to be conducted today. I heard the bell ring and I was sure that was Girijah. I was walking down the stairs when I saw her standing in the living room. I decided to play away a little so I made my face serious and cleared my throat and started speaking in a serious and husky tone.

"Miss. Singhania you are half an hour late." Said I as I loked into my watch and tapped my feet on the floor.

"I'm really really sorry Mr.Malhotra. Actually the traffic was just too busy and it took me almost an hour to reach here where as the distance is of just fifteen minutes by drive." Said she.

"Well wasn't your G.P.S. system working?" Asked I trying to play on again.

"Ah! Actually. .." She was dumb found.

I couldn't control myself but laugh out loud by seeing her dumb face and that typical Umm.. Ah.. explanation thing of a junior who is trying to explain something to her senior.

She looked at me with a confusing expression as to what I was up to. I controlled my laugh and gestured herto sit down. I walked down and sat on a single sofa opposite to the three seater sofa on which she was sitting. She looked gorgeous in her formals which were a black women's suit set and a balck teashirt beneath it. She wore formal heeled palms and her light makeup completed her look.

"What happened?" Asked she confused.

"Nothing! I was just playing around a little. Sorry for that." I appologised.

A faint smile appeared on her face and her face had an expression that made me sure that she was thinking something. Her eyes were a little glassy.

"Umm. Ms.Singhania are you okay?" Asked I.

She sniffed so that her tears couldn't escape the corner of her eyes and said,"Yup. Actually you are just like an old friend of mine. He was just like you."

"Okay. What was his name?" Asked I already knowing the answer.

"You know the interesting part of the story? His name and your name is the same, his birthday and your birthday also is on the same date, a few of your behavioural patterns also match but the thing is that he was never like you. He was never this smart, he had big fat glasses over his eyes and he did never have this kind of cool guy kind of attire like you and yup, he was a utter stammerer. You know he could never speak a whole sentence without stammering." Said she.

"What? How can she tell me unsmart, stammerer and fat- glassed guy?" I thought to myself.

"Well okay Ms.Singhania so these are the contract papers. You read them well before signing on them. I said to her as she went through the paperd papers and clarified her doubts and signed them without objection.

"Okay then Mr.Malhotra the shoot is gonns gonna start from next week right? " Said she.

"Stop calling me that. I hate it. Just call me Vivaan." Said I. I wanted to hear that one name from her mouth 'Vivo' but I can't just tell her to call me that and I was sure that she would never call me by that name also as she was unaware of the fact that I am Vivo, she would never call me by that name.

I wanted to shout out loud and tell her that I am Vivo, her Vivo but I had plans to surprise her on her birthday and I don't want to spoil it just like that.