MEANT TO BE (BL)

I was standing in front of Roland and Co., the number one multinational company. I couldn’t believe my faith, damn it. The bastard so-called Raphael Roland, son of farmer CEO Devin Roland, has taken over the company. I was fucking going to work under my ex. Only if the fucking package was not so good and the bloody designation that I was craving was finally mine. Why the hell in this company? There were so many companies, and I ended up getting everything in this one.

My designation is not that top-level, so I wouldn’t get in touch with him. Still, why under him? I have not overcome his betrayal, and it still feels brand new.

I have not yet entered the company and can always make a ‘U’ turn and go back to my old designation and shitty salary. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if I don’t grab someone, I definitely will, and every second matters. This is not the time to contemplate when I am out of options, and not to forget my fucking background.

By taking a long breath, I entered the company. After showing my offer letter, I was taken into the manager’s cabin. He explained the same old bullshit things, and I firmly nodded my head wherever it was required. ‘Yes’ and ‘ok’ were my input. I was guided toward the HR cabin, and I followed with the joining formalities. Damn, at last, officially, I was an employee of this company.

I was taken into a room with the other few new employees for a brief introduction.

The PPT began, which involved a brief introduction of the company, its products, and its channels. I had googled everything about the company, so it was not a worthy piece of information. To pass the nuisance that was appearing on the PPT, I scanned the room and took a glimpse at the new faces that were in the cabin. PPT was successful in grabbing my attention when they started mentioning the top-level designated people and their achievements in the company. Of course, I knew that bastard would appear on the screen in a few minutes, but rather than ignoring or averting my eyes elsewhere, they were glued to the screen. That was it. He was on the screen, and there was a gasp from both girls and boys and a chuckle from the trainer. Give me a break for the day.

The trainer’s voice was louder and more enthusiastic when he explained about the CEO of the company, and everyone in the room was alert. I really get this, and yeah, I also get that one can’t help themselves when someone is fucking handsome and hot. That fucking face can destroy anything.

It was still a few minutes, and the trainer wasn’t taking his picture off the screen. There was this urge within me to rip off the screen or to shout at the trainer to change the picture, but no one would spare me in this room. It was my first day, and I am not here to make enemies—inner peace. I was inhaling and exhaling the air, and still, a low grunt escaped without my knowledge. Today, his picture on the screen proved my hatred toward him, and I never thought I hated him this much.

After the mini-tour of the company, we were escorted to our correspondence desk. My manager introduced me to our department employee, and by wishing me luck, he exited.

In my teenage years, I thought dealing with my sexuality was the hardest task until I was introduced thoroughly to math and science subjects. When I entered 8th grade, both subjects became my nightmare. Till then, I thought about why I was attracted to both boys and girls. Sometimes, why boys so much? Sometimes girls, too, but it never beats my attraction toward boys. Those questions were replaced by finding ‘X’ and ‘Y’ and dealing with shitty theories. I was praying every day to get a break from these things, and I knew somewhere I was not going to get a permanent break, but I didn’t want to get deeply involved with them—nope, never.

I thought of choosing art, but I wasn’t good at any art-related things, and my inner self forced me to choose commerce. I was into money—who isn’t?—and everything became quite easy. I pursued my degree in accounts and finance. Hard work started paying off. Now, I am working for a good and reputable company. My blood boils for so many reasons, and I can’t help it.

I chit-chat with my colleagues till the evening, and training would start the next day, so I left the company early.

After reaching my flat, I freshened up and started heating the leftovers. I had the same. After speaking with my mother, I was lying on the bed.

My mind started drifting to Raphael and my crush on him from the day I saw him. I was watching his every move from afar, never daring to approach him. I had become his stalker from Day 1. My heart would always crave his one glimpse toward me, but his attention was always on Asher Marshall, his heartthrob. He was head over heels for that guy, and God knows why. I mean, he was fucking handsome, no doubt about that, and to add fuel to my jealousy, he was a top model at that age. Like, when he was 16 or 17, now, he is a top actor.

Yeah, as I was saying, Raphael had fallen for him hard, and he never gave a damn about anyone else. That was not the case with Asher; the bastard was a bloody playboy, and because of this, they had broken up many times and patched up too. In one of those breakups, I tried my chance; it worked out, but I ended up pathetically.

Now again, they broke up a few months ago, and that wouldn’t be the case in the near future. They would be back together, and I can bet on it.

Everything matched between them, like every damn thing. If everything went well between them, they would become power couples. They both are rich, have good fame in society, and are handsome as hell. I can’t make any comparisons between their nature and character. One was hopeless, and one was blind. After a few months of dating Raphael, I could say that he was not hard to please.

How the hell they would always bounce back to each other was beyond even the cheating barrier; it was not a hindrance between them.

By seeing these two and, more importantly, by considering Raphael, I can conclude that love is blind.

When I was stalking Raphael, I developed a new habit of collecting his things too. whether they were in the dustbin, on the road, in the classroom, in the library, or anywhere. We were classmates, and he never took notice of me, not even once.

At present, if I remember everything, I cringe at myself. I was hopelessly in love with a bastard who was hopelessly in love with a cheater.

I had my fun, and he had his fun, and that’s the end of my few months’ love story. I knew when we entered into the relationship that our days were counted, and I made the best use of our time. I enjoyed my days with him and tried to divert him from whatever he was going through. I was successful, but not completely. In a few months of my relationship with him, I went through everything, and the day of his betrayal made me overcome him completely. I can proudly say that I am successful in that.