Chapter 1- Rushing for interview
A Sadistic Villain In Love
Note:
Amma: Mother
Anna: Brother
Appa: Father
Thatha: Grandfather
Patti: Grandmother
Akka: Sister
Anni: Sister-in-law
Mama: Brother-in-law or Uncle or Husband or father-in law
Periyappa: Elder Uncle
Sithappa: Younger Uncle
Sithi : Younger Aunt
Periyamma: Elder Aunt
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In the busiest Bangalore City, People were traveling in a modern lifestyle. Everyone had their duty.
" I can’t tolerate this anymore.” An elderly woman, Suhana Gupta, 40 years old, entered her house with a bag. She took a deep breath and sat on the sofa.
Her daughter, dressed in a long, yellow-red-bordered kurta and palazzo pants, emerged from the kitchen and asked her, “What happened amma? Why are you like this today?”
The elderly woman stared at her daughter, who was getting ready for her 90th interview in a different company, “Manjula, what can I say? Everyone asks about your marriage and future, but you are strict about your career only. I am so angry about it. If you also do not get a job in this 90th interview, I will start looking for an alliance.”
Manjula smiled, “Don’t worry, Amma. I will take care of it. They said they are hiring freshers for this job. I think I will get into the accounting field because I have already taken some courses in that area, and my main career focus is in accounts. So, I’m confident I will get the job.”
Suhana murmured, “You say this every time.”
Manjula hugged her mother, “Don’t worry, amma. I will be back with good news.”
She entered her room. She grabbed her bag and folder containing her resume, along with photocopies of her personal information, to apply for a job.
“Amma, I am leaving,” Manjula said.
Suhana yelled, “Where are your manners, Manjula? Come here and get a blessing from our God.”
Manjula pressed her forehead, stood before the statue of God in her house, and prayed to Lord Krishna that she would get the job soon.
Manjula Gupta took a taxi from her home to reach the company around 8:50 a.m. for an interview. She paid for the taxi and looked up at the company banner, which read “Diya MV Groups of Companies.” Manjula asked the receptionist for the interview floor and was directed to the 9th floor.
The receptionist told Manjula that the interview would start soon.
She toward the three elevators of that company. One of the elevators was too crowded with people and she had no time, so she looked at the next two elevators. When one of the elevators opened, she entered which had fewer people.
She also did not read the notice board sentence, ‘ This elevator was only used for VIP People. ’
Manjula clicked the 9th-floor button in the elevator. While in the elevator, a man in a bodyguard suit tried to communicate with her, A decent man in a black-white suit intervened. He gestured for the man in a bodyguard suit to step back. When that person did, The decent man stood behind her. He leaned over her shoulder and smelled her lavender scent from her neck. Manjula felt weird. She turned back to see this decent man with a handsome face and sunglasses.
He smirked, “ Are you here for an interview, Madam?”
She nodded. He smirked as he raised his hand for a handshake, “All the best.”
She sighed as she raised her hand. The elevator voice said, “9th floor.”
“Thank you, Sir….”, She walked out with a fake smile. She knew what he was trying to do, but she also wanted to avoid it because she was there for an interview. The decent man stared at her until the elevator door closed.
The decent man stepped on something. With doubt, he looked at the floor. He took the form which belonged to Manjula.
He murmured, “Manjula Gupta.”
