Our journey from engagement to marriage by Shipra Saini (thriller book recommendations TXT) 📖

                        ....Two years later....

Preeti's Point of view

"Sir.. here is the file you asked for." I put the file on glass table and look at the man sitting in front of me behind large glass table on a black leather chair.

"Thankyou dear." The man smiled looking at me.

His smile reached his eyes, still at this stage of his age. His wrinkled eyes and smile still shows how he is so much satisfied with his life.

Skin is hanging loosely from his cheeks and chin due to his age but he still feel young from his heart.

He checked every detail in the file closely. A satisfied grin appeared on his face.

"You know you are much qualified and experienced for this job." He said with a smile while looking at me.

He compliment me often when he is happy with my work. I smiled back to Mr. Mathew.

"Preeti....contact with Mittal motors and fixed the meeting." He said while closing the file.

I nodded my head and noted the information on my notepad.

"Anything else sir?" I asked looking at him.

"I want a coffee." He said, giving me his wrinkled smile.

I nodded my head and leave his cabin.

I firstly contact mittal motors and fixed the meeting at afternoon. Then I prepared his coffee with milk and no sugar.

It's been a year when I left saharanpur and joined PS AUTOMOBILES in it's Delhi branch.

I was so fed up by Priyanka's torture and saving myself, got molested by my former boss and especially I left saharanpur to run from his memories.

So when I came to know about the new MNC company PS AUTOMOBILES opening it's new branch in Delhi and hiring people for job with good salary I applied here for a job. But I was late for applying as a accountant, vacancy was already filled. But H.R. was impressed by my C.V and recommended my name further as a assistant of MR. Methew, the managing director of PS AUTOMOBILES.

Mr. Matthew took my interview and I got selected. I asked mummy papa for their permission and they gave me their permission happily. So here I am, working as an assistant of Mr. Mathew.

Mr. Matthew is very kind and polite towards me, not like my former boss. He treats me like his daughter. He is a father figure to me. I feel very comfortable around him.

I took his coffee and went to his office to give it to him.

"Sir here is your coffee without sugar as you like and I also fixed meeting with mittal motors at afternoon." I said while putting the coffee in his glass table.

"Ooo..thankyou..I don't know what will I do without you. You know you remind me of my daughter. She is older then you. But took care of me like you." He said to me with a fatherly tone.

"Where is your daughter live, sir." I asked him out of curiosity.

"She lives in U.k with her family." He said while sipping his coffee.

"..then why don't you live with her." I asked him.

"Oo..don't remind me dear." He said while putting the cup on a table.

"This is one of my college friend's son's company. He started it one year ago. He wanted a trustworthy and experienced person to handle it and I'm the most trustworthy and experienced person for him. So he choose me to handle its Indian branches and make me work at this period of age whereas I should play with my grandchildren." He chuckled and shake his head. I give him a small smile.

"Preeti... summarizing all the file and send me the details. Now I should be get going otherwise I will be late for the meeting." He said while getting up from his seat. He took his car keys along with his mobile and put them in his pocket and walked outside the cabin.

I walked out his cabin and set on my seat just outside his cabin. After settling on my desk I started doing my work on computer.
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My fingers working on a keyboard and my eyes is focused on a monitor.I pressed enter button on keyboard and send the last email. I sighed and leaned back on my chair and closed my eyes.

It's been two years when my life changed completely, when my most beautiful dream had broken and mixed with a dust. It's been two years when my heart is suffering for his absence in my life.

The loan is still to be paid. It's partially true that I left saharanpur for save myself from the wreath of Priyanka and my former boss but there is something which make me crazy, which remind me something....him..

He is everywhere. My home, my room reminds me of him. Everywhere I go, every place there, reminds me of him and it drive me crazy.

I opened my eyes and look at the ceiling.

Not a single day went in two years when I didn't miss him. Not a single minute passed when I didn't missed my most beautiful days with him. It's feel like he is in my whole system. I wanted to move on but his memoirs don't let me. They pull me back to him.

Without him, my heart is numb. It's stop to beat like it used to. It's like I am living without my heart. Because someone stole it two years ago and crushed it with his bare hand.

My vision is blurred due to unshade tear. I blinked my eyes and a lone tear escaped from my right eye.

I sit straight and rub my palms on my eyes to remove the wetness from my face. I took my phone from table and look at the time. It's already 8.15 p.m of the evening.

I take my handbag and put my mobile and few other things in my bag and got up to leave the office. I switched off the lights and walk towards the elevator. It became a routine to me to work late at this hour. Only few people left in office.

I walked out the building and walked towards the bus stand. After five minute walk I reached the bus stand.

Only five people standing on a bus stand including me. A old man, in a casual clothes, was sitting on a bench and reading an English magazine. A boy, look like a college student, standing there with a bag on his back and beside him, a lady is standing with her 10 or 12 year old daughter.I walked towards them and stand beside the lady.