1 Chapter One

It's always great about your all first, like, the first brew from the first sip of your first morning coffee, coffee? Yes! The dark light brown steaming hot mug of some Brazilian shitty beans, that are damn lotto to make your mind blew, I originally prefer the old seeds. to have some caffeine to calm down my nerves, but how can one single but not mingle woman is supposed to calm down herself?

Coffee 's spirit like steams are prying me to enthral my deep down lowly guts, my mind is asking me to let haunch down my thoughts which are racing like those stormy clouds floating with a streak of ambergris thundering velocity, muzzling a spitfire outside this oak framed window, 1.2×1.5 m in dimension , because usually they are like in this form, you are not going to check my measurement , just because I m in for a firm, don't judge me !because , no matters , how much we deny , we get judgemental by our outputs, like they feed us input and we through our outputs, become judgemental !! And trust me there's no backwater for your smartness, intelligence and most importantly your understanding.

It is a shade of salty slaty day, like this slaty table desk for my truly legal work , there is a prominent version of the laptop , I really do like to work on the lappy , just because they are cordless, that means they are no strings attached , the way I like my most working mates, One thing , I had mentally take a permanent notes, that is incorrigible for lifetime, that is ,

"Don't ever , be proxies to anyone's hit & trial experiments of human psychology."

I typed away anyway furiously, my documents and started scanning the left files , there's a heap of bundles, for work transactions, I m raised in a situation , which is completely out of any kind of none trauma, trauma is like the bed of stones , it will let you fill all your gaps , emotions with dissection , and you will never be knowing who is in, who is out and situation shows an another simulation.

This hallway of the office shows the busy part of this incorporation, legs moving , shirts moving, sleeves rolled and your hairs gelled, &combed , twirled into a up tight bun or you can simply have a parting style if you are a girl, eyes conspiring , heels tiptoeing , case files swinging from hands to hands, all sweaty and at same time lousy, one talks more , work more and earn more but a simple talking is kept as a ritual part ,

As Haphazardness is the barcode for a lawyer, a legal advisor is expected to give advice ,to maintain a company's hypocrisy . and I had been given a separate cabin for this work , for my work.

A cabin which is coated in a dark and charcoal grey enamelling, with the sufficient amount of lights coming from the window , the ceiling was a simple teak wood work, and the walls that run along my office space , gave me enough area to release a frustrated breathe, a contended sigh, a distant nose flare, everything which gushes the air out from my two holes in the nostrils of my long running nose, this is my working temple , and I love being a templar in this surrounding, after dissolving the cases in the row, like that concerned company's privacy policies, consultancy advice, corporate decision.

I was enjoying the preparation for my next level project which involved the huge gross benefit in my company , The McLeod Law firm, I m not into the business but sometimes , it's great to do business, because business gives you allowance to do the Experiment on human psychology , it's a simple adherence for your rooted blatancy of life, trading minds with pure and impure mind, as I was about to study the case which I was being transferred for, there was an abrupt knocking on my semi transparent door,

I put off my glasses which I wear generally, when I work with electromagnetic radiation , penetrating my eyes holes and making me eccentric for the ways that had been engulfed for the level of sadistic ways which makes me sardonic,

"Come in!!" I yelled and again submerged myself on my working desk, without lifting my head, I heard the small steps which were leading towards me, and there was a trembling in his footsteps, his? Yes ! Because there was a smell of dripping sweat glands,

"What's up Chourasiya?" I asked the peon of my only law firm, and annoyance was clear on my sweetheart shaped face, I touched the bridge of my nose, only to scrunch, the firm was very inadequate to not be alienated with an employee's name, now , a case of a simple contract dispute between two leading manufacturing companies of steel rods, Khurana and Sons vs Bhatia Private limited. These two companies would make a good fortune , if they stop squandering too much on their disputed nerves. Chourasiya simply is holding a tray, I think he just had served the noon teas to the other employees, I fed the laptop with the tally report and slightly tapped the corner of my working desk, whose top has a cover of glass, many papers and specimen , which I slipped beneath the glass,

"Boss, is calling you for an ....." He had still got a hold of his creamy faded colored tray, and the tea sips droplets are about to fall on my desk,

"Move away....." I abruptly stood up from my black leatherette high back chair, as there lies a deformation of my seating posture, the leather had been pressed into the inner material of the chair itself.

Bolted with fear, Chourasiya moved 10 to 12 steps away from my desk, and I released a gush of relief!! Hush....thank god! It didn't spoiled my files. See! That's why I said, this place had a breathe of my variant emotions.

"I know, he is calling me for an audit, which was supposed to held for an IT company , tell him, i m on the way, Now, you are dismissed Chourasiya!" I said , while again seating back to my leatherette, taking a simon pen over my fingers and rotating the pen with much focus, a natural habit which I inherited from my father,

And he nods while taking a nervous footfalls against my crouching floor and then closing the door behind, I started gathering the paper from the desk only to enclose them inside a dark office file zipper, with a matt black and a small rectangular palate attached to its front part, I looked up to my working desk, so I had a small photo frame with my Mom and Dad smiling , that makes me does the warmth snooping, I took the frame into my tiny hands and intently looked into their faces, a decade ago snap,

Dad had a smile , a smile which had a frown in it, it seemed he knew that it would be the last time , he will keep smiling like this , in a short period time, while mom had a carefree smile, dad's left hand embracing the loose shoulders of mom, and mom's fingers are clasped together,

Behind them is seen the land of a sandy beach with the blue sea with normal tides flowing away with the gentle breeze letting them drift off from the shore, as if they are asking for sea tides hands as a proposal, in order to fly in the midst air, the tides rose higher and higher but they didn't knew at that time , that it was just their innocence which led them think that they will actually fly?

Imagine the condition where rain instead of falling is flowing along the air breeze, that is really unaccepted , it had to kiss the lips of unquenched mouth of the earthen surfaces, not to wing with breezes, I took the picture of both of them, I myself was smiling at their olden love sick gesture , a common typical pose for every single Indian 90's couples.

I still can remember, the moment when I had the camera of Nikon in my hands, trust me , I love photography , if I wouldn't be a legal advisor of the

McLeod Law Firm, I would be a highly endemic and attitudinal photographer, a person who had not the hobby but he or she had an arrogant hunger to do something amoral with fillers, lens and angle and can be perfect as a one day stand for a visual appeal , sceneries also does sexual appeals to the man who is holding a camera, and they want him to explore its each and every single fine grained details with what he is going to take a shot. And then convert it into a talking picture.

Sceneries can't last long , they becomes agile faster than their picture frame, so I took the photo in one take, by using a photography technique, called filling the frame, my parents had came to goa , for a family vacation, and Dad had requested me to let his photo be taken before his dyed hair may come to exposure,

I smiled at him , because the dye had already started being vanishing , but I m not going to tell him that, because he won't believe me then, as he believes his own theory , that he is young and dashing, coming in old age , sometimes let you do some rebellious thing , that is out of order for your age group, I agreed to take his picture but surrounding were distracting, the waves of the sea were unsteady and I had to crop the frame so that Dad's photo must be the central attraction while the backgrounds are just the matter of swipes, but then mom who was busy making a sand castle , came running towards me and Dad and threw her jaded tantrums on us, pointing fingers, to us , she said.

"Like father, like Daughter !" Her mouth had slightly raised to left cheek of her face, she shows a faking anger, I know my mom and her vague but silly acts,

"Yes because , I m Dada's daughter, Dad is my superhero !" I laughed and my dad just shrugged his shoulder while putting a big jibe on his agile face, and at last when she could able to continue her drama , mom came towards us and bang! There was a family hug.

"Let me take the picture of both of you !" I told them , and directed them to stood there near the long coconut tree, which had a slight bend, acts as a conclave for the sea that was flowing behind, dad quickly placed his hands on mom's shoulder and I took my position and told them, to maintain what they were doing.

Click, click, click.....

I took their 10 to 12 photos, I smiled at them for last time and headed towards the boss 's cabin, with some files in order to tell him some clauses , Mr. Raghav Chandran was my boss, a man who was a family person, he had a loving wife Mrs. Anuradha Nair Chandran and they had together a son, who was very smart and brainier far than his age group child, Mr. Chandran had always wore his profession over his sleeves, he was tall and fit , about 6 feet height, he had the tanned body colour and a well built up physique , he is a fan of yoga and also owes a honor with an Indian ancient martial art technique " Kalaripayattu ", a technique which originated from Malabar coast of Kerala,

While walking across the lobby, I saw many colleagues over worn faces when they were running from conference hall to boss's cabin, I can spot Chourasiya and his tin of tea serving teas to Mr. Gupta , an uptight person who was at the position of consultant , a fat stout person with a big pot belly , he looked like a rummy bear who had few strands of hair left over his head and his breathing was escalating ,

Tina, that new girl intern was running towards the fax machine, in her pencil heels, oh! That must be very difficult for her to run like that over whole place, her brown ponytail was swaying , as Rahul was sending a tonnes of emails, while Mrs. Malti was busied to apply a thick layer of her matte dark lipstick quickly, so that she could give a quick touch up to her make up, even she was just a clerk at the firm, but she never fails to attract men's attention towards her , I think today's audit must be very important for the Boss , as I felt many eyes on me , and I replied the look, " I know , how it feels!"

"Black suits you Mrs. Malti, " I compliment her, and tried to make my way to top floor of the office,

"Oh ! Come on ! Sweetie, I always look ever luminous and cheeky in every colors that counts." As she motion her left hands in air and tried to act like a shy and innocent lady,

I shook my head into a disbelief Mrs. Malti is an obsequious woman , just can't stop self flattering herself and I let out a chunky laugh and continued while climbing the stairs, at some distance from left of the first floor, I would take a lift ,I ran towards the lift, to catch before it would get crowded and I must get to wait for another chance to board, not happening! I scolded myself ,

I do believe in first chance, there's no second chance in anyone's life, life recoils faster, it doesn't wait for second or third chance, the moment in which you are living is the moment , neither second nor third, and I was able to board the lift, the watchman near the lift, Babulal, nodded at me, he was at the age of 45 and still he had a body as that of a wrestler, he showed me his teeth and again his hat and watchman dress he was instructing the people about the lift capacity,even some visitors,

" you are lucky enough madam , to board the lift, one second late, and you were going to miss the lift, " he said as he pushed the floors number on the digital panel , there were 7 people and four of them were males and other three were women, in their pencil skirts and blouse, navy blue, light pink and light green, while men were in formal shirts, I looked towards the watchman , Babulal while the rest had their own business to be taken care off,

"I don't belief in second chance, Babulal, you know that ! I never missed the lift , I must be waiting when lift is still yet to come, but I never stay for a second Chance, Chances should be given only when there was no procrastination in your past first chance, and I very well had mentally noted down.!" I told him in a very pacific manner, and clutched my files and documents tightly , even I was flipping the pages of my documents , just in case , if my boss ask me something out of blue,and I had some words to be spoken .

I will not deny but women just can't keep their mouth shut, they will be blabbering about something, no matters, if it would be about a single rent on a cloth, those three women were constantly chit chatting about their little gossips and it irritated me to hell! But how could I blame them, when I m also the one who is constantly talking in my mind , and finally the dings of the elevator stopped and I came in front of my Boss 's cabin , as the name plate was shining his bronze coloured name in an Italian cursive writing,

Mr. Raghav Nathan Chandran

CEO ,

The McLeod Law Firm.

I pushed the door and a deep authorized voice stopped me in my own tracks,

"Welcome Miss Sanyal, please meet our today's client the ever centrifugal and Volcanic personality , Mr. Adhiraj Singh Shekhawat From Blackpool Company Private limited, "

And there seated the most striking man of an voluminous aura and he moved his head, the shock was evident on his most charming face, his brown eyes had the same look , which I shared now.....a look of awkwardness, a slight eccentric bolt of 220 volt,

After all , it is what happens , when two fierce exes meet with each other , when an ex wife met with her ex husband and when the ex husband is to be professional in front of his ex wife.... It happens , " When Business meets with Torture"......