05-04-2022, 09:27 PM
Chapter 7 – The Insult
(POV – Aishu)
I returned back from the airport and reached home by almost midnight and I know I am dog tired. A whole day of work and sex and Ajju’s departure, everything has made me weak and I hit on the bed and was fast asleep.
Have I say you guys that I am actually working in an MNC. I think you should’ve figured it by now. My office timing mostly starts by 10 and ends by 7. I should at least wake by 7 in the morning to get ready and to be in office in time after cooking and daily chores. But, today when I woke it was 8 AM and I started panicking.
Coming Wednesday is my office’s 15th year anniversary and we had ethnic wear day today. That is we shall wear something that’s Indian style of clothing. I must at least have woke by 6 today to groom me well and to wear something special. But, I didn’t. And it’s late. So, I had to get myself into an Anarkali style Salwar kameez which is of dark green color with golden embroideries in chest and back and the bottom of the dress has frills with golden patterns again. My sweet hubby got me this for Diwali and I like this one.
The very moment I rushed into the office premises, I know my dress selection couldn’t be more wrong. Everywhere around girls were wearing too grand salwars and number of sarees were higher than salwars. It is called as ethnic or traditional day but culture has changed with time it seems and I could see that before my eyes in amount of low hips and navel shows before me.
I fast entered my cabin and was thinking what my colleagues, of which very few are my friends, are wearing. To my irritation, I first met Meghna.
Meghna. The most hated person in my project and my biggest enemy. She is few years superior to me and I work directly with her and sometimes under her. She bitches about everything I do and tries to overload me with works and at times, tries to even take credit to my works. I know I despise her.
And she was standing today in a very expensive green saree with peacock blue border and she was wearing it low hip to dangerous levels and she also has a very low back too. She is a bit fair and so she has selected this showy piece of dress.
But, All I can see with my thoughts were a almost 35 approaching woman with a tendency to show that she is still young and hot and so, reveals herself and tries to make her more attractive with a gaudy red colored lipstick. I just smiles and said her, a “Hi” and she was going somewhere fast and she didn’t respond my hi. God. How much I hate this woman.
Then, I reached my cabin and met few of my colleagues who were in sarees mostly and a few in similar Anarkalis. We greeted each other and spoke sometime about the weekend and started with the work. It was lunch time sooner and we all went to the cafeteria.
As Meghna’s usual lunch partner is in maternity leave, she is coming to lunch with us nowadays and I always try to be a bit away from her. But, today I had to sit near her. It wasn’t until we sat together, I saw that my guy colleagues were all looking at our side and it took me a hard moment to understand that they are looking at Meghna. I was slightly irritated and my colleague Santhosh alias Sandy increased my irritation to higher levels.
“Meghna?”, He called.
“Haan Sandy?”
“Is it really true that you are married and you have a kid?”
I could see where this is going and I was staring hard at him.
“Yeah. Why?” She smiled and I know she even know why he asked that.
“Nothing. But, I just can’t believe it. You are gorgeous today and your saree suits you so well.I just can’t imagine you are married or so”
“Haha. “ She chuckled.
“I am serious. If we keep a contest today, you will win definitely without much of opposition.”
She chuckled again and I could sense a growing fire inside me. What does the idiot think in his mind? He is openly flirting with her and she is chuckling too. What a bitch. Also, without any opposition comment enraged me more. I was irritated and I just concentrated on the food, when she turned towards me and asked, “You are basically not from Chennai. Right Aishu?”
I just looked at her and replied, “Yes”.
“I just knew it.”
“Pardon Meghna? I don’t understand.”
“No No Aishu. By your style of dressing in such special occasion, I was able to guess you are from some interior town and that you are not from Chennai.”
I know she is doing this hurt me and show her superiority. But, I wasn’t silent.
“What is with my style of dressing Meghna?” I asked in an irritating tone.
“Hmm. Nothing but you look a bit conservative and what shall I say, “Small townish?” Only they wears these salwars with shawls put over. And I was right.”
She said all this when even guys were in the table and I know she meant I am not modern but a bit old fashioned and small townish. I was enraged but I was silent. And the tedious lunch came to an end.
(POV – Aishu)
I returned back from the airport and reached home by almost midnight and I know I am dog tired. A whole day of work and sex and Ajju’s departure, everything has made me weak and I hit on the bed and was fast asleep.
Have I say you guys that I am actually working in an MNC. I think you should’ve figured it by now. My office timing mostly starts by 10 and ends by 7. I should at least wake by 7 in the morning to get ready and to be in office in time after cooking and daily chores. But, today when I woke it was 8 AM and I started panicking.
Coming Wednesday is my office’s 15th year anniversary and we had ethnic wear day today. That is we shall wear something that’s Indian style of clothing. I must at least have woke by 6 today to groom me well and to wear something special. But, I didn’t. And it’s late. So, I had to get myself into an Anarkali style Salwar kameez which is of dark green color with golden embroideries in chest and back and the bottom of the dress has frills with golden patterns again. My sweet hubby got me this for Diwali and I like this one.
The very moment I rushed into the office premises, I know my dress selection couldn’t be more wrong. Everywhere around girls were wearing too grand salwars and number of sarees were higher than salwars. It is called as ethnic or traditional day but culture has changed with time it seems and I could see that before my eyes in amount of low hips and navel shows before me.
I fast entered my cabin and was thinking what my colleagues, of which very few are my friends, are wearing. To my irritation, I first met Meghna.
Meghna. The most hated person in my project and my biggest enemy. She is few years superior to me and I work directly with her and sometimes under her. She bitches about everything I do and tries to overload me with works and at times, tries to even take credit to my works. I know I despise her.
And she was standing today in a very expensive green saree with peacock blue border and she was wearing it low hip to dangerous levels and she also has a very low back too. She is a bit fair and so she has selected this showy piece of dress.
But, All I can see with my thoughts were a almost 35 approaching woman with a tendency to show that she is still young and hot and so, reveals herself and tries to make her more attractive with a gaudy red colored lipstick. I just smiles and said her, a “Hi” and she was going somewhere fast and she didn’t respond my hi. God. How much I hate this woman.
Then, I reached my cabin and met few of my colleagues who were in sarees mostly and a few in similar Anarkalis. We greeted each other and spoke sometime about the weekend and started with the work. It was lunch time sooner and we all went to the cafeteria.
As Meghna’s usual lunch partner is in maternity leave, she is coming to lunch with us nowadays and I always try to be a bit away from her. But, today I had to sit near her. It wasn’t until we sat together, I saw that my guy colleagues were all looking at our side and it took me a hard moment to understand that they are looking at Meghna. I was slightly irritated and my colleague Santhosh alias Sandy increased my irritation to higher levels.
“Meghna?”, He called.
“Haan Sandy?”
“Is it really true that you are married and you have a kid?”
I could see where this is going and I was staring hard at him.
“Yeah. Why?” She smiled and I know she even know why he asked that.
“Nothing. But, I just can’t believe it. You are gorgeous today and your saree suits you so well.I just can’t imagine you are married or so”
“Haha. “ She chuckled.
“I am serious. If we keep a contest today, you will win definitely without much of opposition.”
She chuckled again and I could sense a growing fire inside me. What does the idiot think in his mind? He is openly flirting with her and she is chuckling too. What a bitch. Also, without any opposition comment enraged me more. I was irritated and I just concentrated on the food, when she turned towards me and asked, “You are basically not from Chennai. Right Aishu?”
I just looked at her and replied, “Yes”.
“I just knew it.”
“Pardon Meghna? I don’t understand.”
“No No Aishu. By your style of dressing in such special occasion, I was able to guess you are from some interior town and that you are not from Chennai.”
I know she is doing this hurt me and show her superiority. But, I wasn’t silent.
“What is with my style of dressing Meghna?” I asked in an irritating tone.
“Hmm. Nothing but you look a bit conservative and what shall I say, “Small townish?” Only they wears these salwars with shawls put over. And I was right.”
She said all this when even guys were in the table and I know she meant I am not modern but a bit old fashioned and small townish. I was enraged but I was silent. And the tedious lunch came to an end.
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