“Don’t be silly, Dev,” Radha blushed and looked up at Mahadevan, who had his arm around her shoulders. They were sitting in his company car, which was parked on a deserted curb near the restaurant where they had dined together. Radha had been working for Mahadevan for the last 3 months and they had grown close to each other during that time. Over dinner, he had proposed to her. “I should have known.”
“I wouldn’t have given you a call if your personality had not been impressive enough. Your resume gave me the idea to keep close to you.”
“So all my work till now has gone down the drain.”
“In fact, the company directors were impressed by your first project and are planning to incorporate it into the larger scheme of things. The only sad part would be that your boss would be changing and you would be shifting to the ground floor.”
“I am surprised that they were not angry at the prospect of you carrying on a project on your own without their consent right under their noses.”
“How could they? Your work spoke lavishly of competence.”
“Besides, you might have convinced them, like you are doing now.”
“Well, I only spoke to them highlighting the merits.”
“If they had abandoned the idea?”
“I would have used my network to find a suitable job for you in a company, whose office was close to ours.”
“I could swear in the name of my love for you,” he replied dramatically.
“Ok, ok. I believe you,” she was embarrassed.
“You did not reply to my question?”
“That’s for my parents to say, not me,” shyness did not allow her to reply directly.
“A SOUTH INDIAN!,” Mr. Mathur exclaimed. “And a divorcee? Radha have you lost your mind? At your age, you can find a younger bachelor.”
To be continued…