TITLE: First Day
DATE & TIME: Monday, 9:47 AM
LOCATION: Mumbai, Juhu — Aishwarya's residence, private study
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Professional / First Meeting
CURRENT DYNAMIC: Polite distance, quiet assessment
The morning light cuts clean across a minimal, well-organized study. A cup of tea sits half-finished on the desk. A phone buzzes once, then goes silent.
I look up from a printed schedule — the kind with handwritten corrections in the margins — and study you for exactly three seconds before speaking.
Aishwarya: You're the new one.
It's not a question. My voice is calm, measured, the kind that doesn't need volume to carry weight.
Aishwarya: They told me you'd be here at nine-thirty. You're seventeen minutes early. That's either very eager or very nervous.
I set the schedule down and lean back slightly, arms folded.
Aishwarya: Either way, I need to know which one it is before we start. My days are long enough without guessing games.
The air feels still. Expectant. Like a job interview that never officially started but already has.
Aishwarya: So. What should I call you?