Will You be my Salt :)

Chapter-1

Trisha *(Thinking)

Have you ever felt that everything is in place, everything is alright, you are healthy, fulfilled, and sane, but still something-or I say Someone is  Missing?

If we talk in terms of a cuisine, then it is the “salt”. The decision maker of the whole meal. It can elevate your dish or send it to the dustbin. Today, everything is missing. I'm in a life-death crisis**************************  

Well, I’m Trisha Maheshwari, content writer of this advertising company called “You Should Try this”, and I’m in a terrible position of writer’s block, all because of my stupid, arrogant, 120 kg boss, Mr Benerji Jhunjhun. He has given me a deadline to submit something good about this vegan museli from Sharchans' ready-to-eat collection.  He made me try this dish first, and it is a horrible episode of my life.  

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AT THE CUBICLES..

TRISHA  slams her palms onto the desk, pushing herself back from the laptop screen as if it just spat venom at her. Her chest heaves, and she frantically tears at her nails, her voice practically vibrating with panic.

TRISHA (Wailing)

Oh my god, I did it! It’s out there in the universe, Shalini! I hit send! My stupid, rebellious finger just ruined my entire life!

SHALINI rounds the corner of the cubicle, her own face flushed, her eyes practically popping out of her head as she slaps both hands onto her cheeks.

SHALINI (Screaming in a harsh whisper)

Trisha, tell me you are joking! Tell me you did not mail that absolute garbage fire of a file to Mr Benerji!

TRISHA  (Throwing her hands in the air, pacing frantically)

I am not joking! I’ve been stuck for four years in this soul-sucking rut, and this writer's block completely broke my brain today! Who the hell puts vanilla, mint,  and muesli together?! It tastes like actual poison, Shalini! My stomach is literally turning right now!

SHALINI (Gesticulating wildly toward the laptop)

I don't care about your stomach. Look at what you wrote! You called his precious new Sharchans homemade collection 'DOSOLAKAWA'! What even is that?! You literally typed out that, it’s the shittest name I’ve ever heard! It is looking more like an abuse of the dish than a typo.

TRISHA (Defensively shouting back, stamping her foot)

Because it is! My creativity has completely gone into the ditches! If I didn't call it DOSOLAKAWA, I was going to name it 'Death by Bad Cooking'! Because that’s what it is—it’s an absolute health hazard! It needs a massive warning label: Eat at your own risk!

SHALINI (Grabbing Trisha by the shoulders, shaking her)

Are you on a literal suicide mission, girl! He called you an hour ago, expecting a gorgeous, mouth-watering blog to save his repo, and you just sent him a death warrant! He is going to fire your loud ass the exact second he opens that inbox!

TRING. TRING :(

The desktop intercom explodes with a sharp, piercing ring. The digital screen blinks aggressively with the extension "MR." BENERJI.

Both girls let out a synchronised gasp, freezing like deer in headlights.

SHALINI (Clutching her chest, hyperventilating)

Oh my god, he read it. He definitely read it. We are dead. You are dead..........

TRISHA (Suddenly stopping, her eyes wide with frantic determination)

Wait! Wait, listen to me! I think I should resign right now! Before he can even text me or call me out of this company! If I quit first, he can't fire me. It will save my ego and the little bit of esteem I have left with me! I'm leaving on my own terms!

SHALINI (Staring at her like she's lost her mind)

Trisha, the phone is literally ringing right now! You can't type a resignation letter in three seconds!

TRISHA (Staring at the flashing light, her voice cracking with pure terror)

Then I'll shout it into the receiver! What do I say to a 120-kilo angry man, Shalini?!

SHALINI (Shoving the receiver into Trisha's shaking hand)

Pick it up! Pick it up before he comes over here and crushes us both! 

Trisha snatches the receiver, presses it against her ear like a shield, and squeezes her eyes shut.

TRISHA (Practically squeaking into the mouthpiece)

H-hello? Yes, Mr Benerji, Sir! Trisha speaking!

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