Fate will knock you over!

 Meera

She was rifling through "The Alchemist" and sipping her cold coffee, at the coffee shop across the street from where she worked. She’d taken her break time to catch up on the book. It seemed she never found time to read anymore-there were so many other things cluttering up her life that she savored this moment of quiet solitude just to read. And then the beats of "Love the way you lie" shattered the perfect moment as the phone flashed 'Boss calling. "How clichéd" She thought.
"Hullo! Meera I need you in the office right away”. Typical rich jerk behavior. “Handed the parent's empire on a platter as soon as he came of age-they think they rule the world. They just have it so easy!"-Her mental monologue continued.

 "Meera, are you there?" his voice shook her out of her reverie. "Yes sir, just coming. Will need ten minutes though. “Make it quick, Meera" he said.

Make it quick, Meera. She had succumbed to a life of monotony. All she had wanted was to work a year and get some money to finance her writing career." My dream is to write the greatest story ever told.” She’d said once. Her dream was not to do secretarial work; it was to ride on the wings of imagination. Well, that was one dream she wasn't sure she could achieve if Boss Man (Aka Rajat Singh) had his way.

Rajat

She was the most efficient and competent secretary he'd had. He had always admired the oddly detached way she had of handling things. Over the course of a year he'd realized his growing fondness for her. She, on the other hand, was as indifferent to him as she would have been to any rich, smooth talking, corporate robot, because she was not one of them. She had dreams and hopes, for a future beyond the glass doors of the multi-national company. He was aware of that and he respected it. So today, he had arranged for her to meet with someone he knew in the publishing business. His affection for her made him go out of his way for her.
"You wanted to see me, Sir” Meera said, as she entered the room.
"Ah, Meera! Meet Dhruv, from Panchi Publications, India. He’s agreed to take a look at your manuscript".

1 year later.
Rajat

Meera. He still missed her. After reading "Dedicated to Mr. Rajat Singh, the best boss ever" in her book "Corporate Snakes and Ladders”, his heart swelled twice his size. He had fallen for her. Ever since she left, he had missed her a lot. He had to tell her-she had a right to know his true feelings for her. So what if the press had announced that writer and publisher were betrothed?

So he had turned up at the launch party, to tell her. And then he saw her, dressed in a gorgeous white sari. Her face lit up when she saw him. "Did you read it? The dedication?" And the words tumbled out. “I love. I've  loved you since the day......."  "I met you??"She finished for him. "I've heard that line dozens of times, Rajat. Do you think I believe that to be true? “She said, mildly amused.

"Let me finish. No I haven't loved you since I met you,but from the moment you left I knew I loved you" Meera still had that annoying grin on her face, "And you think that's reason enough to be with me?You miss anything when it goes away from you,that's human nature. It doesn't mean anything.” She turned him down just like that. “How filmy girls are. I’m so done with them" He started walking away.
Just then a copy of her book came flying from the air and hit his head."Oww! What was that for?" He asked Meera. "That was because you gave up without a fight. I needed convincing.You couldn't do that. Which goes to show my initial statement was true."   Still so damned detached and analytical.
Feelings are as changeable as the weather. Rajat realized the truth of these words in that instant. In that instant, he realized something. He needed to be with someone with whom he didn't need to convince himself or her that they were perfect together. Meera was great, but it just wasn't meant to be .What he and Meera had wasn't real love, just a passing bug. "You're right.Bye.Have a good life, Meera."
She was still out there. He would find such a girl.