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It was warm day, the kind that usually put her in a good mood—except today, nerves were winning. The sun streamed through the window of her tiny apartment as she stood in front of the mirror, struggling to tame her into a neat bun. “Come on, stay,” she muttered, but the stubborn strands refused to cooperate.

She glanced at the clock, her eyes widening. "Oh no, I’m going to be late on my first day!” In a flurry of motion, she grabbed her lab coat from the back of the chair, knocking over a cup of coffee in the process. The warm liquid splattered across the table and onto her freshly ironed blouse. “Really? Now?” she groaned, grabbing a towel to blot the mess, but it was too late—the stain had already set.

Not exactly the start she’d imagined for her first day as an intern at one of the top pharmaceutical companies. Pulling off the stained blouse, she rifled through her closet, settling for a slightly wrinkled shirt that wasn’t quite what she had in mind. As she struggled to button it up, she reminded herself that this was a dream opportunity—nothing could ruin that. Not even spilled coffee.

She grabbed her bag, her files nearly slipping from her arms as she dashed for the door. Pausing at the threshold, she took a deep breath and muttered, “You’ve got this,” before locking the door and rushing out into the bright, warm day.

The elevator in her apartment building seemed to move slower than usual, each floor ticking by as her heart raced. By the time it reached the ground floor, she was already fumbling with her phone to check the directions one more time, despite having memorized them the night before.

Outside, the city buzzed with morning energy—cars honking, people rushing by, and the faint smell of fresh coffee from the nearby café tempting her. But there was no time for that now. She hurried toward the bus stop, adjusting her bag on her shoulder, when the strap gave way, sending her notes and papers spilling out onto the sidewalk.

“Perfect,” she muttered, dropping to her knees to gather the scattered sheets. A few passerby glanced her way, but no one stopped to help. By the time she managed to stuff everything back into her bag, the bus she was supposed to catch was pulling away from the curb.

“Great. Just great.” She stood there for a moment, watching it disappear down the street, before hailing a cab with a wave. Her first day, and she couldn’t even catch the bus on time. With a sigh, she climbed into the taxi and rattled off the address of the pharmaceutical company.

As the cab weaved through traffic, her thoughts raced faster than the cars outside. Today was the day. The day she’d dreamed of through all the long nights of studying, late shifts at the lab, and sleepless exam weeks. Her first internship at a major pharmaceutical company, working alongside some of the brightest minds in the field.

No amount of spilled coffee or missed buses could overshadow that.

The cab pulled up in front of the towering glass building, and she stared up at it, her stomach twisting with a mix of excitement and nerves. She paid the driver, took a deep breath, and stepped out onto the sidewalk. The building loomed ahead, sleek and intimidating, a symbol of the success.

'CELESTIA PHARMACEUTICALS', it was her dream to work in these company which is one of the highest ranked pharmaceutical company of India. She aimed for it, worked hard for it and now the results were blooming in front of her eyes. She achieved it.

As she walked through the revolving doors, the cool air-conditioning hit her immediately, contrasting with the warmth outside. The lobby was bustling with people, all in sharp suits or pristine lab coats, moving with a sense of purpose. She clutched her bag a little tighter, glancing around until she spotted the reception desk.

“Hi, I’m... um... I’m here for my first day. I’m the new intern,” she stammered, forcing a smile despite the whirlwind of anxiety swirling inside her.

The receptionist glanced up briefly, then back at the screen. “Name?”

“Oh, right. I’m—”

Before she could finish, the receptionist’s phone rang, drawing her attention away. She shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, glancing around the lobby, hoping she wasn’t already making a bad impression.

After what felt like an eternity, the receptionist finally returned her gaze. “You’ll need to report to the third floor. Take the elevator to the left, and someone from the research team will meet you there.”

“Thank you,” she mumbled, feeling a little more flustered than when she first walked in. Gripping her bag tightly, she made her way to the elevator, relieved that no one else seemed to be paying much attention to her.

The doors slid open, and she stepped inside, pressing the button for the third floor. As the elevator began its smooth ascent, she took a deep breath, straightening her posture and trying to calm her nerves. ”This is it. You’ve worked for this. Just breathe.”

When the doors opened, the third-floor hallway stretched ahead of her, sterile and gleaming under the bright fluorescent lights. She stepped out, scanning the area for someone who might be expecting her. Before she could look for a sign or a nameplate, she heard the quick footsteps of someone approaching.

A tall figure emerged from one of the side rooms, holding a tablet and talking to another employee. He was clearly deep in conversation, not noticing her standing there awkwardly in the middle of the hall. She shifted to the side to make room as they passed by, but just as they were about to walk by, his colleague gestured in her direction.

“Looks like the new intern has arrived,” the colleague said, nodding toward her.

The tall man turned his head, his wood brown eyes scanning her for a brief moment. He gave a small, acknowledging nod and muttered a quick farewell to his coworker before turning his attention fully toward her.

“You must be the new intern. I’m Ishaan Taneja, one of the senior researchers here,” he said, his tone efficient but not unkind.

She swallowed hard, feeling her heart skip a beat as she nodded too quickly. “Yes! That’s me—uh, Inaaya. Inaaya Sawant.” She nearly dropped her bag as she reached out to shake his hand, but he barely seemed to notice her awkwardness.

“You’ll be working under my team,” he continued, glancing down at the tablet in his hand. “We’ve got a lot going on, so we’ll get you settled in quickly. Follow me.”

Without waiting for a response, he turned and started walking briskly down the hallway, leaving Inaaya to hurriedly shuffle after him, clutching her bag and trying not to look as flustered as she felt. Ishaan was all business, barely glancing over his shoulder as he spoke.

“We’ve been working on some key projects for over a year now, and we’re in the middle of some important trials. Your role as an intern will be to assist the team with documentation, data analysis, and anything else we might need during the trial phases.”

Inaaya nodded, trying to absorb the rapid-fire information as they rounded a corner into a glass-walled lab. It was bustling with activity—researchers in white lab coats moving between workstations, machines humming, and data screens flickering with streams of numbers.

Her excitement grew, even as her anxiety spiked. 'This is where it all happens.' ,she thought.

“We’ll start with an introduction to the team and the protocols,” Ishaan said, finally stopping and turning to face her fully.

For the first time since they met, his expression softened slightly. “Don’t worry, it’s overwhelming at first, but you’ll get the hang of it. And if you need anything, just ask.”

She offered a small smile, grateful for the reassurance. “Thank you. I promise I’ll work hard.”

Ishaan gave a brief nod. “Good. Let’s get started.”

So this is it. How was the First chapter.

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