The Role Reversal: Power, Pride and Revenge)

"Go right now!" Esha said in a sharp tone. Varun was taken aback by the young girl's strict attitude and, with his bag still slung over his shoulder, went to get water for her.
Varun had a huge crush on Riya, a girl who worked in the office. However, he never had the courage to go up and talk to her. Still, this event felt like a great opportunity to him. If he somehow won, he could get a kiss from Riya. Just thinking about Riya gave him the motivation to fulfill every condition of this event.
He returned carrying a glass of water. "Esha, your water," he said.
Esha didn't reply and stayed busy with her work. Varun placed the glass on the desk, and just as he turned to walk away, Esha snapped her fingers twice. As soon as Varun turned around, Esha motioned him closer with her finger.
"Pick up the glass and stand right here," she said. "And I don't like you standing so straight like that; stand a little bent, like a servant." Varun did exactly as he was told. She would take the glass from him, take a sip of water, and hand the glass back to his hands. Varun had to stand there holding the glass for about 15-20 minutes until she finished all the water. After that, she signaled for him to leave.
"Esha, can I get a star?"
"You'll only get it if you ask for it the right way."
Varun understood what kind of behavior was expected of him today. "Esha ma'am, I hope I was able to serve you well. It would be my pleasure to serve you again. Please be kind enough to grant a star to this poor person," he said, bowing his head.
Now Esha turned toward him and smiled. "I like this attitude. Keep coming back from time to time to look after my needs, maybe I'll give you more stars," she said and handed him a star.
Ashu was a fresher in the company. Being one of the youngest employees, he was targeted the most by the women. He was completely busy finishing their small chores.
Namita was a middle-aged woman in the company. She was slightly plump and fair-complexioned. She was wearing a pink saree paired with black heels. Her nails were also painted in a pink shade matching her saree. She was standing at the desk of her female colleague, Radha. Since the men's chairs had been removed, there was no extra chair there; she couldn't sit down and was quite tired, especially from wearing heels. She saw Ashu walking past with a coffee cup in his hand.
"Hey, listen to you!" she called out. Ashu turned toward her. "Come here."
"I need to give this coffee to Miss Gita. If it gets cold, she'll get angry," he said.
"Are you refusing to obey my command, boy?" Namita asked, bringing sternness to her voice.
"No, ma'am! I can never do that. Please forgive me. Right now I am serving Miss Gita. Please allow me to take permission from her so she can free me, and I can serve you with complete dedication."
"I like this boy," Namita said to her colleague and laughed out loud.
A short while later, Ashu came running back.