-------------------------------------------------------Glad? Pleased?Do these words even have a place in your dictionary?I wanted to say much more than I was anticipating in front of him. Sadly, nothing came out of my mouth.I was a little afraid of him. His tall figure and aura were something else at that time.The man who stood near me exuded an air of sophistication and elegance as he strode into the room when we reached our desired destination.His tailored suit commanded attention with every step. Draped over his broad shoulders was a sleek, charcoal grey jacket, impeccably fitted to accentuate his masculine frame.Beneath the jacket, a crisp white dress shirt hugged his torso. The shirt's collar, perfectly pressed and secured with a silver tie pin, framed his chiselled jawline, adding a touch of refinement to his already distinguished presence.His pants, a matching shade of charcoal grey, hung effortlessly from his waist, tailored to perfection and embracing his legs with pr
--------------------_----------------------------------Summer has the madness and winter has been the darkness. When combined they can make your thunder or bloom a new flower. My mind was blank, emptied to a certain point.When I was walking occupied by my thoughts I heard something. Three men were following me. All of them were wearing black clothes. Even their head wasn't visible. I increased my speed to check if they were truly behind me or if it was just in my mind.And they were following me. Okay, the scenario was enough to give me a mini heart attack.What should I do now?I can't beat them in this race.So, I did what was not expected of anyone to do in this situation. I opened my mouth without making any moment, "So cowards?? How are planning to murder me? Are you going to turn that knife inside my body? Or just choke me with the help of those silver chains?" They exchanged glances and were about to launch a bomb at me when a black Range Rover came near my vision. And
So yeah… The Girl Who has always been sure nothing wrong would happen to her. She is stuck! Just stuck with a man whom she hates in a goddamn area about which she knows nothing! And the guy, of course. He is not the action hero, not even the prince charming, just the ordinary guy who thinks he rules the world, but we all know the reality. And it hurts to see myself like this. I so wanted to jump in and take the guns out If I had them in my pockets. But I want to know what Mr Kapoor can do. Consider me an idiot if you do like me. I am not retired yet! “Did you listen to what I said, that you will do what I ask?” “I heard it a million times in the past ten minutes. Now, are you going to do something? Or are you just bluffing?”“Shut up, Ms. Jessica!” Before I could shoot him dead with my eyes, the lights went off. I could hear the sound of footsteps, the voice of distraction, or the words upside down. When I saw it, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Of course, the light was on this time
The next day wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.My life is a mess! A total mess! I have not slept for the whole night. Dark badges are under my eyes, and my head spins in the next direction. But oh god, the only thing I could think about was this goddamn project! "what the hell is wrong with you?" great, just great. Dad was horrified to see my horrendous image."Where were you, Jessica, last night? And why are you looking like a wild cat who has not showered in a month?" "Dad, I was..." I almost said what I went through yesterday night but didn't. Because some I-have-a-male-ego asked me not to do so; otherwise, he would kick me out in the process of getting into his company."No. We don't have time for this. Just prepare; you must present at SiTech Industries in half an hour."Well, how do you know?" He rolled his eyes, "Abhimaan called, now move. I don't want you to get late." Woah! It is getting strange. Why is he so frightened about the last night's fight? Those guns,
_______________________________This is the part of my story where I do not know what to do. I mean, this isn't the case of randomly following the decisions.But now I am in my home and thinking about the reproductions I have gone through.He has given me the papers and asked me to keep my mouth shut so his little secret never gets revealed.So what should be done? He said he would do everything as he pleased, and I did not have to worry about anything. I just had to relax because I still had a roof over my head and my parents with me.I sometimes wonder what does that mean?I got the notification that the circular has arrived, and for the privilege of that, I have to follow it.It was mentioned in the mail that all the participants who want to work with SiTech groups can be present with their parents at Blue Stone Hotel because the winner will be announced there.Isn't there going to be a third round, too?? So what is Abhimaan going to throw at me? Will he insult me purposely ahead
-------------------------------------------------------------The summer of shine, the winter of rinse, can't do anything if you have nothing in your mind. So, what?? This night is going to be special for me. What if I got the chance to win over this talent hunt to get myself a job in SiTech Groups?At least my parents stop scrabbling and doing something other than going to a publisher for my book.It would be great for both of us. In the daytime, I will work as per their expectations and at night, I will do what I must do while following my heart.But it's not that easy. I am getting weird vibes from my NRI sister.She seems to be very different than she was ever. What's wrong with her? Her wide grin, pouty lips, and smudgy eyes are trying to tell a different story altogether. Oh, and the smirk. Is she going to meet someone at the event? Or is she going to make the living hell once again after all the years? At that thought, the car halted, making me realise the destination had a
Since human existence on this earth, the weather changed.Before, it was the sunset crease waiting for its dawn, and now it's nothing all black. My heart was not normal. It was hammering like a maniac in my chest. All I could think was what Abhimaan was going to say. Whose name is he going to take? But then I saw him with Tamanna Di. Good, let her enjoy his company while I try to put my focus more on the moonlight that was trying to break the wooden grating.How can my life take such surprising turns of events? I do not like her, but I have always respected her in some sense that no matter what she did to me, she will always be my big sister to protect me from society's unwillingness. I wonder what the girl back in the fifth grade used to think.I remember coming home only to hear I was the daughter my parents never wanted because I failed a maths test. And my Tamanna Di was there. She didn't say anything; not even a flinch of mere words came out from his mouthI left the home to
-------------------------------The circles of life have come together once again. What once was here will not be anymore, and nobody can do anything about it. That's how life works, right?I am in bed and trying to sleep, and the obnoxious thought of my sister and Mr Abhimaan Kpoor kissing is coming into my head.It's gross!Why the hell am I thinking about it? It's good for them that they found each other the great Tamanna, as Abhimaan will be together now, and I do not have to worry about anything.The good news is that Mom and Dad won't pay too much attention to me when I go about my business. I will focus on doing what I love, focusing on my novel, when Mr Abhimaan Kapoor spends more time with my so-called sister, who returned from the US.Well, I think my sister is hiding something from all of us. Sometimes, she made me suspicious about her presence now, how she came suddenly and why she was floating with him.The only thing I can say is that the mysteries of the night are not
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------You are what you say.You are what you believe.You are what you feel.I have heard it a thousand times, but not once did I think my life would come full circle, like a 360-degree turn.Have you ever seen a man crying for help? You may not have, but I have seen it, I have touched it, and I have felt it. It was always a girl in fifth standard crying when her mates locked her in an empty classroom, the girl who couldn't escape her vulnerability, the girl who used to cry every night. But then again, she never imagined that even a grown-up man could be disappointed by something, that a grown-up wouldn't yell and blame the waiter for his mistake, but would simply let it go, with moisture in his eyes as he got lost down memory lane.Why is he lost? Why didn't he say something to the waiter? Isn't that what he's supposed to do? My heart wrenched at a later thought as
------_-----------+--+++++++++--------++++++---Ofcourse you will hurt me, of ofcourse I will hurt you---------------+++++----------++------------------Interviewer: "It's great, Mr. Abhimaan Kapoor, that you want to experience nature up close. But I would recommend that you meet with the local people here."He looked tense for a second. I could see a frown forming between his eyes, and then he gulped.I knew he didn't have the time to meet the people who live here, learn their stories, or understand how they maintain their livelihoods. So, let's see what he does. It would be hilarious to see him feel helpless in front of a journalist. I smirked while thinking all of this."Yes. Why wouldn't I?" he replied in a firm tone. While he was busy talking to the journalist for the magazine shoot, I was trying to capture the majestic view with my eyes.I wish I could live here forever—the fresh air, the cloudy sky. Oh, how I love the color of the sky here. It feels like magic. When the cold w
You are on top and the next thing you witness cold droplets on your shoulders, and what you will do? You will feel nature, its greenery and the surroundings around you. Because it’s a lifetime movement that will stay forever in your heart. But I was occupied with dealing with his tantrums. That's what I thought until I saw him closing his eyes, looking upward at the sky and smiling as he never smiled before. Is he a nature lover? When I was busy drooling over him, he taunted me again, “what are you waiting for? Come on I have to catch the sunrise and get done with the magazine photoshoot,” I started following him again even in the heavy rain. The trekking areas started to become difficult and more slippery. The wide area around me was open and gave a serenic view. I was quite busy admiring the view. That's when it hit me that I was quite alone ony journey and he was nowhere to be seen. “Mr. Kapoor? Where are you? “ I screamed. Yes, I screamed because we were in the middle of now
-----There are a lot of fallacies and I do not want to fall in between any of them. I was still doing what I was doing yesterday. Yes! Serving the elite class employees what they were asking and fulfilling everyone's request; only the legal ones.And somewhere in my heart I knew, i didn't join here to do all this but I have to learn so I kept doing evrything with a little smile on my face. But that too wasn't handled by him so sent me another task.He is going for a magazine shoot and he has ordered me to travel with this team and do what I am doing here.I don't know where the interview will going to happen but I received the orders from the upper authority to get ready and do exactly what I was supposed to do here. This means serving other employees while he was busy with the shoot because that's my job. I wanted to yell at Mr. Abhiman Kapoor, but I didn’t want to give him another chance to shatter me in front of my whole family. I learned that the shoot would take place in Dha
------Madness is not something that craves the heart, it is the decline, and I am the one who is on the verge of falling to the ocean from the sky. "Ms Jessica, are you fine?" Tania's cult voice made me come back into reality."This is reception area, and you have to attend everyone by putting a smile on your face," "What do you mean?" "I mean what I said! In this way, Mr Kapoor will know if you are capable enough to interact with others or not!" "But... I...? " "There's no but... Just do as you are directed."By giving me instructions she just left. What the hell is going on? How am I going to do this? Standing all day, greeting and making a small person without knowing them? Especially when I have always lived in a nutshell?However, as far as I can see from here.. I can imagine the smirk on Abhimaan's face, if I failed to do the first task."No you can't lose," "Welcome to the SiTech Groups, HAHAHA," "Is something wrong with her? Why she was laughing to herself?" "Did you
In the chaos, she finds herself --------------------------------++-+-------------++Sometimes, it is hard to even think that what is on screen is not believable. everything looks so suspicious here, but that's what it is about. I also saw Mom and Dad arrive when Tamanna tried hard to fit in. Maybe she is trying not to be here, but I thought of fresh air. Was I still working for him here? I do not know. I came to know when he was a substitute that he was looking at me to collect the items for them as I was their servant. a man came to order me that his boss asked me. I ran inside, following the direction of that man in his 40s. Abhimaan, " What were you doing outside? I want you to take care of our belongings till we greet our other guests," my dear sister clung to her arm. "Yes, sir. As you say, Mr Kapoor," I said, closing my eyes. I then carried the huge box he had given to Tamanna. I was on their trail, walking as their lost puppy. When the moment became silent, my cell phone be
Mean girls are not born. They are made, and I am not here to play a game like everyone else. I may have a mission in my mind, but firecrackers are going on. When I look at my image in the mirror, I find nothing but confusion. The crisis is going on, and soon, there will only be a departure.On my way back to home, I took the route from India Gate. I really love this place. With too much going on, life can never stop in Delhi.They breathed the fresh air and took a glimpse of the war memorial, too. Only God knows how many people have died so that people like me can breathe in fresh air. But maybe they never knew chains are not physical only. I wish I could go back in time and learn something from them. How did they fight? With all the resources, they have done so much, and I can't even do a single thing with everything I have. What is the matter? Why have I lost track of time?You know, Tragedy is that the definition of freedom varies at different times. When it was needed the most, w
-------------------------------The circles of life have come together once again. What once was here will not be anymore, and nobody can do anything about it. That's how life works, right?I am in bed and trying to sleep, and the obnoxious thought of my sister and Mr Abhimaan Kpoor kissing is coming into my head.It's gross!Why the hell am I thinking about it? It's good for them that they found each other the great Tamanna, as Abhimaan will be together now, and I do not have to worry about anything.The good news is that Mom and Dad won't pay too much attention to me when I go about my business. I will focus on doing what I love, focusing on my novel, when Mr Abhimaan Kapoor spends more time with my so-called sister, who returned from the US.Well, I think my sister is hiding something from all of us. Sometimes, she made me suspicious about her presence now, how she came suddenly and why she was floating with him.The only thing I can say is that the mysteries of the night are not
Since human existence on this earth, the weather changed.Before, it was the sunset crease waiting for its dawn, and now it's nothing all black. My heart was not normal. It was hammering like a maniac in my chest. All I could think was what Abhimaan was going to say. Whose name is he going to take? But then I saw him with Tamanna Di. Good, let her enjoy his company while I try to put my focus more on the moonlight that was trying to break the wooden grating.How can my life take such surprising turns of events? I do not like her, but I have always respected her in some sense that no matter what she did to me, she will always be my big sister to protect me from society's unwillingness. I wonder what the girl back in the fifth grade used to think.I remember coming home only to hear I was the daughter my parents never wanted because I failed a maths test. And my Tamanna Di was there. She didn't say anything; not even a flinch of mere words came out from his mouthI left the home to