Too Good to be True.

"Sometimes, The truest realization is that you are betrayed by someone you loved too dearly."

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[Jasmine's Pov]

Mumbai the city of the sea, hope, chaos, magic. Often called City of dreams,  yet even if I want to, I will not be able to count how many millions of people's dreams were swallowed by the sea of this city. How many people were drowned beneath its shiny exterior? What happened to them? Did everyone's dreams come true? No one can tell. Nonetheless, it was not the case with me, since it seems to fulfill my every sweet dream-like a magician carving my soul with a magical stick and filling my heart with nothing but gratitude for it.

'God. Please keep it that way. Don't make my sweet dreams turn into a nightmare in reality.' I prayed to God in my heart quickly. I hope it will remain the same for me. I have been jotting down a blog for Mumbai, for the last half an hour and every word that I have written came from my heart. Nothing was false.

Before independence, Gandhi Ji had arrived here straight from England for a protest.  It was called Bombay before why? Go and read its charming history. Who knows? It might melt you! Or maybe it will make you fall in love with Mumbai the way I do. Now that Gandhi Ji's name is mentioned here you could imagine its significance in the history of the world. It has been a key place in many freedom struggles. So many, that I would leave this story to tell some other day.

Nowadays, at present, It's the home of some of the divine actors. From the legendary Amitabh Bachchan to the charming and witty Shah Rukh khan to the ever so Stunning Aishwarya Rai. Three names have carved a place in millions of hearts.

It is A place where you will see the blend of art, culture, dance, and music. Where you will see, Haji Ali, Gateway of India, to tan hotel. However, what It's most famous specifically for things like pristine beaches, Bollywood Stars, scenic places, or religious spots.

Mumbai is the perfect treat for camera lenses when it comes to going for market tours, shopping tours, caves excursions, and much more.

If you ever come here, do try our aromatic food like Vadapav, Dabeli, chat items, and other delicacies. The sound of my fingers dancing over the laptop lulled me to sleep, but I shook my head.

My eyes fell over the alarm clock and immediately I shut down my laptop. It was 9: 40 A.m. I needed to go for the job interview and I have only 20 minutes left. Without further ado, I rummaged through my clothes that were placed in the black and white almirah. It was a small-sized cabinet but could store all my clothes easily. My hands caught on the navy blue solid sheath dress with a v neck, short sleeves, concealed zip closure, and a straight hem.

Without waiting for another minute, I grabbed it, dashing to the bathroom. In ten minutes, I was ready. To look more professional I added a white fitted jacket and three-inch heels.

Grabbing my purse and car keys I left the room practically sprinting. My mother helped me by handing me the documents. Scolding me.

Her black eyes narrowing on me. "Jasmine, No one will give you a job without these documents. How can you forget about it?"

Kissing her on the cheek, I rolled my eyes.

"Sorry, Mom," I mumbled trying to walk past her when dad's voice stopped me.

"Jasu baby wait."

Smiling I turned around looking at his 6 feet 2 inched muscular forms. He was the only man who loved me more than himself. While he grins walking towards me.

"You stupid girl, Your brain is like a cauliflower. Didn't I tell you to not step out till you have this sweet curd?" daddy says as he forwards the spoon filled with curd.

I sip on the sweet curd, my tastebuds, or maybe my liver would be cussing me at this time, considering how much he was making me eat it. Almost every day. It would be no surprise if I have diabetes.

I roll my eyes as he awaits my reaction like those participants in cooking shows. I pretend to grimace to which he took the spoon back wanting to taste himself. His grey eyes turning a little disappointed while his lips tugged down. He mumbles to himself.

"Did I failed to identify sugar? Oh, God."

I keep my laugh. 'Hah. He is so cute.'

Tasting it himself his eyes lit up, just like how grey clouds do when the lightning strikes. While my grey ones shine in love.

"You brat. It's sweet."

"But I didn't say anything."He points his index finger at me, his lips smiling.

"You. Did. With your expressions."

I laugh pretending to tuck my hair in and he mimics my action.

His laugh booming in the walls of our three-bedroom apartment. Hearing him laugh so magically, my heart melts. 'God. Keep him laughing like this always.'

Mom rolls her eyes at us, and I stuck my tongue out at her.

She glares at me, while daddy comes forward pretending to save me from her glare.

She shakes her head at us.Yelling at my father.

"She will be late Bhag. Let her go first."

Nodding he turns serious, and I start walking towards the brown wooden door, yelling "wish me, luck dad."To which he responds by yelling back, "Good luck my baby. I know you will do good."

On my way to the ASR Building, I watched as a truck filled with chickens in the cages flew by my side, cars, honking my eyes drifting to the dream I had last night. I was standing in front of the largest building, yet the words written on it seemed incomprehensible to even read. it seemed night as I walked to the large staircase that would lead me to its doors. My eyes blinked while my leg twisted as I started to fall, someone screamed behind me when a pair of hands wrapped around my waist to stop me from falling. I forgot what happened after. I don't know, how. What I knew was, it would never come true. Who is going to catch a girl with glasses from falling?

"Haha. As if."

Holding my documents I walked like a model does on the runway. Chin up, shoulders out, back straight. I have forgotten the last time, I have come to interview. My blogs were doing great, I was getting enough money to sustain myself. But Sania... A name that might have been one of my best friends, if she didn't choose otherwise. Wouldn't have challenged me to find a job.  She betrayed me for a man. Haha. Fucking amazing. For a second I wished I could have got the power to magically forget her. But I knew it was impossible....

Shooking my head, I glanced up. I was standing at the bottom of the stairs and gazing at the peak of the ASR building. It seemed to be almost 600 ft tall, built-in neo-classic style wishing to just go back and let my fingers dance on the laptop. But it was a challenge that I needed to complete for myself.

However, the moment I walked up to the stairs, someone screamed behind me. Unprepared my eyes blinked and I found myself falling the whole dream playing in my brain like a broken record. It felt surreal, could it be the building in my dream? Was ASR building? But it was night. I am here in the sunlight.

My contemplation stopped when I found myself wrapped in someone's arms.