1. ENCOUNTER WITH MR. ARROGANT

JESSICA 

LUCK.

EVERYONE HAS LUCK BY OUR SIDE.

Some say luck is part of the mood. Some say it is part of the power. And some say Good luck is when opportunity meets preparation, while bad luck is when lack of preparation meets reality. 

But In my case, I'm putting all my efforts to get a job but I have been rejected by all the companies I have interviewed for. Why? Why me? Why is fate playing with me? I badly need a job. I don't know if I'll get this job or not. But I hope I get this. Otherwise, I'm screwed. My landlord will kick me out and the hospital my Mom. Being a fashion designer I'm ready to become an assistant just for money. 

But I'm afraid that I will be able to reach it in time. I'm riding my bike at full speed to reach the office where I'm going to give my interview. Suddenly my eyes go wide in horror as I notice a car coming in my direction. And in no time BOOM!!!

I fell to the ground along with my bike. Damn! What a bad start and my bad luck. It still sticks with me like a leech. But it hurts. My hand.

"Bloody hell. Are you blind? You almost killed me." I yell at the person who is still sitting in the car. 

Two people came forward to help me pull up and move my bike.

"Ohh, no. You are bleeding miss. Your hand is badly injured." One boy gasps looking at my white shirt which now turns red from my blood. And it's hurting a lot too.

After a few seconds, I hear the opening sound of the door and a well-polished pair of shoes along with long legs appear across my view. A 5 feet 11" height man with a well-built body along with his finely stitched tux comes out from the car. I can't see his face due to the sun's glare. But as he walks ahead in my direction I take a good look at him.

Oh, gosh!!!

He's just wow. He looks earth-shatteringly handsome and of course, seems to be a high-profile party. His tuxedo is well-fitted on his body and somewhat it shows his builder body. 

Everything about him is beautiful. The hazel eyes glare out from beneath his fine long dark brows, tall nose, sharp jawline, sculpt cheekbone, and lips. I don't want to voice my thoughts. 

And most beautiful are his eyes. They are so beautiful that I can't find the exact word to describe how beautiful they are.

There is some magic in his eyes that can captivate someone in them. I feel like I'm drowning in his beautiful eyes.

"Shut up, Ish. What are you doing? You are not supposed to compliment his beauty. Come back to reality. You should teach him a lesson for hurting you." My subconscious mind scolds me. 

Yes, you are right. No one can escape after harming me.

The two boys helped me to stand on my feet again steadily. And I glare at that handsome man. 

"You, don't you have eyes? How can you?....

I raise my finger at him to scold him but he interrupts me by showing his palm to me."

"Look, girl. I don't have time to waste on you. I didn't do it intentionally. A puppy came in front of my car so I had to avoid it and in a hurry, I accidentally hit your bike. It was an accident. Besides you got hurt and….." He snapped his head at my bike which was not well either.

 "I will compensate for your loss. Other than that, I can't help with anything." Saying that he shoves his hand in his pocket and pulls out his wallet. 

I watch him seething In rage. My whole body is shaking in anger and this man is showing his richness in front of me. Do I look like a beggar to him? Who wants his filthy money? I just want an apology from him. That's it.

He pulls out some notes of money and forwards them to me. "Here, I have no time to take you to the hospital or check your injury. I'm in a hurry."

"I'm in a hurry too," I tell him, gritting my teeth and rolling my eyes in the end.

 "Then take this money, treat your wound, and repair your bike. This money is more than enough." I'm looking at him in disbelief. I scoff looking at the other side and then again shift my gaze at him.

"Thanks." Saying that I reach out my hand and take the money from his hand with a lips tight smile.

"I wanted to do this for a long time." My smile vanished into the thin air and morphed into a deadly look. 

"Who wants your money?" While saying I threw the money in his face. "Keep your filthy money to yourself. I don't need charity. I'm not a charity case. I don't know what you rich people think of you. You will be rich but not God. Everything is not in your hand. Do you really think you can solve every problem with money?" I yell at him and he's looking at me in shock. 

"Huhh!!! Money can't buy everything, Mr. Whatever you are. Keep this little thing in your mind. This little piece of advice can be useful for you in the future." Saying that I mounted my bike and kicked the starter. Thank God, It's working.

"Hey wait." I hear his voice. So he comes back to the shock.

But before he can say anything I am gone far away from him with my super speed bike. I hope I'm not late for my interview. It's my last hope.

After a good ten minutes of driving, I finally parked my bike stand in front of a shiny tall building. It's my last hope. If I fail today then I'm done. I would have to spend my nights on the road.

The moment I get off my bike I hear someone's voice, who is calling for me. So I turn to the source of the sound and find an old lady sitting on a bench dressed in decent clothes. Pointing my finger on my own self I ask her to confirm if she's really calling for me. And she beckons me with her hand gesturing to me to go near her. 

So I walk towards her. "Grandma, are you calling me?" 

I ask her and she smiles at me. "Other than the two of us, is there anyone else?" Hearing her words I look here and there and realize she's right. There's no one passing by except me.

"Grandma, do you need any help?" I look at her keenly to identify if she's feeling unwell or having some problem.

She just simply shakes her head from left to right and forward her hand with her flat palm. I arch my brows together in confusion.

"Give me your hand." She says and I hesitantly placed my hand on hers. I watch her looking at my palm keenly. Mainly she's observing the lines of my palm. And at this moment what I want is to laugh my butt off. Because she will be amazed to see how much of a bad luck holder I'm. 

I'm waiting for her to say something or to get any reaction but what I get is only a smile. She looks up at me and smiles.

"Your luck is going to shine today. It will be on your side." She says with a sweet smile and I'm here suppressing my laugh. 

She ain't got no one else to joke about? What she says, my luck is going to shine and will be on my side? Best joke of the year. Who is going to believe her words? Not me at all.

"Grandma, I'm getting late. I have to leave. Otherwise, I'll miss my interview." I tell her with a small smile. But she shows me her palm indicating to wait a bit. I watch her shove her hand into her bag and pull something out. Then she holds it in front of me. And those are cards.

"Draw one." She says and I shake my head in no.

"I don't believe in this." Waving my hands in the air I tell her.

"Since you don't believe that you don't have to be afraid to draw just one card, right?" Raising her left brow she tells me and I give it a thought. 

She's right. And there is no harm in picking up one card. I can do that and she will be happy too.

"Okay." I smile at her and look at the cards to choose a good card. Then pick one card and give it to her.

The moment she looks at the card she looks back at me with a frown.

"What's the matter, Grandma? What does the card mean?" Though I don't believe these things? But my curiosity is at its peak. So I voice my thoughts out.

I find her exhaling a long sigh, "It's a wheel of fortune. This." She stops in between and looks down with a small face.

"What happened, Grandma? Why don't you say something?" I ask her as I feel a ball of fear growing inside my stomach.

"How should I put it?" She sighs and again continues. "This is the so-called fate between people. It's all like all kinds of thread entangled in fate. Some are red thread, some are white, and some are black." Her words make me more paranoid. I gulped the lump in my throat in fear. And I can feel the beads of sweat on my forehead. My heart is thumping so hard that it feels like it would come out of the ribcage. I feel my blood go cold. And short of breath because of nervousness.

But suddenly she laughs looking at my face. "Don't be so paranoid. Someone is going to come into your life, it can be that you have already encountered him today or going to, and then will change everything, in a good way or bad way. It depends on the person's nature. If he's a pure-hearted person your life will be filled with happiness and prosperity. But if this person comes out as a bad guy. Then…."

She again let out a long sigh. "Even I can't help you." I smile at her with a scared face and after saying thank you to Grandma. I ran to my office directly.

Her words are bragging in my head. I did meet with someone a while ago who is not a good guy anyway even if he's breathtakingly handsome. What if he brings bad luck to me? Or what if I meet some good people today? Let's see what happened.