"How do you feel?" Lai closes her almirah and brings me a dress.
"What do you mean? What happened to me?" I raise my eyebrows. Did I get sick recently?
Lai rolls her eyes at me and puts the dress on the bed.
"You just signed the contract. How do you feel?" She hops beside me on the bed.
"Seriously,Lai? How am I supposed to feel? I don't know. Maybe I feel like dancing and screaming 'Yes! My already screwed life is going to be more pathetic ever. Congratulations on the development'. Or maybe, I should jump off the roof. I'll give you the responsibility of planning my burial ceremony. Yayy!" I raise my hand,faking joy.
Lai sighs and pats my shoulder.
"Don't worry,babes. It'll be fine. I hope that Saxena guy is better than the creep he sounded like yesterday."
"Yeah, trust me. I want that more than you do. I'm thinking of ways
I gulp in the hot curry, letting the question burn my throat.Mrs. Sharma is an expert in throwing two bombs the same day."Umm,mo-" Lai starts speaking but I interrupt her."Sure,aunty. After finishing dinner, I'll call mom for a talk." I smile nervously.My stepmother won't be a problem if I explain her everything. Because she's the main reason I am into this mess. So I'll text her about it before I call her.But what about the package? What should I show her? Damn!Lai eyes me from the corner,but I avoid her glances. I'll explain her everything later. Our eye to eye secret code sharing may induce suspicion from aunty. Now I believe every word Lai said about her mother.She really is Sherlock Holmes 2.0."Come on, Aarti. The girl is here after a long time. Why do you disturb her with such stupid questions
"Should I come with you?" Lai asks me while rubbing her eyelids. Sleeping beauty is finally awake."No need. You stay here. I'll go to Eleanor to get my dress and makeup." I say wearing my tank top over my bra. I tie my hair in a ponytail carelessly and don't care to put anything in my face."You should apply some balm to your lips. They are cracking up." Lai looks at me with droopy eyes. Seriously? Even a sleepyhead can see that how bad my lips are? Great.I sigh. "Where's your lipbalm?" I ask, looking around.."It's in my college bag. I always carry it with me. In the first chain." She yawns, eating half of her words in the process.I unzip her bag and get Babylips out of it. I press my finger on the balm surface and brush my finger over my chapped lips. Geesh! They really are bad.I put it back in the bag and check my look on the mirror. Though,it do
"What do you think?" I say nonchalant of the dress I am wearing, which may be worth a fortune. Wait. Can I steal and sell it for money?"Meera! You look stunning. Red is so your colour " Eleanor smiles at me.For a second,I actually feel flattered. For a second.And there comes back my headache. I just want to cut off my forehead for today."Thanks" I walk over to the mirror and stare at my reflection.Eleanor isn't flattering me. She's saying the truth! My body does look good.My eyes roam over my entire silhouette,not like a pervert, please. The silky red evening gown cascades down my waist smoothly and the fabric hugs every single curve of my body, emphasising them. The V-shaped neckline ends below some of my cleavage and I can't help but wonder that I do have a sexy cleavage. Born and brought up in Indian culture,my body has always been
It's been an hour or so and I feel my heart beating in my chest. Maybe, it's the anticipation of my meeting with Dhruv.I stare at the left side window, watching the streets pass by. The high-rise buildings are visible through the light on the windows. They look stunning.The tears in my face have dried long ago. I can't cry too much or else my makeup will be ruined. Even though I despise the idea of all this creamy stuff on my face, I don't want to look like Valak on frenzy mode in front of Dhruv.I lean my head on the headrest, not caring about how it will ruin my perfectly ironed hair. Well, I do care. But I just can't manage all of this together. I like the clumsy me with my hair in a simple ponytail or a bun and wearing my comfortable cheap clothes.I sigh. I just pray that all of this gets easier with time.Six months,Meera. Six months.I re
Dhruv's POVI wake up with the morning rays inviting my eyes.Finally, it's happening. I didn't expect that girl Meera to accept the contract. I can see the pain in her eyes and the hate she holds for me. She thinks that she can put up that facade,but that's where she goes wrong.You don't play in front of the master player thinking that you can win.Smirking over my thought, I move out of my bed and reach out for the glass of water kept for me by Lia,beside my bed.Sipping in the lukewarm water, I stand in front of my glass door that leads to the balcony. The view from here is refreshing. It reminds me how small the world is and how I stand above the race, holding the leash of those struggling ants who call themselves human.After finishing my drink, I walk over my workout wardrobe and pull out my black track pants and grey hoodie.&nb
Dhruv's POVI am excited to meet her today. Not because I want to see her,but I want study her further and know how far can she carry that fake facade of hers."Sara! Have you cancelled all the meetings today?" I ask Sarah while putting on my wrist watch."Yes,sir. Though Sir..." She stops in between her words, scared to speak ahead."What is it?" I look at my reflection on the mirror. I look perfect. It'll be good for a start. Though I don't think Meera is a girl who likes a guy from his appearance. Another trait of her that intrigues me."It-it...Mrs. Saxena called today." She says with her voice trembling. Sara knows my temper.I close my eyes to control the rage building inside me. My jaw turns rigid and all I can see is red. That woman just loves to ruin my day!Control yourself! Not today. Today, you need to be at my best be
Dhruv's POV"Drive fast" I order Adrien, my driver.After hearing from Harsh, I didn't change and directly walked into my car, called Adrien to drive to my mom's house.I hate my mother,but that doesn't mean that I have a death wish for her. Not yet. Sometimes, I hate myself for feeling for that lady who never cared for me.Well,who will care for the sixth son in the line?I look past the car window, the street lights flashing at me.I just want to make sure that she is okay. That's all. Then, I'll leave. Harsh and the precious four are there for her.The car enters the gates of the mansion and after a few security checks, they let me in.It's definitely my so-called brothers who have arranged security check for every single individual that enters the mansion gates. Including me.&nb
Meera's POV"Please get in the car,Miss." I hear Boris sayI walk silently and step inside the backseat. It is hard to control my tears that are threatening to come down.But I don't understand, why do I feel like crying?He closes the door behind me and let the tears flow silently in the dark.I did not expect it.I am not sad that my meeting with Dhruv is cancelled. Rather, I'm lucky to not see his face for this whole night.But the way it was cancelled is completely disrespectful! I feel like a toy right now! Play whenever you want, throw away whenever you don't care.I would have appreciated and respected Dhruv if he atleast apologised for cancelling today's meeting to me directly. But, he just keeps breaking the small hope I hold towards him.All of his cheesy behaviour and suits is j