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10. Metal is Melting
"Sanchi, wait." Mom called from behind. Turning, I saw she was standing outside the kitchen, hands on her hips and frown descended on her face. She was going to scold me for going without breakfast again.
I slung the purse. "Mom, I'm getting late." But it was a waste of time arguing with her.
"I don't want to hear any getting late." She came forward, wearing a traditional blue suit. I had no idea how she carried the weight of it without complaining. "Come and eat. You had been doing this from a week."
"But-" She didn't hear any of my protests, as her hand encircled my wrist, stirring me to the dining room. While protesting, I was smiling at her antics. Twenty one years and her habit of pushing me to eat hadn't changed a little. She was the sweetest mom in the world, but sometimes sh
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Betraying Myself 12. Left to Decide
Pushing the glass door, my gaze hunted for a familiar black hair and caramel skin girl, while the smell of heavy caffeine invaded my nostrils and chatter of people made their way to my hearing senses. She was sitting at the back of the cafe. I trudged there and sat with a huff. She gave me a look."You're late." I mumbled a sorry and looked around the cafe. Same as any other. Brown walls, table with chairs and smell of coffee wafting my nose. Dropping my purse and the sketchbook, I leaned back. Mehak took it and started seeing them. It wasn't just mine. It was both of mine and Dhruv.It was that portfolio.Only few designs were there at the present. Some were incomplete, which Piyush he would help us later. He was too busy with his work and other weird activities of his day time.
Betraying Myself 13. Trouble to Follow
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Betraying Myself 14. Time is Crawling
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Betraying Myself 15. Love is Poison
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Betraying Myself 18. Back to Life
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