Chapter-15

I woke up the next day and was traumatized.

I have always loved the calmer people, those who think before speaking, who don't hurt others just because they think to do so.

Meanwhile, Abhimaan was quite the opposite of everything.

The faster I get over this constant loop, the better for my future, at least that's what I think.

I got up and brushed my teeth, and everywhere all I could see was Abhimaan; his aura, his energy, the way he was grappling with words.

No, I am not dreaming; he was actually in the headlines of every newspaper and every news channel, pretending to be the king to announce the youth competition for his company.

And I remember my father's words: "If I get into his company, I can do something in writing, and he won't stop me!"

So from where should I start? What do I have to study? Will my mind take all of it?

I looked over the bundle of books and picked one for myself. No, it was not those novels that I always wanted to read.

I picked one, and my mind started roaming