Desi 49 소설 & 이야기

He reached out, his hand large and warm as he took mine. ​"So you're the famous Summer," he said, his voice a smooth, friendly baritone. "Maya hasn't stopped talking about you. Nice to finally meet you." ​"Nice to meet you too," I said, offering a genuine smile. It was refreshing to talk to someone who didn't look like they were constantly calculating my net worth.

Water dripped from his soaked clothes in steady rivulets, leaving a dark, scattered trail that looked too much like a crime scene. His head lolled heavily to the side with every jolt of the wheels, lifeless, the way only unconscious bodies move dead weight, no resistance. Rainwater matted his dark hair to his forehead, and a thin streak of dried blood had crusted from the corner of his mouth down along his jawline, stark against his pale skin. “Male, early twenties!” one paramedic shouted, voice raw from the adrenaline of the ride. “High-speed collision on the interstate. Unresponsive at the scene. Possible internal bleeding. Head trauma suspected—GCS three on arrival.”

the assistant at the registration desk asked, not even looking up from her clipboard. “Adele Langford.” She nodded toward a sticker. “Number forty-six. Wait inside.” The hall smelled like perfume, sweat, and nerves. A beat thumped faintly through the walls — one of Nate Fisher’s tracks, all bass and sex. I sat down, crossed my legs, and tried not to look like I was shaking. A girl beside me laughed loudly, showing off her perfect white teeth. Her boobs looked too perfect to be real, her body sculpted like a magazine cover.

Pari let out a frustrated sigh with her mother's pleadings. Pari Deshmukh, a 26 year old IIMS graduate working for Tech Mahindra Pune as business analyst for the last 3 years. Born and brought up in Pune as the only daughter of Ajay Deshmukh and Shilpa Deshmukh, she is her family's pride. When she cracked the entrance for IIMS, everyone in her family praised her, but as per her good-looking and dumb cousins, she was nothing but a looser who tries to cover her ugliness with academics.

she said carefully, "what exactly do you want to talk about?" A faint smile touched his lips. "You." The air suddenly felt too warm. Avery laughed nervously. "That's vague." "I know who you are, Avery Morgan." His voice remained calm, but something beneath it made her skin prickle. "Assistant editor at Veridian Publishing. Twenty-six years old. Lives alone. Coffee addict. Bad habit of biting your lower lip when you're nervous." She immediately stopped biting her lip. What the hell? Her heart pounded harder. "How do you know all that?"

I questioned her as soon as she stood in front of me “Yes sir… here… complete detail about every Indian model who are currently working with us, in total there are 23 models working for us who are from India and only 4 among them are work in line of ‘Top Class’ models also only one of them was having her shoot yesterday which was for ‘Osman Indian Bridal Jewelry summer collection’” she replied gently sliding folder from her hand towards me “What’s her name?” I questioned picking up folder curiously “Her name is Victoria Perez” jenny replied as I kept scrolling through every profile until I halted at one what my eyes were craving to look at “Hmm… weird… her name do sound somewhat familiar..…”

thought Desi. outside Desi is typing something on her social media account. “This is a photo of my son Aditya Wijaya and my daughter-in-law Keysha, Alvaro's daughter; you know, right? Keysha is the designer and owner of KA Boutique. Their marriage is hidden because of privacy, and in the near future they will announce it in the media, but I can't wait to announce it first. I'm sorry, Key. Don't forget to put a smile and a sign of love on Desi.

"Yeah. Okay." I fire off a text to Charlie, telling him that River and I are safe, but won't be back until morning and then I reserve the Hacienda Gótico, an upscale hotel I've driven past a multitude of times, but never had any cause to stay because it's home. With four-point-eight stars on average from seven thousand reviews, I'm fairly certain it will be a good one.

" I haven't seen you before blushing with the mention of a girl's name and the fact that you are actually shopping for Indian attire to match her...I doubt if you just consider her a friend." Mike has secretly asked Melissa while shopping to color co-ordinate them without Mary noticing. "It's just I want to try something Desi..." Mike justified "What is desi?" "It's a word Indians use. Actually, Desi is the people, cultures, and products of the Indian subcontinent." "Ok." They reached the mall in 30 minutes. Mary was already sitting in the lobby checking her phone. Upon seeing them she waved them. "Hey.." "Hey" Mike waved back. Mike introduced Melissa to Mary and they then went for brunch. T

I got to forty-seven before giving up. I rolled onto my side and stared at the wall. I rolled onto my other side and stared at the curtains. I pulled out my phone and opened N*****x, scrolling through thumbnails for ten minutes before picking something at random. I watched about four minutes of it before realizing I had no idea what I was watching or who any of the people were. I let it run in the background like noise. It didn't help.