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What am i gonna do mandy ' I'm sory isa I'm speechless ''mandy muttered already crying'' Don't cry mandy I'll get another job before you know it okay? I hope so isa... I hope so too ''i muttered''..... .... I walked down the street of the cofee shop dejectedly How am i gonna cater for my family without a job, I was soo lost in my thinking that i didn't realise the rock in front of me I slipped and fell, but something caught my eye.. It was a poster for a job as a maid, i stood up and discovered that i was standing in front of a huge mansion Will they even accept me? Anyway I'll go try my luck, who knows; i may get the job ************************************** I knocked on the gate but there

Dante bites his lower lip nervously, his eyes darting to Marco for assistance. “Uh... well, boss, you need to look at the very last photo in the sequence. Look at the framing.” My patience is razor-thin as I snatch the final glossy print out of the pile, holding it up into the sunlight streaming through the window. I look at the image, and a loud, booming laugh instantly tears out of my throat, the sound echoing off the concrete walls of my office.

Once she was sure she looked normal, she finally got out of the car, the cake secured in her arm. Her lips curled up as she imagined Marco's excitement when he finally got to eat some sweet stuff. He loved them.

He asked smirking. I giggled. "No, not at all." "Great! Wow, how many talents are you hidding Miss Farooqi?" He said pretending to think hard by rubbing his chin. "Hmm...even I don't know Mr. Malik." I said imitating him. We both laughed. Armaan's POV, I heard the sound of laughter for our music room. As I peeped in I say Bhai with the crazy fan girl. What the hell is he doing with her?

“If I ask you of course it matters, are you a maid? did they let you attend the party and you're so grateful to be in the middle of high society?” What a clueless little man, all his beauty ended there for me. Arrogant jerk. “Let me guess, you must be the asshole son of some criminal in here and you grew up thinking that everything is about your navel? and that everybody is afraid of you because you are the son of a don, but the reality is that you have never left the video game and you only live by retelling daddy's stories!” He started laughing, laughing at my face with disdain that made me so angry I could punch him in the face.

Love you all! MWAH

said Kania, pointing to the red car that Maira often used. "Hi, Farhan, Nia. Good morning! How are you?" "I'm Fine," said Kania with a smile. "You, Farhan?" Farhan looked slightly cynically at Maira then said, "I'm not fine." Then leave Maira and Kania with a mind that wonders, why is Farhan like that? "Shall we go, Kania?" "Um, of course, Let's go." "Haha. Yes! Let's go." It's a fun trip, Maira always plays western music which makes Kania feel uncomfortable, especially when there's a picture of a half-naked man hugging Maira.

' Staring at the hashtags, I couldn't help but laugh, actually feeling amused, I scrolled through some posts. Mia's face had been doodled on...The first image gave me devil horns....the next one even added a tail, I couldn't help but bury my face in my hands, people can really be crazy, I thought, laughing out loud. I almost passed out from amusement, I didn't know when last I had felt this alive. For some reason, the insulting words didn't even sting. They just made me screenshot some images and quietly chuckle, but my enjoyment was cut short that instant.

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