A Contractual Love
The title of the presentation said,
‘Kian is back’ with a little cartoon dancing at the side. Everyone laughed. I suppressed my smile at it.
“Hello everyone! This is Edward. And today I am going to tell you. Two ways I have found to make this possible,” his hand directed towards the title. I nodded silently, maybe I was encouraging him or wanted to believe that there was a way to do that.
“These are the two ways,” slide shifted to the next page,” one is writing the story and other is making the story.” It seemed interesting. But I was clueless. I heard muffled chattering , Raven glared at everyone and they were shushed.