In My Me Era Novels & Stories

Adela thought and asked. "The most accurate notification system is in forty days." Max replied. "Only forty days? Well, I'm curious about one thing." Adela crossed her arms over her chest, she said flatly, her face full of excitement rather than fear of the future. "Curiosity? What?" Max is confused.

It was totally her type of accessories. When she was young, she had an obsession for butterflies. Thus this pendant made her nostalgic. In those days she used to live in Army campus with her family and she used to sneak into training grounds to catch little, colorful butterflies. Many times Arushi, her best friend, dragged her to see the shirtless soldiers training hard on the grounds. Her brother was still training to be an officer. Their grandfather was an Army Commandant of the IMA (Indian military Academy) a highly respected Indian Army officer training academy. One time she even got into trouble because of Arushi, and she distracted the young soldiers during their training. Those were

I once believed that I had a place in her heart. However, everything that happened in my previous life made one thing painfully clear: I was never the person she loved. Thinking of that, I let out a long sigh and looked at Rowena as if nothing had happened. I said casually, "Rowena, we're still missing a diamond ring for the wedding. Let's go take a look together."

Why? Couldn't I just escape this predetermined fate? Did I really have to follow the trajectory of my past life, marry Kevin, and become his breeding machine? No, I refused! I bit down hard on the tip of my tongue. Blood filled my mouth. The intense pain snapped me back to clarity for the moment. I could feel the suitcase being loaded into the trunk, followed by the sound of the car engine starting. "Alright. Come on out, girl." I heard a gentle voice.

“Alright, I know we needed to finalize the expanded projections for your current portfolio,” I explain, my voice coming out slightly awkward as I nervously wring my hands together in my lap. “I don't have the exact physical slides or data packets with me today, but I can walk you through the core metrics from memory.”

Then I typed: ME: Maybe.**

I threw a pen at him. He dodged it easily. Laughing. Unfortunately, he wasn't wrong. There was something ridiculous about the effect she still had on me. A simple email shouldn't improve my mood. Yet somehow it did. The realization annoyed me. Thirty-five years old. CEO. Millionaire. And still acting like a lovesick college kid. Speaking of college... Another memory surfaced. One I hadn't thought about in years. I smiled despite myself. "What?" Marcus asked. I shook my head.

I hissed coldly. "We did, I mean.. you can go home or go back to the restaurant." He said simply. "You're evil." I said and left him alone. I got into my car and decided to go to my restaurant. I need to go to the doctor soon because I kept having my blood pressure going up. Quarter life crisis. "Fuck it!" I smacked my steering wheel completely frustrated and found myself driving so fast towards Lena's house. I never drove so fast before, I think my blood pressure controlling me right now.

I told her what happened and Mera’s face turned to anger. “Wohh it is bold of her to do such a thing. To think she will do it on your grandmother’s anniversary. I’m going to give her a piece of my mind.” Mera said as she stands to walk towards the door when I stop her. Mera looks at me with questioning eyes. “Well! If she wants a battle with me then I can give it to her. I only hope she can survive the consequence of her own scheme. Luckily, I got perfect training in Canada regarding the talents she wants to see me embarrassed.” I said as I smirk really creepily.

They were in this together, and no matter how tangled the truth might be, they would face it head-on. Gnapika suddenly thought of something and turned to her mother, her eyes wide with realization. "Mom, do you remember anything about your past? And the person in the photo with you?" Meera paused, her mind drifting back to the photo Gnapika had shown her in Rajeev’s house. The image had stirred something within her, but the details remained elusive. "I remember that photo, but I don't recognize the person in it," Meera admitted, her voice tinged with frustration. "I don’t remember anything about my past, including Rudra."