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it's a start of something big. THE END.

Said the man over the phone, making her body tense. She applied for an interview with that company a month ago. She had already given up after waiting for a month with no reply from them, she had many reasons and the main one is because she never wanted to return to the USA again. Their silence just made her more confident on her decisions but then who would've thought that they'd look for her today? "Um…Yes, this is Mrs Fletchers" she said with hesitation in her voice, feeling her hands becoming sweaty on the steering wheel. "Okay then, Mrs Fletchers has applied for a job at our company last week, if i am right" he went on inquiring. "Ah yes, yes I have" she replied, holding her breath wait

“I’ll start from the beginning then and please believe me I never wanted to hide this from any of you It’s just that I did not know what to say and most importantly I was just scared of being judged. You all are the most important people in my life disappointing you was never something I wanted to do. I wanted you to all be proud of me and I didn’t think by telling you the truth at that time you’d regard me as how you used to before that’s why I decided not to tell you the truth sooner.” I started from the very beginning while reminiscing in the memories. “When we left for school four years ago, we didn’t go directly to Italy we went clubbing in New York. It was just our own way of having fu

The phone was on speaker mode. " Hello !!! .... Hello ?? Shubh ?? " We could literally hear the surprise in Vidhi's voice. Shubh wanted to talk to her but he had his own set of weird rules. Vidhi used to say that he was from another planet or some part century. " Say something.. she has picked up the phone. " We said in hushed voices. " No... Look at the time.. it is not right. Disconnect it and give it to me " Shubh said.

It'll be thrill to see that even you're not mind to begin with. Goodbye.. Let's start a new page, shall we?

The Deja Vu hit me when I flew down them before. Shamefully, I could even remember the room. As I got to the door, I sighed, breathing in and out while clutching the hand of my bag. The door jacked open as I was about to knock and I looked at him with the most emotionless look I could pull off but he smiled back as he walked in. I followed him in and with the way he was smiling, it seemed that he liked the way I was bothered. "Make yourself at home. Bring out your books, let's start."

I landed in the coastal city, my heart light. First, I got a new SIM card and contacted my partner. Then, I blocked every single person on social media who had ties with Lauren. They sent me videos of Lauren crying at the airport. I did not watch a single one. They were blocked, their numbers were deleted, and my phone was clean. Good, no more disgusting stuff to go through. I got busy working on a new company and moving the main projects here. I was so occupied, women were the last thing on my mind. God, I had no idea life could be so fun when I did not have to think about them.

Reality struck him so hard that tears rolled down his cheeks. “Laurel, I’m so sorry. I was so wrong. I shouldn’t have hurt you. I shouldn’t have given our money away or yelled at you… You’re the only person who truly ever cared. “Can we get back together? I promise to treat you right. You can handle all the money. I’m done with charity. It’ll just be your dad and us. We can start over. Please… “I’m done with doing good deeds! All my wages will only go to you!”

The city was big, after all. I reached home just in time before it start raining, then start preparing for the day. Gathering the brochures I needed and also my outfit. By ten I settled in bed and continued reading She's my Luna on Goodnovel. I didn't know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, it was almost time for my alarm to go off. So I decided to get up and get ready.

I couldn’t help smiling. I picked up Lang Leav’s The Universe of Us. As I flipped through the pages, the faint scent of paper and vanilla drifted out — that strangely nostalgic smell of ink and time. I finally understood why book lovers found comfort in it. Then my fingers stopped on a page — page fifteen. “‘Do you think there is the possibility of you and me?’” I read aloud before realizing how it sounded. Sydney froze mid-reach, her back still bent toward the lower shelf. After a moment, she stood upright, turning toward me with a knowing grin.