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Shehnaaz

Blue

Blue

BLUE!

All I could see was blue. The entire hall was decorated with blue furnishings and walls. From floor to wall, from sofa to carpet. It was all blue even the goddamn chandelier was blue. A deep sense of utter nausea settles inside my stomach as my artistic side shudders at the mess in front of me. I mean why hire an interior designer if you are going to be the one to decorate and orchestrate the whole thing

The bright blue colour was making me feel suffocated. In fact I don't even know why I am here. Being one of the top notch interior designers of Delhi my time was precious and here yet I am wasting it. Today was the last day of seeing how my crew members were doing.

Yeah like they had no choice except of moving things here and there.

Apparently the bank owner who I was designing for this time his girlfriend had a serious fetish with
blue colour. This man was in his seventies and his girlfriend wastwenty year old plastic doll.

I know that I sound biased and judgmental but let's be real, deep down we all are like that.

However I wasn't being too judgmental about the girlfriend everything about her seemed fake. From her nasal voice to her lash extension.

For a man who married five times, I didn't expect any better. Honestly, I don't even know what I was expecting from a situation as common as in today's world like this. It was not like I stalked my clients or anything. but I always like to be informed about themselves beforehand signing the contract.

Suddenly someone poked me from behind making me halt my thoughts.
Turning around in my power pumps,
my eyes level with the sleazy frame
of Aditya khurrana.

You see, Aditya is Mr. Khurrana's son (aka my disgusting pervert of a client).

He had that stupid smile on his face which he thinks makes every woman fall on their knees. The same smile my perverted client gave me the day I first arrived here in Jaipur when he practically had his girlfriend attached to his arm although if I'm not wrong.
the woman was busy eyeing the hunky security guard of the arrival terminal.

An apple doesn't fall far from the tree huh?

"Hey cherry!" he exclaims with a
ridiculous grin plastered on his face
making me cringe inwardly at his
given nickname.

"Hi" I simply replied knowing what
was about to come next.

"So, I was- " Ah shit, here we go again!
"- wondering are you free tonight"

"Umm no, I'm not. Actually, I have a
date tonight" I lied.

I mean I had to. This was like what?
The 7th time he was asking me out
in the time span of four days. I was
trying my best to remain polite and
professional but it's kind of hard
when the other individual constantly
harasses you with one single
proposal only to get rejected over
and over again.

That kind of makes me wonder, does he get some type of high from getting rejected?

"Besides don't you have work to do?"
I asked as I moved forward towards
the porch, trying to get some space
away from him because he was
seriously invading my private space.

But, if only he took the hint...
I sigh deeply as I watch him follow
me outside the house. I might as
well start imagining him with a
wagging tail.

Oh wait, I just did!

But before he could say anything
further, I turned on my phone and
tapped the settings app and after
finding my ringtone, I pressed
it, making it look as if someone
was calling me.