What happens when a commoner girl saves billionaire 's mother life and he suspects her?
"𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚒𝚝!"
"𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐." I pleaded.
When Meera selflessly saves the life of Akshay Obe...
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Theme-Green-Finding Peace In Chaos. ───※ ·❆· ※───
•It's just creative writing. You can skip this part if you are not interested in Introspection.
EVENING, 6 O'CLOCK, signaling the end of another hectic day.
I headed towards the underground parking area, my trusted car waiting patiently.
Just a few steps away from the car, an unshakable feeling of uneasiness gnawed at me today. It was as if I was being watched, as if other souls were hiding in the parking lot shadows. Strange, because I knew my fellow office workers frequently visited this area, heading home after a long day. Yet, this time, it felt different-a discomfort I had never experienced before.
Could it be about yesterday's unusual events? The accident and the encounter with that arrogant man replayed in my mind, a constant presence that refused to fade away. I couldn't help but hold him responsible, blaming him for the emotional chaos that had taken hold of me since our encounter. The terrifying intensity of his gaze, cutting and haunting, invaded my very being, distracting me even during my work hours.
With these thoughts moving through my mind, I finally reached my car. Opening the door, I slid into the driver's seat, seeking refuge within the familiar confines.
I turned the key, and without wasting a single second, I drove through the parking lot, my grip on the steering wheel tightening. This was as if I could physically escape the intangible discomfort that had hounded me.
Once on the main road, I took a deep breath, shaking off any remaining unease. Glancing at the rearview mirror
"What a peculiar day... It's as if the echoes of yesterday still linger in the air." The words escaped my lips, a mere whisper, but they gave some solace, a sense of acknowledgment for the strange emotions that had consumed me.
I was determined to put the mysterious encounters behind me, so focused on the road ahead of me guiding my car with purpose. "Onward," I declared with a strong voice. With each passing mile, I vowed to leave the still shadows of the parking area and that man behind. I believed in the promise of a new day.
A few meters into my journey, I stopped when the traffic light turned red. This brought the busy vehicle flow to a standstill. The road was congested with impatient drivers, their faces reflecting tiredness. During the chaos, I couldn't help but ponder what thoughts were going through their minds within their cars. Perhaps, like me, they looked for peace within these four walls. Traffic noise was like a shield, protecting them from raw emotions.
The honking horns rang through the air like a song of pent-up frustrations and unspoken desires. Each blast was a manifestation of their inner turmoil. It was as if the drivers had discovered music therapy; their anger and other human emotions were expressed through the loud band of honks. In this intense traffic, I took note of the unique ways humans cope with their daily struggles, finding calmness in the metal shell of their vehicles.
Sometimes, in these moments, I couldn't help but chuckle at my own creative imagination. The irony struck me as comic-here I was, lost in a vision of philosophical ideas, while a single green light, a mere flicker of color, urged me to go ahead and empty the road, making room for the next line of sad and thoughtful souls to claim their space.
As I eased my foot off the brake pedal, my emotions began to rise. This pushed my car forward into the music of loud horns and traffic rhythms.
With each passing moment, I wanted to get closer to my destination, my home. The thought of returning to the comfort of my usual surroundings gave me a spark of energy. As my car glided through the congested streets, I couldn't help but admire the vibrant surroundings, lit by streetlight glow.
Looking outside the car window, I caught glimpses of passersby, their lives connecting with mine for a mere second. Each face held a story-a unique story line. It was a work of art about human experiences linked together in the space we shared.
And so I continued my travel, guided by traffic noise and the pull of home. The roads were open before me-a path to comfort and the promise of an evening spent alone. With every mile covered, I felt the weight of the day finally lifting, replaced by the joy of the silence that awaited me beyond the entrance of my front door.
