All is happy, life is serene but when you have demons of the worst kind that are just at bay, how can anything ever just be peaceful?
Navya and Ayaan through a stroke of luck meet each other after years of going through their individual traumas. The...
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Wednesday Morning
"Navu, tayar ho gayi? It's been half an hour." Papa yelled from the drawing room.
I was just about to answer him when DK, my very 'lovable' brother did that for me.
"Papa raaste jaisi toh shakal hai, toh cement daalne mein time toh lagega na?" He said with a smile and though I couldn't see everyone's faces, I knew that they were trying to suppress their laugh. I made my way to the living room.
" Agar tujhe chahiye mein teri na bigad doon, toh chup reh." I said with a 'genuine' smile on my face and turned to my father. He gave me a smile and that was all the assurance I needed to know that I was looking pretty.
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We stopped right in front of their office and my goodness, was it a splendid work of architecture. There were seven gargantuan towers arranged in a circle and there was a fountain in the centre that was surrounded by a cafe, a garden and the security office. It was nothing short of regal.
Everyone started walking towards the most massive of all those towers when I realised that I forgot something.
"Bhai, I forgot the files in my car. You go ahead, I'll get them." I said and he was about to offer when a lawyer called him and he had to leave the conversation halfway.
I ran back to the car and pulled the entire stack towards me and lift it up. I was playing a balancing game, juggling between my feet to carry their weight efficiently. I walked up to the reception. I asked for the direction to the room where the meeting between Singhanias and Rajvanshis was taking place. She guided me but didn't once offer to carry half the files. Oh no! She probably thought I was an intern. Am I not dressed well? Itni mehnat kari thi, yaar!
