Book 1 in the Mismatched Series
EVERYTHING IS A CHARADE AND FOREVER IS A LIE.
The prettiest smiles hide the darkest secrets.
Love was not her plan, neither was choosing a life full of hatred and violence.
But destiny wrote something else.
Somethin...
Pehli Nazar mein, Kaisa jaadu kar diyaa Mera Mann baitha hai Mera jiya Jaane kya hoga Kya hoga kya pata Iss pal ko milke aa jeele zara 🤍🤍🤍🤍
—⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆Author POV:
As Aayan reached Tara's office he was welcomed in a bone crushing hug by none other than Rishi.
" Where were you idiot? All the other candidates have given the interview and left you are the last one. Go fast if you don't want to see your Tara showing you stars in daylight! "
Rishi said dramatically making aayan scoff .
" Jaara hu Bhai wish me luck " Aayan said and rushed towards the elevator.
At Tara's cabin -
" Mr. Khurana what the hell ! You just sent a bunch of idiots for the interview, none of them was genuinely capable and professional.
Is that how the HR department works ? You just wasted my 3 hours ! "
Tara lashed out on Mr. Khurana on the phone call as she interviewed around 10 lawyers in the past 3 hours but none of them were talented enough.
Some where over confident or dumb and few were even creeps. So she just rejected them and now she was worried as she needed a good civil lawyer at any cost, not just for this case but also for another major cause.
" Sorry Madam but according to the report there were 11 candidates in total. So one more lawyer is left to be interviewed. But he has not reached maybe ."
Mr. Khurana replied in a bit trembling voice.
" One more ? And where is that Mr . Lawyer ? I don't have whole day!."
Tara lashed out and disconnected the call. She was pacing angrily in her room and suddenly someone knocked the door of her cabin.
" Come in " Tara lazily said.
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As I entered her cabin my heart stopped and my eyes got stuck on the ethereal beauty angrily standing in front of me.
'Goddess' — the only word that rang in my brain to justify her undeniable charm.She was wearing a purple solid anarkali with her long silky brownish black hair left open with few hair strands falling over her face adorning her. A silver wrist watch tied on her wrist with intricate patterns reflecting the light.
Her eyes that were throwing daggers at me seemed to mock with their unchanging perfection. I was so lost in her beauty that I didn't realise that I was staring at her.
