My life was a frazzled rose
A shattered rose
The sunlight of your existence made it fresh
But nothing has been permanent
The sun has been set
The rose has been dead
Everything's been unpredictable.
What's next?
A frazzled rose or a free cage?
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'Fuck off!'
The poor immortal cushion found it way to the floor from the comfortable grip of the soft mattress, being the victim of my anger.
The Zahiras gonna be featured on Lakme fashion week after two months, the time's ticking off and here I am currently, drilling my eyes into the laptop only to witness these crap designs. I didn't hire useless employees, what the actual fuck is wrong with them?
They want me to present this shit to them?! Well, they are inviting problems for them, presenting me with clean chit in case I burst out at them.
'Are you guys high? These designs aren't you. Better improvise them before I join back the office!'
I screeched against the phone's speaker and sent it to my team's group, before throwing it on the bed beside.
'What?!'
Losing my patience, I snapped at her who has been sitting in front of me since....ten minutes I guess, doing absolutely nothing but gazing at my handsome face. 'I want you to talk to your family.'
'About?', I raised a brow.
'I want to join back to work.'
My brows thinned. 'And you want me to talk to them?'
She nodded immediately. Ahh! Finally the moment I waited for. 'And why do you think I will do that?!'
She gawked at me, with still eyes. 'Avyaansh, you don't need to be a jerk when someone's being nice to you.'
'Not when the nice person is trying to be nice to fulfil their obligations.'
She blinked her bluntly. 'Avyaansh plea.....see, you are my husband and it's your duty to stand by me whenever I need your help.'
'Just look at you, you can't even say a please, and you want to me to help you?'
I scanned her face, she was pissed off, but she needed me. How sad! 'Ok fine. Avyaansh, please, I need your help.'
'That's like a good girl. Now let me think...ummmm....nope!', her mouth hung hearing me. I am not a psychologist but I can read her mind, currently she wants to strangle my neck badly.
'Avyaansh please!', ahh how satisfactory this is. But of course I am not giving up so easily.
'You know right you have two hands?', I smirked, she blinked her eyes innocently before nodding.
'Toh unko thodi takleef do, thode haath waath jode, thodi bheek weekh maango, fir sochenge!', her eyes widened, she looked at me still.
(Give them some pain, join your hands, beg me, then I will think.)
'You...want me to do what?', she asked, in a hope that she heard something wrong.
'I said, beg me. Beg me, if you want me to help you.', finally after all these days, I have got the chance get her in my control. She jumped off the bed.
