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• Highest Rank : #58 in General Fiction on 02.08.2018.
"Miss. Varma, don't make false statements. I know you love me. You're the one who proposed to me in the park, ain't it? Try to deny it and you'...
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According to Nisha, yesterday's party was bam except for Aditya's mood swings and Anjali's constant glances. She couldn't help but smile as yesterday could be considered as the second best night of her life - first being the night she had her first sip of alcohol. Aditya had declared a day off so that Camaraderie's employees could have a great weekend after all the tiring months.
It was evening and currently, Nisha was in her room checking the fashion magazines that she had bought secretly because she was well aware of the drama Shaan would display if he'd come to know that she started reading about fashion and stuff. There was a big picture of Aditya as she opened the portion which was dedicated to Camaraderie.
She caressed that photo - dramatically enough - as she let out a long sigh; it hadn't even been a day since her holidays - if two days of off could be considered as holidays - and she already longed to meet him. Nisha quickly took out a scissors from her pen stand and started cutting his picture. She cut all the pictures of him from all the magazines.
She opened her journal and opened the pin page in the middle. She stuck his pictures all over on two pages. She then took out a small embellishment which was a small cutting in rectangular shape and stuck it in the middle. She took a black marker and smiled as she knew what to write; my inamorato.
She quickly wrapped up the things and placed all the magazines below her bed as she didn't want anyone to notice them. Then she walked out to get some fresh air when her phone ringed as the lyrics of Strawberries And Cigarettes by Troye Sivan played in her ears. She checked the caller ID which read Aditya calling.
Her eyes widened a little as she wondered why was he calling her; maybe she had committed a mistake again. Before her mind could imagine all the possible possibilities, she quickly slid her finger over the green icon, placing the phone over her left ear.
"Hel-" Before she could even complete her sentence, Aditya cut her off. "In my home, now." His voice was calm but this time, Nisha had a gut feeling that this wasn't the soothing kind of calm; it was like the calmness before a storm, just like what she had experienced before she had watched her parents die, years back.
Her heartbeats got faster as she cut the call; something was definitely wrong but little did she know that today was going to mark the end of her life as a bachelorette.
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Nisha got out of the cab and she walked inside of Timberlake Colony. She looked around the houses and to say that was astonished, would be an understatement.
Though the houses there weren't tall skyscrapers or big mansions but they were hardly two-storeyed buildings, the exterior of every house was beautiful in it's own way. She couldn't help but gape at them. She wondered, if the exterior of these homes were so good then how would the interior be?
