Cover credits: @missoctowriter
Earlier known as, "The Sweetest Smiles Have The Darkest Secrets."
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Two people. Two hearts. Two worlds. One story.
Meet Ayesha Mehra, a young and a beautiful girl. But she doesn't match your expectations cause; s...
After our talk at the Juhu beach, I drove back home. I had a glass of Black coffee as I stood over my balcony and looked at the night Mumbai. Mumbai is the city that never sleeps, and today, I believed that.
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I was already happy today; I had made a new friend: Ayesha.
We talked about the random things, laughed, and I had to admit she looked pretty.
Her smile.
Probably Ayesha lives in one of those apartments I thought. From my balcony, you could see the miniatured Mumbai.
I went to bed, not hungry because of the pav bhaji I had eaten earlier. I laid back and laughed. Today had been impressive. First great breakfast, excellent sleep, Ron and then sunset at Juhu and of course Ayesha.
Something about Ayesha attracted me to her.
Crap. I had not taken Ayesha's number. What if I don't see her again? Is this the end of our friendship?? Holy Zeus. How can I be so stupid???
All these thoughts disappeared into my mind as I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep. I have a line of events tomorrow, and I have to get the best sleep ever!!
Two months later...
I woke up the next morning at around seven as I had snoozed my alarm ten times. (Shit. I was supposed to wake up at 6).
Getting up late meant that I had no time for coffee and no time for getting ready feeling relaxed. I had to reach the park at eight as the director thought it would be the perfect time for the shoot.
The director had explicitly asked me not to get late.
So I ended up having a quick bath dressed in casual jeans and a t-shirt with black sports shoes. I grabbed bread from my fridge and ran to the door locked it quickly and took the steps, two at a time calling the driver.
I reached the parking lot slightly breathlessly, and 5 minutes later, a black BMW appeared.
I reached the park at 2 mins past 8. Thankfully, the director did not notice.
The next half an hour was spent applying to make up on my face for the shoot, and finally, we started the shoot at 9 a.m. and completed it at 12.
Which means that I can go home and have a comfortable nap as my next shoot was scheduled at 6 p.m. only.
I asked the driver to come back quickly, and then I sat back thinking about Ayesha.
Last two months, I kept thinking about Ayesha. She hadn't called me yet. How will she?? She doesn't know my number. I had gone to Juhu, thinking she would probably be there, but I didn't find her anywhere. She doesn't even know my address. Shit, I should have at least told her where I live exactly.
