-------------------------------------------------------Glad? Pleased?Do these words even have a place in your dictionary?I wanted to say much more than I was anticipating in front of him. Sadly, nothing came out of my mouth.I was a little afraid of him. His tall figure and aura were something else at that time.The man who stood near me exuded an air of sophistication and elegance as he strode into the room when we reached our desired destination.His tailored suit commanded attention with every step. Draped over his broad shoulders was a sleek, charcoal grey jacket, impeccably fitted to accentuate his masculine frame.Beneath the jacket, a crisp white dress shirt hugged his torso. The shirt's collar, perfectly pressed and secured with a silver tie pin, framed his chiselled jawline, adding a touch of refinement to his already distinguished presence.His pants, a matching shade of charcoal grey, hung effortlessly from his waist, tailored to perfection and embracing his legs with pr

So yeah… The Girl Who has always been sure nothing wrong would happen to her. She is stuck! Just stuck with a man whom she hates in a goddamn area about which she knows nothing! And the guy, of course. He is not the action hero, not even the prince charming, just the ordinary guy who thinks he rules the world, but we all know the reality. And it hurts to see myself like this. I so wanted to jump in and take the guns out If I had them in my pockets. But I want to know what Mr Kapoor can do. Consider me an idiot if you do like me. I am not retired yet! “Did you listen to what I said, that you will do what I ask?” “I heard it a million times in the past ten minutes. Now, are you going to do something? Or are you just bluffing?”“Shut up, Ms. Jessica!” Before I could shoot him dead with my eyes, the lights went off. I could hear the sound of footsteps, the voice of distraction, or the words upside down. When I saw it, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Of course, the light was on this time

_______________________________This is the part of my story where I do not know what to do. I mean, this isn't the case of randomly following the decisions.But now I am in my home and thinking about the reproductions I have gone through.He has given me the papers and asked me to keep my mouth shut so his little secret never gets revealed.So what should be done? He said he would do everything as he pleased, and I did not have to worry about anything. I just had to relax because I still had a roof over my head and my parents with me.I sometimes wonder what does that mean?I got the notification that the circular has arrived, and for the privilege of that, I have to follow it.It was mentioned in the mail that all the participants who want to work with SiTech groups can be present with their parents at Blue Stone Hotel because the winner will be announced there.Isn't there going to be a third round, too?? So what is Abhimaan going to throw at me? Will he insult me purposely ahead

Since human existence on this earth, the weather changed.Before, it was the sunset crease waiting for its dawn, and now it's nothing all black. My heart was not normal. It was hammering like a maniac in my chest. All I could think was what Abhimaan was going to say. Whose name is he going to take? But then I saw him with Tamanna Di. Good, let her enjoy his company while I try to put my focus more on the moonlight that was trying to break the wooden grating.How can my life take such surprising turns of events? I do not like her, but I have always respected her in some sense that no matter what she did to me, she will always be my big sister to protect me from society's unwillingness. I wonder what the girl back in the fifth grade used to think.I remember coming home only to hear I was the daughter my parents never wanted because I failed a maths test. And my Tamanna Di was there. She didn't say anything; not even a flinch of mere words came out from his mouthI left the home to

Mean girls are not born. They are made, and I am not here to play a game like everyone else. I may have a mission in my mind, but firecrackers are going on. When I look at my image in the mirror, I find nothing but confusion. The crisis is going on, and soon, there will only be a departure.On my way back to home, I took the route from India Gate. I really love this place. With too much going on, life can never stop in Delhi.They breathed the fresh air and took a glimpse of the war memorial, too. Only God knows how many people have died so that people like me can breathe in fresh air. But maybe they never knew chains are not physical only. I wish I could go back in time and learn something from them. How did they fight? With all the resources, they have done so much, and I can't even do a single thing with everything I have. What is the matter? Why have I lost track of time?You know, Tragedy is that the definition of freedom varies at different times. When it was needed the most, w