One hand slipped through her panties and teased her nub, making her moan out in pleasure.
Another hand caressed her hair, trying to calm down her from sexual tension.
Whereas two more hands roamed over her body, making Yasmine jerk out of her sleep.
Sweat droplets dropped from her face, let anyone knew that she was scared as hell. Her heavy breaths filled the room piercing the silence.
Hair strands fell over her oily face out of her messy bun. She took a deep breath, as she looked around her darkroom.
"Huh! Nightmare!!" She rubbed her chest and laid down on her bed and pulled the blanket over her tired body.
She had been practising hard to give an audition for a music album, which she got to know through her friend cum classmate, Lisiya.
Yasmine was a girl, who strives hard to earn money for her survival. Since she was studying, she was doing part-time jobs to pay her college fees and daily needs.
She had lost her parents at a very young age and ended up growing with her father's estranged brother's family. Initially, they had showered her all the love. But that was only till she turned eighteen years old.
Influencing her weakness, which was her unconditional love towards her foster parents, they had taken her signature and abducted her properties, which her parents had left for her.
With that, all her luxurious life and the love of her chachu Chachi had gone. Her cousin sisters, Aila and Nisha, always hated her, as she gains everyone's attention being the apple of everyone's eyes.
After backstabbing her, her foster parents used her as their maid and never give her money and food. They let her starve. She couldn't get out of that house, as they had hurt her physically and abused her mentally.
Finally, one fine day arrived, which helped her to get away from those heartless people.
But what would she do next in this huge world?
A big question mark appeared in front of her. She didn't know where would she go and what would she do.
She sat on the platform one whole day. She had no one beside her to console her and say, everything gonna be alright. The very next option besides her was suicide.
When she was lost in her thoughts, her eyes fell on a man, who was doing graffiti on the wall. After long, there bloomed something in her heart. She became curious to see what he was drawing.
Her legs carried her towards the wall or more precisely to him. She stood behind him in the evening twilight and watched the magic done by his hand.
She sucked in her breath when he completed his graffiti work.
I Love You
Everything gonna be alrightThe words, which she was longing to hear. Tear droplets fell from her eyes, as she felt like it was written just for her.
"Everything gonna be really alright someday!" A manly voice filled her ears.
She looked at the person beside her. Guy, who was looking at the artwork made by him with a carefree smile on his lips. His hazel-green eyes gave solace to her tormented heart.
He looked at her and flashed a charming smile at her, "Have a nice day, angel!"
He took his backpack and ran from there, enjoying like a free bird. She looked at him until he disappeared from her eyes.
His heartwarming smile healed her wounded heart. Gave her the strength to restart her life fresh. She wished to live her life for her loved ones. She wanted to make her late parents proud.
Besides, she wished to see him again. So, she wished to live her life once again just for herself.
After lots of hurdles, she joined Post Graduation in Administration with her scholarship since she was the university topper in her U.G. She took a small house for rent and did part-time jobs for her daily needs though her education was fully free.
Throughout her first year in her masters, she became close with her classmate, Lisiya. She told her about her cousin brother's new project on a music album to which, he was searching for a girl, who was devoted to dance.
Though Yasmine didn't have any interest in acting and media, her passion for dance made her work hard for the audition.
In this one year, she had never forgotten that hazel-eyed guy in her life. Whenever she felt low, his smile gave her energy to propel forward. He indirectly helped her in a lot of ways. She had developed feelings for him though she didn't know who he was and where he was.
She had never met him again in her life. But somewhere she had a gut feeling that she would see him.
With his thoughts roaming in her mind, she forgot the horrible nightmare of being intimate with two guys.
Her mind was filled with that graffiti guy, who had stolen her heart a year ago. A sweet smile appeared on her lips, as she closed her eyes.
Dreams fluttered in her world of dreams, taking her to the unknown guy.
Who knew that her life would take a drastic turn when she attends an audition?
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After making sure, she was well prepared for her day, Yasmine left her house with her backpack.
This day would mark a new point in her life. Her first media experience. A step towards her passion and love for dance.
She sat inside the cab she had booked and pulled the headphone to her ears. She kept the song on which she was gonna perform in the repeat mode and looked outside the window.
Her heart fluttered when she crossed the wall, where the words of the hazel-eyed guy were yet there with faded colours.
"Everything is going to be alright." She muttered under her breath and exhaled a breath of overflowing joy.
She paid for the cab once she reached her destination and got out of it.
With each step, she took towards the auditorium, her heart beat wildly in her chest. It skipped its best when she stepped inside and her eyes fell on the boy with curly hairs and hazel eyes stood there while watching the dance performance.
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