Prishaa
Why did I choose to be late?Today I have to present my presentation to important clients.I am the most irresponsible person just after my dearest friend and unfortunately my roommate who made me late 3rd time in the row.I still don't know why she is my best friend.We have nothing in common other than our common love of being late and jalebi. We both were late on the first day of school which led to the start of this beautiful but sometimes irritating friendship.
I closed my door behind me and run in the lift just in time to enter and see my neighbour who according to sia was our upstairs neighbour and single .Leave it to her to know the relationship status of every available male in her surroundings.Apparently he is not her type .I don't think he is anyone's type-egoistical and rude. He is wearing a perfectly fitted shirt and trousers and perfectly styled hair,for the sake of honestly he looks good.He is also a renowned surgeon.
"Good morning!",I say for the sake of saying.He nods and doesn't even wish me.See rude." Nice weather ha?" sue me but i don't like silence. Surely he can reply.Also from this angle he is quite tall.Ugh focus.I open my phone screen to check the time again and see some messages.The message being from my coworker to tell me that the clients are going to arrive soon and I should have been there 30 minutes ago.
Suddenly I hear a crashing sound and look up from my screen to see that the lift has stopped.I go back to my phone screen to then realise that the LIFT HAS STOPPED.Great God you are punishing me , aren't you?
My heartbeat increases and I can hear the sound of ringing in my ears. My throat constricts and I start having difficulty breathing. Oh my god not here..Don't humiliate me, god not in front of him.I try to take deep breaths and try to remember some anxiety tricks taught by my psychiatrist.During times like these , I always reach to bad conclusions.Here the conclusion being death but it's worse being stuck with Aryan
