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"Do you want to hear what people are talking about you? Miss Myra" Rudra's voice silenced everyone.

To be honest they are more scared of their boss's assistant than the boss himself.

"Everyone on this floor is here because of their talent and skills" Rudra said walking towards Myra.

"Except for a few people, am I right Miss Myra?" Rudra taunted her in front of everyone.

"What do you want to say?" Myra asked in anger.

"I guess we all know what I want to say" Rudra replied challengingly.

"She's here through a proper interview, she might not have experience but she is talented enough to be here!" Rudra exclaimed as everyone present looked at him.

"Unlike some people" he added further side eyeing Myra.

"YOU-" before Myra could complete.

"It will be better if you all work here instead of chit-chatting before I tell this to sir" Rudra silenced everyone and they went back to work scared of him.

Myra also stomped towards her desk.

"Here" Rudra offered his handkerchief to the sobbing Trisha.

"You are not less than anyone here, keep that in mind!" He said before walking out from there.

Trisha looked at his fading figure before wiping tears.

This is the first time someone other than Aarohi has stood up for her. She won't forget his kindness

🦄

The next day

The next day

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I tied my hair up in a bun and listened to the girls explaining this year's theme.

It was a masquerade ball.

The girls were sketching some designs matching the theme.

"Can I draw one?" I asked Pooja. She's in charge of the designs.

"Yes sure go ahead" she replied.

I have decided to learn everything step by step. Now once the sketches are done we'll decide what cloth material to use.

I drew one design and showed it to them.

"Wow! Aarohi, you are really good at this" one of the boys stated.

"Ab main itni bhi kuch khas nahi" I blushed and rubbed the nape of my neck.
(I am not that much good)

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