After hanging his call there was a cute smile had appeared on his face looking the portrait. Now the painting was almost done, there was a sort of satisfaction on his face seeing painting which was done by him.
Taking his coat which was hanging on the chair, he walked out of the studio. He started to drive his car, he placed one hand on the steering and other out off the window, he just wanted to feel the cold wind which reminds him the night he met Priya. Her thought wouldn't miss him turn into pink panther.
The car stopped in front of a small villa. Parking it , Mick rings the bell. To the sound of buzzing bell, the door was opened by a teenager girl who had a fair look and a lin complex. She was dressed in her green night outfit. As soon she saw Mick she said. " Finally, someone remember that they even have a house and a little sister who will always wait. Now don't waste your time, I wanna sleep now. If I won't then there will be a dark circles under my eyes then I won't look pretty for tomorrow. Just shut the door behind you and be ready for tomorrow. I don't want to hear excuse from you".
Saying this she just walked into her room. Mick was bewildered from her words. She didn't even wait a second to look at his response or ask even about his dinner. Scratching his head Mick walked into his room.
It was early in the morning ,when Mick's door has been knocking. Lora his sister was trying to wake-up him on the time. " Hello lazy goose don't you think you need to wake up. The breakfast is also ready and this is the last wakeup call, even if you won't wakeup now, then forget about coming out. Do you understand?".
She screamed in her high pitch. Once she finish her words, Mick opened the door saying " Were you born with some disorder. From childhood you didn't had . I guess as you got this recently. Oh May god help you to cure your rare disease ". Saying this he just shut the door on her face.
"Mickkkk.... " She screamed his name again and walked to her room to carry her work.
After an hour Mick came out of the room dressed in a peach colored suit, that was making him look more handsome. His sister was dressed in a peach gown. She looked gorgeous in that with her open hair style.
Seeing him she said " Not bad God have blessed me with a good looking brother, I hope I will attend his marriage next year, if any silly girl fall for him. Anyway... " Saying this she started to laugh. " I think you are going to come by all your own haa".. Telling this he walked near the car. "Hey wait, you can't do that ". Screaming it she got into the car.
Lora was the younger sister of Mick who stays with him ,she came to London for her graduation . She is a person whom we can call as beauty with brain.
They were travelling to city which is located 100km away from London. It was a small city filled with big brains. Mick and Lora had spent their childhood days in that city, their mother was a school teacher and father was a photographer. He was famous for his skill.
Never mind how small or a big event was held in city ,they made sure that photoshoot should be done by his father. From his childhood Mick had a great intrest in photography , he used to attend those events along his father and admired his work. This was one of the main reason he choose to be a photographer.
On the other hand their mother was well known teacher in city. She always used to dress in classic style, that gave her more professional look. She used to take free classes for the children who couldn't afford the wages of the school .
Almost every child of the city was familiar of her teaching. She was awarded for her teaching work as well. Though she had stop working in schools from past few years, but she didn't stop her teaching , she started to work with NGO and help many people to get educated.
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The Castle Girl
General Fiction"I am a rose with a sharp thorns, don't try to catch me, it will hurt you more than your imagination". She said looking into his eyes. There was curve on his lips. Taking a deep breath he said. " Your the rear rose, whom I don't wanna miss, I won'...