Book 7 of the Mangoverse
What's written in your fate, finds you on its own.
Collection of short stories.
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Connected to my book Hasratein but can be read on it's own.
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I step out of the elevator and walk towards my desk with my head down. I have no wish to run into anyone and listen to questions that I don't have answers to. I sit on my desk, pull out my laptop to simply start working.
I avoid the gazes I feel on me, drilling a hole in my skull until I cannot. "Is it a special day?" My friend leans over the cubicle exactly like she does everytime and scrutinizes.
I shake my head in a 'no', not looking away from my work. The elevator dings again and everyone around me stands up. Great, the demo- boss, is here. He walks ahead greeting people on his way, wishing them a good morning.
His smile doesn't dim when he reaches me, it absolutely vanishes. He stares at me, up and down multiple times before looking up at my face, nodding and moving away. He didn't even say anything-
What did you expect him to say? This isn't a book, grow up Divya!
I fall back down on my chair and get a smack on the shoulder. "Ouch!" My friend glares. "You will tell me what is going on and you will tell me right now!"
"Nothing is going on!"
"You're wearing a suit Divya. All pretty with a dupatta!" Okay, so I think dupattas are extra work and I wear kurtas with jeans. "And it's red. A pretty red but red!"
What's wrong with red?
"And jhumka? Are you going on a date?"
"What? No."
"Don't lie to me."
"Why would I lie to you?"
"Then why are you all dressed up?"
"I just felt like it today. I woke up earlier than usual today so I decided to do something different." I strategically woke up early to dress well and then that demon went back to being a demon- no I didn't dress up for him, I just like dressing up.
She scrutinizes some more and I get up. She can do whatever she wants, I have work to do. I knock on his office door and then enter.
"Mumma, I love you, but not now. Please, I'm in the office and I'm working." I shut the door behind me and he puts his phone away.
"Atleast leave your poor mother alone. Can you do one thing without yelling?" He doesn't look at me, just as his stupid computer but I watch his lips tilt up.
"I can do alot of things to you without yelling," his eyes shoot up to my face, "or speaking for that matter." Hot.
"Too bad I do like people that are verbally expressive. I just don't like them screaming." He leans back in his chair, all smug and satisfied. "I won't be the one screaming." Piece of shit. I clap the file down on his desk and turn around to leave when I feel the pull on my dupatta.
Glad he got to live his bollywood fantasy by catching it. I glare at the wall before me for a bit but when he doesn't make a move to leave the cloth I turn around to roast him.
