Imperfectly Perfect

Chapter 1

I am nervous and excited at the same time. I am excited because maybe if luck is on my side, I will be able to move out and start a new life with my best friend. But I am nervous because I have heard that the boss who will be interviewing me is very intimidating. So mixed feelings but I am hoping for the best.

Oh, silly me I have not yet introduced myself. So, let me. My name is Aarohi Sharma. And I live in Bengaluru. Nothing special is there is say about me. I am pretty much leading a boring life but I am living a fantastic life with my fictional boyfriends. Okay enough with this introduction and think about what will be happening now.

I woke up early so that I can make a good first impression. You’ll know what they say first impression is the best impression. I took hot shower and dried my hair. My room is nothing special. It is a small room but consists of an attached bathroom. 

Even though my stepfather is a rich man, they have not given me the privilege to enjoy it.

I thought of wearing a black trousers and white shirt. I straightened my long dark brown hair and applied light makeup which contains mascara and lip balm. And I applied kajal which highlighted my dark brown almost black eyes.

You’re the light, you’re the night
You’re the color of my blood
You’re the cure, you’re the pain
You’re the only thing I wanna touch

Are you’ll thinking I am singing? Oh puh-lease I suck at singing, even a dying cat will sing better than me. It’s just my phone ringtone. It’s my bf.

It’s not boyfriend it’s my best friend, Kriti Oberoi. Let me pick up the call or else she will kill me (not joking).

“Hello babes.”

“Keep your hello to yourself. You have not called me from so many days.”

“Oh, shut up. I haven’t called you for 2 days that’s it. There is no need for your drama.”

“I am not doing any drama here. I think you are cheating on me with a new friend.” here comes my drama queen.

“Kriti can you ju-”

“I won’t listen who is that b*tch who is your ‘new friend’, you know I would like to have a chat with her” I know she is lying but I have to bear with her.

“Okay keep your drama for another day. I am nervous. I have heard that the boss is very intimidating.”

“Ok will you stop with this; I have heard like this and that. You are amazing. And I know you will be able to this. Just think that after this you will be free from your family”

“I don’t know what I would do without you”

“Aww I know that I am amazing you don’t have to say that.”

“Ok drama queen stop with your acting and I will call you after the interview.”

“All the best you can do this. Don’t be nervous.”

“Bye. Talk to you later.”

I know what you all are thinking about what is meant by ‘free from my family.’ I don’t know what I have done. But my mother hates me since I remember.

Till today I don’t know the reason. And I don’t know who is my biological father.

When I started my high school, she married Hardik Varma who is a famous businessman. Even he had lost his wife from cancer. My mother had inherited her father’s company and she wanted someone to handle it.

So, both decided to get married. He also had daughter of my age. I was happy that I will be getting a new family but guess what I became burden for everyone.

I worked hard and with the help of some scholarships I got a degree in business management. Also I have a degree in fashion designing.

You all may think why I have degrees with two different fields. Actually, I was always interested in creating new dresses. But my mother blackmailed me and made me get a degree in business.

Because she wanted me to work for my stepfather’s company. But I don’t want to work under him.

So, I am applying to this job so that I can be independent. They didn’t abuse me physically but mentally they have broken me in every way they can.

So here I am with a broken soul and a big dream, hoping someday my life would get better.

I tiptoed out of my room so that no one will know that I am going for an interview. If they see me, they will just hurt me and I don’t want to be upset today.

But guess what, I saw my stepsister ‘waiting impatient for me, down.’
(Even in this moment my subconscious wants to sing a song)

“Hey, ugly bitch come here.”

“I am so sorry are you calling yourself because you are the only ugly person here.” If my life was cartoon there would be smoke coming out of her ears.

Actually, there is so much fun in pissing off someone. So I try to piss everyone ‘Evil laugh’.

“Aarohi is this the way to speak to your sister”

So this is the first chapter guys.
I hope you'll liked it. You all may feel some parts are fast phased whereas some are slow but please bear with me.
Like I said this is my first work.
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