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This is a story of a girl Mehek Sharma who loved flowers, sunsets and mountains. A girl who loved writing and had dreams bigger than universe. But what will happen when unforseen circumstances land her to a place where none of the thi...
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I literally ran all the way back home, often turning around to see if he was following me or something, but to my luck, he wasn't.
I locked the door the moment I reached home and took a deep breath. I had to think about what had happened today. But before that, I needed something in my system to process the information.
I took a quick shower and decided to cook some pasta and some garlic bread on the side, and once I was full, I tried to think straight. I need to figure out what to do when I encounter him again.
Should I just forget what happened? NOOOO! How can I even think about that? Should I talk to HR to transfer me to some other location, or should I resign? My mind was throwing up many questions, but all I knew and was sure about was that I didn't want to see him or be with him in the same room again. T
oday was enough claustrophobic for me. He had destroyed my life well enough to keep me weeping till my last breath. I had left everything I had and moved to NYC just because of him. I will speak to Linda and request a transfer tomorrow.
Tears were flowing down my face, thinking of all the bad times from the past. I wiped my cheeks and decided to take some rest.
I hate you, Mayank Singh, from the bottom of my heart!
