BOOK ONE OF THE SUGAR AND SWEET SERIES
Vanya Sharma hated marriages. Growing up seeing troubled and failed marriages carved a bitter spot in her heart, especially when one of them belonged to her parents. While escaping the shadows of her past, she...
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𝐄𝐤 𝐚𝐣𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚
एक अजनबी, हसीना से, यूँ मुलाकात, हो गई
फिर क्या हुआ, ये ना पूछो, कुछ ऐसी बात, हो गई
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08:43 AM, 11 December, Sharma Sadan, Green Park, New Delhi, Delhi
"Isilye kehti hu jaldi utha kar subah! Par nahi, meri baat toh maan ni hi nahi hai tujhe." I ignore my mother's remark, running around the house to find my heel.
"Mummy yaar! Taane mat do. Help me find my heel instead," I groan, crouching on the floor and looking under the couch. "Have you checked under your bed?" Mumma asks and I frown, sitting up to look at her.
"Why would it be under my be-shit!" I mutter, running up to my room when I remember throwing my heels under my bed yesterday. "Kisne job di ise?" I hear my mother muttering to herself.
I walk down after wearing my nude heels, dressed in a powder blue turtleneck and khaki pants. Today is the day I am supposed to be visiting the amusement park for the advertisement proposal. Supposed to, being a keyword, since I am already running late.
"Vani, will you drop me off at the factory? I have to pick up the fabrics," Mumma says as both of us walk out of the house. "Factory? Aaj? Mummy, I'm going the other way today. I have a premise visit," I reply, sighing at the unprecedented situation.
"Accha? Leave then, I'll book a cab," she says in a dejected tone. "Okay do one thing, take the car. I'll take the Activa today," I say, handing her the car keys.
"You sure? Wouldn't you get more late?" She asks in worry and I smile. "I'll reach there early through it. Don't worry. Go."
Mumma stares at me briefly before nodding and making her way towards the car. I go back to the house to grab a helmet and by the time I'm back, mumma's gone with the car.
I walk towards the Activa and dust it before pulling it out of the house. Getting on it after locking the door, I turn it on before driving off.
Bas ab koi aur gadbad na ho, I think to myself, praying to gods above that today goes well.
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𝗠 𝗔 𝗛 𝗜 𝗥
10:49 AM, Indira Gandhi Rd, New Delhi, Delhi
"What? What do you mean we're stuck?" I ask my driver, who continues honking. "We're stuck sir. The traffic will not be getting better anytime soon," he replies, looking at me through the rearview mirror.
