Book 4 in the Proposal Series.
YUGANTIKA IYENGAR
"You cannot fight your doom. It will fucking destroy you, Pookie."
She laughed, wrecking it deep within her guts. A voice that could slice through all the weak hearts. "No one can bring doom on me."...
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She was an outcast.
A glorious word to describe her craziness. She was one of the round pegs in the square holes, the rebel that the entire habitants of her mother earth vilified. Not that any of their efforts paid them results.
Yugantika Iyengar thrived being an outcast, proving to the world how different she was from the box that the world around her kept pushing her. She was born and raised like a princess only to drop the crystal burden. Every step she took, she thrashed her crown more while she stomped all over its remnants.
Her favorite hobby was to ignore the world yet never let them forget her existence. She has tagged a million names each day but her favorite one was...
"You are a genius, Yug."
Sitting behind her bundles of untouched, and continuously piling workload she smirked at her secretary of 6 years. Fingers stopped from typing another syllable as the words rushed to her brain and left her tongue.
"I don't pay you to butter me, Ms. Dwivedi. Go get my files ready from the marketing team and make a report for the changes in their strategies in the past 8 months." Her acrylic nails tapped along the surface of her glass table top as the girl who had known Yugantika more than any of her so-called family. "I need it on my desk by 6 today."
"You are one hell of a bitch." That scowl laced with her murmurs reached Yugantika's ears and she snorted in response.
"I have been called worst, Janeman." Her grin was quick to follow while Lalita Dwivedi, her best friend of 17 years and her executive secretary rolled her eyes.
"You will have your report, Ms. Iyengar." She sashayed her way out of her office leaving Yugantika hissing at her behind.
Oh, how she hated the mere existence of her surname or that family she had to continue meeting on a pretense.
If only she could dump the payasum on the cook's head that the family was obsessed with and kick them out of the house she was paying with her blood and sweat.
Shaking the murderous thoughts away, she focussed back on her work that would keep piling up thanks to her incompetent siblings who did join the office but never cared enough to sit their asses down and work.
She flung another bunch of trashy outlines of her dream project and watched the pages fly around like headless chickens.
How done was she with them and their lazy asses?
Plucking her phone, she dialed the code to connect with her too-pretty for corporate building secretory.
"Ms. Raji."
"Good afternoon, ma'am?"
She waited for a startled reply and gritted her teeth. "Are you done with your skincare routine for the day?"
