"I do believe in love and for me love is my passion and my reputation" - Soumya Rajput
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I don't know about love, but If you decided to enter in my world I will never let you go and make you my prized possession because yo...
I was getting ready for the party which will be starting after an hour. I curled my hairs and did a bold makeup which gave myself a hot and sexy look. I wore a thin strap bold red ankle length dress which has a deep cut till my mid thighs which showed off my honey brown legs.
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[ps: the picture is just for dress not her skin type]
I still remember my mother taunting me for not being as fair as my parents. I don't why I didn't got their fair skin complexion and my brother used to say that maybe I got this complexion from my grandma who have honey brown skin too.
I hated myself when I was a kid and always did so much skin routines to make myself fair. Also my mother even suggested getting skin layered upon my original which terrified me and after lots of pleading she let it go
As few years ago everyone in high elite societies started normalizing brown skins which made my mother changed her mind. Slowly slowly I finally started to appreciate my self after years of trying to be something I was not.
My phone pinged as a message popped up in my phone and I picked it up to check it. It was from my assistant Miss Iyer who has already reached the venue and said party is about to start in sometime.
I sighed and looked at the message I sent to Anirudh, he has seen it but hasn't replied to me this idiot. In morning when I woke up he wasn't present in the house maybe he went to his work. His work doesn't have any fixed time.
I texted him about coming to the party because there will be media people and it will be very good for my reputation if he will come with me. Afterall we are newly married husband and wife and people would love to see us together.
But that fucking bastard he got what he wanted and now he isn't putting efforts to make my professional life better. I surely need to remind him the clauses of the contract for which we got married to each other.
I applied my bold red lipstick and picked up my clutch, wore my heels and left the apartment. As I came outside the car was already ready for me as the bodyguard opened the door for me and I sat inside.
The driver started driving and I opened my Instagram and posted my faceless picture on it. I like my today's look a lot and today I am feeling confident. After half an hour the car reached the venue and the bodyguard opened the door for me as camera's started flashing.
