..Out of the Blue ..💙

1.Meeting

Zoya Singh Bhatiya

Hi, you can call me Zoya. I am that spoiled rich daughter of a famous businessman. And I am 23.

My father owns a business company and is rich, I mean not the richest, but still rich. Getting into the best college was really a tough job for normal students, but since I have my father ... nothing, just a piece of cake. To be precise, I am a mixed child. I mean, Mom is not from India, while Dad is Indian. Anyways, they separated not long after I was born.

Mom's still in the States. She remarried. I have a stepsister and a stepbrother. Dad didn't marry again; according to him, every woman was a gold digger. His life, his choices.

He's mostly out for business, who knows. I am seriously not judging; he's good, I love him and respect him, but we're not really that connected. Same with Mom too. My education dynamics is another story: junior year in the States, high school in India, college again in the States. The changing phases were insane. The love and affection that I received mostly came in the form of money. Well, I am not complaining like the poor little birdy who complains that her mother and father leave for work and never spend time with her but only send gifts and money. I am totally fine with it. I love the money, so why not? My life was always good, surrounded by friends. I don't know whether they're real or fake, but they were there, and I was quite popular among boys. To be frank, I've got enough attention. There are other things too: I can sing, dance, anchor, and model. I was always in the spotlight. To be frank, girls envied me. I liked it. I felt like a badass. No, I am the badass. I've always got what I wanted.

Enough with the introduction, let's get back to college. I am the biggest bitch in college. I mean in terms of attitude only, but I haven't done any means of damage to others. I just destroy their egos with my tongue, and that too only if they bother me. Due to my straightforwardness, I have a fancy number of haters too.

Currently, college placements are happening, although there's one more year left for completion. I wanted to be a businesswoman from the start. Everyone may think, why am I even studying considering I can inherit my father's business? Well, that's Plan B. I have always wanted to be successful on my own. So before inheriting anything from my father, I need to build something different. He's also not that old; he can continue his business. So I need my own money. You might be surprised to know that sometimes I used to dance as a stripper in a club. Anyway, my identity will always be hidden since I wear masks. It's not because I don't have money or attention; it's just that I need to earn money. And I thought stripping was badass. Everyone can watch you, desire you, but never be able to touch you. The power that feeling holds. But sometimes I feel sad for the people who do it for a living on a daily basis, subjected to objectification. It might be fun for me because I don't do it as a job. It's just a hobby I do whenever I feel like it...

Anyways, now I am heading for the placement session.

Wow, this bitch. There goes the girl I hate in college, Elena.

The bitch has some unsolved issues with me; I don't even care. For some reason, she sees me as a rival. Seriously, she's below me, so I don't mind.

Anyways, this placement is quite important. It's one of the most prominent companies in the world itself. Even if you're an employee there, your salary might be equal to the profit you earn in your dad's company. Crazy, right? So I have to bag this. Then only my dreams of carrying on the business will become successful. After working there, understanding their business, and slowly starting my own business with clever strategies and better understanding, there's a long way left for my dreams to come true.

Here, it's the first step. Did I mention that I am academically good? Yeah, it's true. I am really good in my academics plus I am rich, so added benefits. Even if I were not this rich, I have enough eligibility to get into this college by some scholarships. But sad to say, the system is full of corruption. Even in scholarship seats, the rich get enrolled.