Book One of "The Roses" Series
✿PINK ROSE✿
Vikrant was a man shaped by shadows-ruthless, calculating, and unyieldingly cold. In his world, softness was a weakness, and mercy was a foreign concept. He had climbed the ranks of the underworld, his name...
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I leaned back, turned the page, and reached inside the blue packet of chips, which made a sound echoing in the room. The Indian masala taste lingered in my mouth. I yawned and stretched. Peering through the window, I glanced at the dark sky.
I fumbled around under my comfy duvet to find my phone and check the time. Picking the phone, I found it next to my right knee, with a second wave of yawning.
11:07 pm
I smiled as I looked at the pastel pink wallpaper with strawberries on my lock screen, a taste typical of Jaanvi.
Putting aside my pastel orange duvet with penguins printed on it, I walked lazily to the mirror to check my tired face.
I noticed my tired eyes with black circles under them and some acne on my eyebrows and cheeks. I smiled at my reflection, believing that my smile overshadowed my imperfections.
Smile is the most beautiful makeup a person can wear!
After a while, I lazily made my way back to the bed with tortoise speed; I guess they were faster than me right now. Keeping the book and packet of chips aside, I looked for my giraffe soft toy, Mr cuddles.
I found him, hiding under the duvet. Picking him up, I jumped on the bed, relishing in the comfort.
Time skip
I slowly made my way downstairs to motivate myself to attend college.
Entering the dining room, I found my mom looking stern with a knife in her hand. I turned towards the opposite direction and watched my dad and elder brother struggle to control their laughter.
As I walked through the pin-drop silent area, my footsteps echoed, drawing everyone's attention towards me. I ignored my brother and dad. I approached my mom, realising that supporting her would keep me on the safer side, otherwise, I would be in a danger zone.
Dad and Bhai gave me a betrayed look. Ignoring their looks, I stood next to Mom and asked, "Kya hua, maa?" I showed her my most innocent face, the same innocent face that reads smutty books at night and falls in love with the villain.
"What was prepared for dinner yesterday?" she asked, crossing her arms. I gulped, recalling yesterday's meal.
"Mushroom biryani, shahi paneer, Naam and..." taking a long breath, I continued ", Chana masala" I answered her like a good kid.
"And who was the one complaining about my boring food?" she questioned, looking at both. In response, I pointed my index finger towards them, indicating that they were the ones complaining about the food.
