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."...
(He is the spirit of trickery, deceit, and guile.)
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981 days, 13 hours, and 34 minutes.
That long she had found this one man enthralling enough. He had walked past her in the morning and dropped quite literally into her lap that very evening. It was sudden, almost barreling how he stormed into her life and decided to charm her in ways that were new to a twenty-one-year-old fresh graduate.
He looked equally shocked as her, jumping out and back when he realized where his fall had brought him. He had apologized profusely, explaining how his friends were acting like a bunch of teenagers, pushing him around because he was the birthday boy. He had offered to pay for her meal, as well as for the four friends she shared her table with.
"Please," he insisted, "it is my day. I will buy you all meals. It is the least I can do after this little... mishap."
"No need, it is fine. Completely," Yugantika glanced at her friends warily at the sudden yet charming intrusion into their get-together to celebrate graduation.
"You know what, if you all do not mind, come join us." He gestured towards the group of boys and girls crowding one end of the restaurant. "We are celebrating, and I think you are too."
He glanced at their small cake in the middle, 'Graduates' written in a simple scrawl.
Yugantika couldn't decide, but thankfully the other two were on board and nodded at the request. Her group of girls belonged to the same social level as her; none would decline a free meal when they could enjoy and save the amount they had begrudgingly agreed to spend. A win-win, you see.
That was the beginning of introductions. Hari Vishwakarma was the first man who took an interest in a girl like Yugantika.
She was no diva, nor came from old money. She was a nerd, one who wanted to make it big using her brain, hard work, and what she loved—cars.
She was a straight-A student, reading anything she could, pulling late nights, breaks, and any spare moment she could find amid working two part-time jobs and juggling a family of eight with hardly any stable source of income. Luckily, she was brilliant in whatever menial tasks she was handed, making a good enough figure and maintaining a family, their house, and her scholarship.
She was allowed to sneak inside a motor garage to apply her theoretical knowledge, the owner letting her work behind the scenes for a few hours as she repaired and remade pieces of vehicles dropped at his doorstep. While Yugantika fixed those scraps and turned them into movable products again, the man sold them and gave her a 60% profit on sale and a wide berth for any experiments she made. Some creations were successes, while others were a mix of failures.
She practically ran the place, and the man was happy with her work. He didn't complain when Yugantika made her first design come to life in that repair shed, letting the man sell her creation at whatever rate he presumed. She had taken some grands to save. From then she graduated with a 4-year bachelor's degree, there were almost 20 designs she had turned from scratch, saving enough capital to make the first dip in the water.
