"W-What do you want?" I stammered, my eyes not leaving his gaze on me.
"I want to prove you wrong." he smirks dangerously and speaks with his husky, deep voice.
He took another step towards me and I took another step back making me collide with th...
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"It's been fucking six months since I graduated. And yet I have no job." I let out a frustrated growl while scribbling on the sketch design I just did.
"Don't worry, Aish. You will get a job, just wait for their response." Kay says from the other side of the phone.
We are on a video call, we often do this. It's like we can't be separated from each other even for a second. Cringe? Who cares?
"What if my designs are not good enough for the brands?" I asked, scrunching my eyebrows and trying hard to prove that my designs are genuinely not enough.
"Can you stop degrading yourself?" Kay scolds. I just roll my eyes in response.
"And if the brands say that 'your' designs are not good enough then it's their brand which is not capable of having a great fashion designer like you." she states dramatically.
I look at her with a zero expression on my face and say "That was too much."
She contemplates herself for a moment before she realises and corrects herself "Indeed, that was too much." But before I could degrade myself anymore she again states with her hyper tone "But still your sketches are worth every penny."
"Hopefully." I said letting out a frustrated sigh.
I have been doing this for the last three months. Sketching designs, applying to fashion brands, trying to get a job. And the outcome is a perfect zero. I think God is against me. I've been brainstorming to bring out some good designs, only to get rejected by some fashion brands. At this point I feel so frustrated that I feel like giving up.
But will I give up? Abso-fucking-lutely not.
Anyways, I hung up my call with Kay. She told me she needs to write a chapter and I can't wait for the day she will publish her book. That bitch won't even let me read her drafts.
