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"bag...check. key...check. phone...check. I'm all ready to go"
I blow a kiss to myself in the mirror before grabbing my bag and walking out the door of my apartment. I decided to take the stairs today for a change, not knowing it would be the worst idea ever. As soon as i step down the second floor's first stair, i trip over my own kurti, almost falling. I somehow manage to catch myself by clutching at the railing.
"are you okay, miss?"
The deep timbre of the voice sent shivers to my spine. I caught a hold of my racing heart and turned around. before me stood one of the best pairs of eyes I had ever caught a glimpse of, his hair dishelved just the right way. the pools of whiskey so deep I could drown in them my whole life. I looked away from his eyes to notice that he was wearing a mask. probably cause he was too handsome for this world.
"yeah...im okay"
I say after I finally swim back out of the deep pools of whiskey. My heart was doing backflips. the air seemed to have disappeared as I struggled to function properly in his presence. I was dying to hear his voice again, lose myself in him all over again.
"thank you" is all that escapes out my mouth.
"welcome." his voice caresses my skin as if he was actually touching me, awakening goosebumps in its way. He smiles under his mask. Another hit straight to my heart.
The sudden ring of my phone shatters our moment. Now, i suddenly wanted my biggest helper to disappear.
I check the caller ID
"shit." i mutter. it was my manager. i pick up.
"hey...yeah...ill be there in 10 minutes...yeah...bye."
"sorry, I gotta go."
I i rush out the apartment building and out the gate. my manager was waiting with his car.
"sorry. i tripped and someone helped me so we were chatting." as if. I could barely form proper sentences.
"quit fooling around. this is a very important event. you mess this up and your whole career will be messed up" my manager, Riya, scolded. She was a grumpy lady in her late thirties, still unmarried. No wonder.
"sorry" I didn't mean it at all. by now, I had gotten used to muttering a sorry so often that i felt like i had used that word more than I had all the other words combined.
