Jasmine is sitting cross-legged in pajama and T-shirt on the comfortable blue leather sofa of her living room. The latest edition of a fashion magazine on her lap. But she seems to be enveloped in her own world. Totally uninvolved in the activities going around her. Her whole house was abuzz with action and activities. Hall was being decorated for her 18th birthday.
Supriya Malhotra, with her team was busy with the decoration. A leading event planner in town, very efficient and had gained a lot of name for herself in the last five years. She instructed the boys to be particularly careful with the flowers. She didn't want broken petals to spoil her labour.
It is Jasmine's 18th birthday party. "Jasmine, come and see the decore. If you want any changes, Supriya will do,"called Vidya. Jasmine carefully kept the book down and walked to the hall. Five feet five inches of her petite frame, oval face, dark brown eyes, long hair carelessly tied in a pony. "Oh mom, love it. You are such a darling" saying so hugged her mother from behind. Vidya smiled at her daughter showing her dimples. Anyone who had seen Vidya knew where Jasmine inherited her beauty from. Vidya was forty, but looked much younger. Thanks to her daily routine of yoga and strict diet. Gracefully draped yellow chiffon saree, enhanced her beauty and covered her curves beautifully.
They lived in the sprawling five bedroom bungalow spread across two acres of land. Ground floor had a kitchen, a drawing room, a living room. Bedrooms in the first floor. Drawing room was done in white.
"Lord Vishnu's Tanjore Painting" occupied the centre of attraction.
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The Twist
General FictionThis is the story of a carefree girl "Jasmine" who took everyone for granted. So far life had been kind to her. A certain incident changes her course of life. Her world is toppled down. Go with her ups and downs.
