Magical is the world, and enornous is the afterlife.
My obnoxious soul was yearning for his life.
Chained with it's own nightmares of those frozen nights,
I still had my rose beside.
I still had my rose beside!!!
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AUTHOR'S POV:
"HOME COMING"
"Let us now focus on business-related news, " the red-haired host announced while standing on the podium. She continued glancing at the tablet in front, which displayed the succeeding lines.
"The unprecedented shift in the economic world over the previous two years caused several economies to rise in the chart of entrepreneurs. New names that got highlighted this year are opportunist businessmen and new entrepreneurs. Therefore to celebrate such excellence we present them with the EMERALD COUPON AWARDS of the year."
The red-haired host flaunted her hair while conveying the international news of the business world, making the viewers feel excited and surprised.
The same excitement was seen in the woman standing in the dull, silent hallways of the big bungalow, the luxurious place owned by the elder heir of Raichand. The woman was dumbstruck, and her doe eyes were wide with excitement.
She was adorned with a turquoise suit, whose netted scarf hung low from her shoulders, touching the marble floor. The dull space was engulfed in silence, and only the echo of the television speakers could be heard throughout the mansion. The maids and servants who worked there did not dare to make a single noise. Even a low whisper could be heard clearly in such a noiseless space.
The female appearance looked like she had not even crossed her twenties properly. Her pout changed into admiration as she heard the host's information.
Suddenly the silence was broken and in a loud cry she called, "ZEEHAN, SARAH." Without delaying a second, she dashed out while circling the scarf on her upper body in search of her two sweet followers.
Her heavy anklets spoke volumes about her happiness. The way she pushed her steps forward, the whole mansion could hear her anklets laughing, which was the loveliest music to someone's ears who was not present.
Her red-inked feet adorned with designs and anklets stopped as a loud shrill voice echoed around, "Sister-in-law, we are here in the backyard."
Her hard steps turned velvety as she came near the backyard due to running at such a pace.
