Life was always harsh on me.
Always.
No matter how hard I tried, everything always ended up negative for me. And then they say, think positive, be positive. How the hell am I supposed to be positive when nothing around is positive!?
I had, after a long search, bagged an opportunity to write for the most famous magazine in the NYC! Which, I lost.
Why?
Because Jeremy.
I couldn't work for that shit-ass man after knowing what his super stinky brain held. Nah-ah.
Wondering what went wrong now?
Well, Maria found a replacement.
Two things I love from the bottom of my heart,
a) Writing.
b) Baking.
And I couldn't do it because of my stupid luck!
Ah. Well, what's done is done.
It was just one more day to go for the magazine launch and Navya's company was managing that event. She, being an integral part of it had to go to check the last minute arrangements and I was alone, sitting, adding some extra extra extra calories to my petite figure.. munching chips.
The sun was almost down, meeting the sea anytime now, kissing my part of the globe a goodbye.
The last rays of the sun, dodging the chain of houses around, came peeping into my living room and fell lightly onto my face.
I slouched deeper onto the couch, thinking of where I stood in life.
I had no idea of what my life would be like a few months from now, or would it even be.. I had lost two jobs in less than a month, one I hadn't even started. I was losing out on all my savings one by one and job hunting was getting tougher with every passing day. I couldn't possibly be living on Navya's earnings. No. I had to think of something...
Why was I still here? I should go.. I thought.
Just like that, thinking, doing nothing but useless thinking, I thought of writing a book. My book. A book about my life. A book just for me. It'll keep me busy when I'm free because if my mind is kept wandering, I'll over think and over thinking is hazardous.
Though earning some dollars won't happen through it, I had to find another way for that.
Coming back to the book, yeah..
How should I start it?
From the day I was born? Nah.
When my life started sucking bad? Nah. I'd have to write about Maddy then and I wasn't up for that.
My thought process was broken when I heard the door bell ring.
"Coming!!"
I reached to the door and opened it.
A strikingly handsome face that stood in front of me was the answer to all my questions.
Why am I still here?
Because of my new found happiness.
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Sealed Fate
RomanceA/N: Okay guys, I wrote this story 6 years ago, 2015. I was a 16-year-old kid at that time and this story isn't perfect. But it was a very popular book and I hope all you KYY/MaNan fans like it :) An aspiring writer. Her strikingly handsome million...
