"So, then you two reunited, eh?" Mr. Singh smiled, keeping my diary aside. "That's lovely. What happened after that?"
"Everything ended again after a few months." I looked at the open window to me left. Cool breeze was already making place to come in.
"What? Again? But he promised to be with you, right?" He sounded applogatic.
"Yes. But it isn't so hard to break your promises as soon as you make them." I sighed. "I was his lucky mistake."
"Hey, Rishika, don't say that way, please. You still haven't got over with this Puneet guy, right?" Mr. Singh patted my shoulder.
"Yes."
"What can I do to help?" He was curious.
"You can't do anything. Nonody can. I'll just have to let it go." I bit my lip.
"Listen, Rishika, if that's what you're thinking, then don't over think stuff. It's gonna hurt you more. Just burn all the photographs you have of him. It will make you feel better. Burn these pages of your diary. Let him get out of your memories, your thoughts and your life. Concentrate in your work. And call me if you need anything." Mr. Singh ended with a broad grin.
"Thanks." I tried to smile. "I'll try to move on."
"Now I'll have to leave. Get some sleep, dear." He stood up. "I'll contact you for your further assignments and write ups."
"Sure." I nodded. "I really need more work."
"I'll take care of it." He shook my hand and left.
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My phone rang loudly with Adele's Chasing Pavements.
"Hello?" I yawned, my eyes half open. I was in so deep sleep that I failed to see the called ID.
"Is this Rishika Chatterjee?" A female voice said meekly from the other side.
"Yes. Who's this?" I sat up, pushing my pillow and the duvet aside.
"I'm Sakshi Mathur. Calling from Abs fitness & Wellness Club."
"Oh. What is it?" I personally didn't have any interest in sports or fitness since my childhood. Why would she call me out of the blue?
"Well, Miss. Chatterjee, we got your number from Mr. Singh. Actually, we require an Editor for a reputed bodybuilder urgentlin Mr. Singh promised that only you can save the day. If you please visit us once in the evening today, we would be glad."
"Ah! Bodybuilder and me? It's a total wrong connection." I cleared my throat. "I don't have an experience with fitness articles."
"No worries, Ma'm. We're here to guide you. And as far as I'm concerned, Mr. Rajyog is going to advice you." I could sense the excitement in her voice.
"Well, who's Mr. Rajyog?"
"The one who needs you to write for him. The famous bodybuilder."
"Okay. I'll be there. Can you tell me the address?" I asked, taking a pen and a notepad from the bedside table, which I usually keep for such emergency inquiries.
She told me the address which was in the heart of the city. I promised to be there at 5.30. That's the only time when Mr. Rajyog is available in Abs Fitness everyday.
"I'll see you at 5.30, Ma'm." She said im a cheerful tone.
"Sure." I hung up.
Hey, fellas! Did you like it till here? Well, frankly, I've been inside a gym once and only once in my life. That's in my college gym. 😂
Yeah, sounds weird.
I've written the description of a gym in the next chapter just by imagining my college gym.
Not a sporty or a fitness personality. Cheese! 😛
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Will You Be Mine Again?
Teen Fiction*BASED ON A TRUE EXPERIENCE* Rishika Chatterjee is a chubby, fun loving girl who's a literature student in a reputed college in Pune. Her life was going smooth with her close BFFs, music, novels and fictional boyfriends. But it changes drastically...
