My Indian Billionaire...

chapter 1

Avisha

"Aashayein aashayein....kuch paane ki ho aas aas..koi arma ho jo khas khas...aashayein aashayein..tufaano ko-" slamming my alarm clock shut I groan and hit the snooze button. But now that I have my sleep disturbed I wont be able to get back to sleep and with the alarm tone that I have I get so motivated that I cant really sleep in. I check the time and it says 5:35 am, I turn around find my hair clip on the bed, tie my hair in a bun. Getting down from my fluffy bed I put on my robe and my flipflops made of cloth and a material as soft as fur. Now for all the people who think about the luxuries I enjoy, well, the flipflops aren't for luxury. My flooring is made of marbles and granite and they turn cold during nights or early morning and walking bare feet leads me to catching cold. Well enough of the explanation. Walking straight to my adjoining bathroom, I go and wash all the overnight oil from my face and apply cream to reduce the small bags and dark circles I have developed during the last week's tiring and hectic shoot schedules.
Massaging my skin just below my eye, I start walking towards the kitchen and start on the coffee maker and pour in some milk powder in the machine and set the timer. Well, the coffee maker is the best gift my college friends gave me when we met the last time on one of our friend's wedding. I and my college friends have decided that whenever we meet we will bring gifts for each other thats because we rarely meet and by rarely I mean 2-3 times a year, yes seldom. Just so we can always keep remembering each other when we look at the gifts we started this tradition. And the gifts aren't supposed to be anything expensive. I remember giving Paridhi her bracelet that she used to wear in the college which I had taken forcefully as a gift from her and I had found that now when i was cleaning the drawer, and after seeing the gift she was mesmerized that i still had it and we all travelled down the nostalgia trip with her that day.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The timer of the coffee maker going off brought me back to the current day. Well , what can I say? I miss them, I'll have to plan an outing with them.
I pour in my coffee and sit on the kitchen platform with my cup and yesterday's newspaper. Hmm, you really know now that I am a weird person because the problem with me is I read yesterday's newspaper today in the morning that is I read the newspaper the day after it is delivered at my door. I know becomes stale or old by then but that's when I get time to go through the news paper and also I love keeping up with the news thats going around in the world. The reasons I reasons I read newspaper's the other day:

1. The person who delivers the newspaper at my door, comes in by 8:00, so by then I get busy with my daily chores and my career related commitments.

2. I love to read newspaper, whatever news it maybe.They are one of my favourite past times.

3. I really dont like reading news on phones or tabs or e-news because they dont give you the feel of the original newspapers.

Well, now you know I am weird.
Anyways when I am done with my newspaper, I go to my room check the time and it says 6:13 am , and I rush towards mybwardrobe to change in my workout clothes. At the same moment, my cell phone starts ringing and I just ignore it because I know its going to be my trainer Reniall, and he is going to be furious as I am already running 15 minutes late in my schedule. I rush and brush my hair and tie them into a pony tail with a rubber band. I lock my door and rush down towards the gym in my society.
Yes, i dont live in a mansion like all the rich people in movies and novels live. I own an apartment on the 56th floor. The society I live in has a gym for all its members to use and we have entry cards alloted for us, where my apartment is concerned I have taken two entry cards for Reniall and me. I always have my sessions here or in the nearby gym in lower parel when in Mumbai.