"Nishu, finally you're here" said Alisha hugging me. It's her birthday bash and I am not really excited. There are break up, patch up, fuck up parties. And to her mere weirdness there is also broken nail parties, just to make her feel better about her oh-so-precious nail that is no more. Only if such occasions were occasional I would've been glad, but to my very misfortune they occur very frequently. Well it's not just her foolish occasions that make me cringe, it's more about me.
Hi, I'm Nisha Bose, age 25, height 5'1" which is a little short or simply short. Height wouldn't have been an issue if I've had a nice figure but I am chubby or maybe just fat. And I don't really own an extraordinary beautiful face. I'm very ordinary and it bugs me. Because Hey! I'm in a party surrounded by such hot guys who're definitely not interested in me. But Yeah Alisha loves me. She is my best friend and we've grown together right from our childhood. And she is everything that I can never be. She is hot, smart and witty and every god damn thing that makes me envious of her to the zenith of my awfulness.
"Why didn't you follow the dress code?" blurted Alisha.
"Oh, because I don't really look hot under-dressed." I said irritably.
Sometimes I wonder Is Alisha this dumb? Or is it more like she acts ignorant about my invisible sexiness?
Anyway I chose a corner of her pink, fancy living room in an expedition towards hiding my presence as much as possible. It is just me and my novel now, my ultimate saviour for such situations.
The doorbell rang and it's most likely him. Alisha fixed her tiny dress followed by the last minute touch up; after all she had to look her best in front him. And yes it was him. Aditya Jha, her boss and my ultimate crush.
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My encounter with life #Wattys2016 #JustWriteIt
General FictionStory of an ordinary girl and her journey through all her insecurities, self-loath et cetera. It's when she finally comes in term with herself, her life takes a 180 degree turn. To know more read her story.
