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Chapter 5

Another morning pierced my sleepy eyes. Alisha dropped by last night, gave me the book and left for a friend's patch up party. The book has kept on attracting me since then; after all, my crush had read it which signifies his touch all over the pages. I smelled through the pages and it was then I found a pink page carrying this message: "I AM SORRY MISS BOSE. I WILL SEE YOU AT THE CAFE AT SIX." Well, I found it pretty cute but my favourite dress is in the laundry and no way am I investing my time in winged eye liner again, so yeah I'm not any excited. For a change I should better head to work.

As I entered Sumedha's cabin, a gust of fragrant air hit my nostrils. The December edition had been released this morning and so has her office gotten filled with bouquets bearing cards with quotes cheesier than my usual extra cheesy cheese sandwich. I rested the coffee mug at her desk and ran to grab my sample of the magazine. Rifling through the pages anxiously I stopped at page 23. O my god Sumedha is not that of a bitch. My article has been printed. I didn't have the patience to read it so I jumped at the bottom to check my name. O well apparently Sumedha never disappoints me when it comes to her squeamish ways of bitchiness. No writer's courtesy has been granted to me. This is fraud and so frigging unacceptable. I'm a writer and I should get my recognition. I stormed my way to her cabin again, now with an I-am-going-to-kill-this-bitch attitude.

"Ma'am how could you do this to me?" I blurted. I shouldn't have said her ma'am, she is no frigging ma'am.

"I can do a lot of things Nisha. Perhaps what is it that has caused you such audacity to question my actions?" she said while staring at the computer screen. She has this thing of speaking rude with a calm dialect. And this pisses me more as I don't really know whether I should fight like a bull or back of like a hyena.

"My story,"

"Yes your story. Printed"

"I know. But..."

"But?!" She said and finally looked at me giving my presence a tad of an importance. I couldn't say a word after that. It seemed like she doesn't care and yes of course she doesn't. Because it's my article and it was my chance of gaining some recognition that I've longed since ages.

"Can I take a half day ma'am?" I requested disheartened.

"O yes of course. Just clean my desk, get me another coffee and then you're good to go." She half smiled and my smile evaded for the rest of a century only if I survive that long which I'm hardly interested in.

As soon as I reached home I crashed on my bed and wept. I'm not really a cry baby but yeah I cry when I'm treated beyond shit, because shitty treatment is a regular affair, but when someone treats me beyond such parameter I get a fair chance to cry. But the best thing about crying is; it is followed by a peaceful sound sleep.

It was nine when I woke up at the cuckoo's sound. Three missed calls from Aditya and I'm fucked up. You see the guilt is much higher when a hideous person keeps a gorgeous person waiting, in such a highly competitive market of love& relationships. Anyway I chose not to text him an apology. I've got my book back, I better keep my distance. Done with men remember?!