We start coaxing her to tell the story. Hence again she started and we decided not to disturb her flow and make her fume in anger again.
Aaru pov:
I was five years old when my family shifted to a new house in a new place.
This meant new friends which I was not comfortable with and was continuously nagging my dad to go back to our old house where I had lot of friends.
Enough of withstanding all my irritation my dad shouted at me.
I slowly walked from there crying.
But soon realised that I lost my way back home.
I started sobing more until I saw a taller shadow in front of me.
I lifted my head to see a boy of nearly 8 years old grinning while I was sobbing.
Idiot
How dare he grin at the sobbing me.
I frowned at him.
"Hey don't lie!!you frowning at some stranger even if it is decades ago I wouldn't believe .!!!"I said unable to control my mouth .me and my Mouth ahhhhhh
Aaru glared at me .
And the most expected happened.
We were enjoying ourselves in our studio which was hated by our staffs.
Soon that muttai Bonda (our staff)
Came there and asked us to go and work on design sheets..
Ya work on design sheets the last we would do 😉😉 .
We placed our butter sheets on the desk .
Some sleeping on the sheets..
Some starring at fans or sky as if the fan gives you the plan of your design..
Some looking at each other having eye conversation s scolding Mr muttai Bonda for disturbing our happy moments....
Some roaming here and there for borrowing stuffs...
Some slowly sneaked out of the studio...
I hate suspenses that to during hero entry was the last thing I wished.
Aaru sitting next to me made it easy for me to nudge her to continue in a whisper.
Others gave a deadly glare indicating not to continue until everyone is there.
"Later" said aaru....
______note___
Hmm so next part lead male entry....
Thanks to all my friends for encouraging me ...
I know I am not a writer but they encourage me as if I have written a world famous novel..😍😍
