Just My P.A.

25~ Game Face

I was up early the next day. My head throbbed with pain and it felt as if my veins would brust creating a catastrophe any moment now. I stood up  slowly to be greeted by the mess I had created the last night.

"Damn it....." I said moving a broken flower vase in my way. The blue shreds of glass scattered about on the wooden flooring beneath as I moved over them, breaking some more into tinier shreds.

I looked around realising it was out of control. I couldn't think of anything. I needed to go some place sober. Right now!

I made my way to the washroom somehow to be greeted by another round of mess when my eyes fell on my dirtly bandaged hand.

I looked down at to find that the blood on the white cloth had dried and turned maroon.

I couldn't remember anything. I opened the dressing to view my hand and trust me when I say this, I didn't like what I saw!

I washed my hands with the cold water and decided leaving it open.

"Couldn't one day pass proper!" I cursed my fate stepping under the shower.
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"Nandini! "

I looked up from my paperwork to find Cabir standing opposite to my desk.

I stood up as a reflex while he gestured me to sit back down.

"Any problem?" I asked.

"Is Manik there?!" He asked looking at the shut door of the formers cabin.

"No why?!" I intervened.

"Great...." I noticed a sudden relief on his face.

"Cabir....is there anything..."

"Yes...yes....ah....I...I got to know through my source that for the August edition.....Harshad started his recordings.....and...ah....turns out, out of the three songs he recorded.....ummm...all three are..ummnn ours!" He said, his hands on his waist while his face was painted with a pallete of emotions.

I was devastated. I felt betrayed. How didn't I know about this?!
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"We lived in a world full of broken hearts and judgmental hypocrites"

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Wait. What! How did that happen?! Wasn't the date as of 15th July! It's the 11th today. And he started recording already! But who gave him the lyrics!! Dhruv ?! But aren't the papers with Manik. My brain was flooding with zillions of questions with each passing second.

"Nandini!...." Cabir broke my trance.

"Manik......" I whispered.

"He shouldn't know about this!!" He warned me.

"But...."

"He'll shatter.....I have a plan...." he revealed his motive finally.

"But...." he cut me off in the middle again.

"We have a couple of songs more to make...and we'll do it somewhere else....out of Harshad's reach....and then on 15th...without a fail we'll record the whole!" He said still unsure of what he meant.

"But then....how..."

"All you have to do is bring Manik there....without letting him know about the massacre that has happened.....he'll be torn apart...you know that." he nearly whispered