Highest ranking: #7 in Horror [21.07.2017]
Arnav is a 21 year old student of Harvard University who wants to study well and earn for his middle class family in Delhi. What happens when he falls for a mystery beauty?
You better thank god for making it study leave for Harvard students :) Boarded flight. Will reach there by evening.
Arnav sighed and pocketed his phone. His fingers moved on the keyboard of the computer before him as he worked on the accounts of the travel agency he was employed at. A man, who had booked a bus for a trip, was sitting before him.
"And that would be a total of Rs: 50,000, sir" Arnav said pressing his mouse and the printer started functioning.
The man paid a check and Arnav handed him the bill.
"Are you Manohar's son?" the man asked as he accepted the bill.
Arnav looked at him. "He was my mamaji. You knew him?" he asked.
"I have come here before for booking a vehicle. Heard he has passed away and his job is offered to his family" the man said.
"It was an accident" Arnav said softly with his mind flashing images of his mama ji's body wrapped up in white cloth.
"Your name?" he asked.
"Arnav. Arnav Singh Raizada"
"Don't you go to college?" he asked.
"I used to. At Harvard! But now...I gotta work for family!" Arnav said smiling faintly.
"I see, you're too good at accounting. I have seen accountants before who are utter idiots and require customers to help them. But you're good!" the man said.
"Thank you sir" Arnav said smiling. It would be a lie if I say that he didn't blush a bit at the praise.
"What would you get by working here? Some thousand bucks? You know, I own a fashion house. You can join as a junior in accounts department!" the man said standing up and threw his visiting card to Arnav.
Arnav stood up and took the card. He read
Styles Corp.
Christopher A. Styles
Holy shit! Styles Corporation! India's number 1 fashion house!
"Call to the office number and get an appointment!" the man said.
"Why? I mean....you just met me!" Arnav stammered.
Christopher laughed and pointed to his grey hair, "Being old makes you experienced and gives you ability to read people. I saw you working. You're special. And yes, when you come to meet me, make sure that you have some document to prove that you went to Harvard and then, you'll be appointed!"
He leaned to the counter and patted Arnav's shoulder. Arnav smiled and thanked him from the bottom of the heart with his fingers holding the card tightly.
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Anand is coming. So gotta go to airport and pick him up. Please buy some cough syrups for Nani on your way back home.
Anjali walked out of the pharmacy with cough syrups and started her scooter. Some of her students who were on the way smiled at her and she drove away smiling at them.
Her mind went to the previous day when her brother asked her about Khushi. How did he get that newspaper article? She had made sure that nothing about Khushi reaches his and Anand's hands. Then how? Why did he ask about her?
Her fingers shivered as she thought about the girl of the context. Khushi! There was no way that Arnav will remember her. She had made sure of that. Khushi was past and there is no way that she is gonna ruin their future!
She stopped the scooter before home and walked towards the door. A sudden pang of guilt hit her as she walked up the steps of the house which actually belongs to Khushi's family. Even after her death, Khushi is still a part of her life. A part which Anjali cannot ignore. But there is one thing she can control and that is keeping the mention of Khushi away from her family.
Giving Nani her cough syrups, Anjali walked to her room. After mama's death, Nani had moved with mami to keep her from crying her hearts out and Anjali was giving a single room and so was Arnav since Akash was away at college hostel in Kanpur.
Closing and locking the door behind her, she dumped her bag on the bed and walked to the mirror. Suddenly she froze and looked at the mirror. Along with her reflection was something else marking its presence on the wall behind her.
She turned to the wall in a swift motion and read the note that was stuck on the wall.
She knew that handwriting very well.
It's her!
Khushi!
She gasped and walked backwards.
"No...No...Someone is playing with me....she...she can't be back!" she whispered to herself.
And then she saw the flower vase kept on the table being lifted to air and then dropped to the floor breaking into pieces.
She sucked in a huge breath and looked at the empty space with sweat dripping through her face.
"No..." Anjali whispered and looked back at the note.
Her eyes widened to see that near the note there was now something more written on the wall.
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The next moment, Anjali fell down unconscious.
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