Professional Or Personal

Playing Brabox

'I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about the girls. Every time they do something pretty.... you fall half in love with them and then you never know where the hell you are.'
                 -  J.D. Salinger

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"No! This is impossible." I said.

"Impossible itself says I'm possible." Clara said.

"Is today a quote day or what." I asked.

"No! Why did you asked?" She asked.

"Because today my  instagram, twitter, everywhere, everything , every sight  was filled with quotes. quotes quotes." I said the last tress words in rythemic manner.

"See you have not spend much time with him but still you have learned little bit of singing, his presence is good for you." She said with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes and said," That does not means that we have to share a house." After a good twelve seconds and six milliseconds pause I said," by the way I know how to sing."

"we very well know." She said.
She said and started playing a horrible song wait the that song wasn't horrible but the voice of the singer.

It's me.

My eyes widen," you did not delete it? " I asked horrify.

"Naaaah, no, nope, nein" she said with a smirk.

" So Kiara if you are not ready to share a house with Kian in next ten seconds then this would be rocking social media for next ten months or ten years." She said with a smirk.

"No.. you won't do it right?" I asked scarily.

"Nine" she said

"Are you really... please no" I said.
" I thought we are friends."

"Six" she said with a dangerous smile.

I made my best puppy face.

"Your puppy face won't help this time." She said with a grin.

"Time is running." She said her finger was just three centimetres away from the 'post' button.

Brainy: your dignity is in her
              hands Kiara just do it.

Fist: I would be always there                  along with your kicks

"ONE" she shouted.

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There was hell lot of commotion in my house. It would be as I am the one who is shifting.

Why can't he come here?

Oh yeah because my house is a mess which I am trying to clean since nine hours.

Cleaning the guest room was toughest  because I have converted it into my sweet store room or my treasure because I found things that I thought was stolen.

My bra. OK I should not have said that but serious question is what it is doing there?

And three hours just flew away when I was thinking about how it reached there. Still I did not have  a valid answer.

Reasons I thought during those three hours-

1》 may be when I was playing box
      bra. It is similar like basket ball
      but instead of basket and ball 
      we have bra and box.

2》 when my mom was coming for
       a surprised visit.

3》 it may have walk itself there as
       it must be bored in the drawer.

Oh fuck it!

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When I reach his house- scratch that - mansion- yup  it was a magnificent mansion where I could play hide and seek and no  one would be able to find me for ages.

This place is one... two.. three... four... five... six times bigger than his previous one.

My mouth was open in awe and I tried to rotate my neck three hundred sixty degree but then I remembered that God wasn't great enough to give us that power.

Someone tapped my shoulder and then I  came back to the reality.

"Welcome to my house." Kian said with a smile. Our eyes met for a milliseconds.

"How is it?" He asked.

"Not too bad but not too good." I said while I glanced the house again

"Whatever. By the way your room is there." He said pointing upstairs.

"Where?" I asked curiously and stand on my tippy toes to see it.

"There" he pointed again.

"How could you expect me to know where is 'there' I am coming for the first time. " I said. " at least be a good host and show me my room." I said.

"Come" he said and started walking in front of me.

After climbing some thirty three stairs and then taking a left turn he opened a room.

It was blue and purple everywhere.

I like it.

Purple is my favourite colour and blue is my go- to colour.

I was in awe seeing the room. It was big enough. It has a slide door and across it was a balcony. There was a queen size bed and a bathroom and a changing room and I don't know.

"Do you like it?" He whispered in my ears.

He was really close. When did he come behind me? The pace of my heartbeat has increased because of the close distance. It was as if a loudspeaker was fit in my heart.

I took one step ahead and nodded , still not facing him.

"How did you know that I love these colour?" Some strange reason my voice came up in a whisper.

" I watched your interviews " he said shyly.

I smiled.

May be the stay won't be that bad.