THE MISTRESS ✔️ (COMPLETED)

25~ Suite 810

Monica poured some water into the saucepan and put it to boil. She hummed her favorite tune as she searched for tea bags. She took out a cup from the cabinet to the right of the stove and added half spoon sugar and placed the tea bag into the cup. She tapped her long nails on the kitchen slab and continued to hum her song. A smile stuck to her face. After the water had boiled she picked up the sauce pan and carefully poured hot water into the cup.

'La-La-La...' She kept humming as she cat walked into the sofa room. She placed the cup on the coffee table and sat back on the sofa. She bit her smile and tugged her hair behind her ears as she picked up her phone.

'Eshaan.' She said to herself and was about to dial his number when a message popped on the screen. It was an unknown number. Monica felt slightly nervous as she clicked on the message with her thumb. She held her breath as she read the message.

Liked the news? If you want such awesome news, then join me tonight for dinner. Hayat, suite room 810

Kabir Singhal

Monica bit her lip wondering if all this was true or someone was messing with her head. Then she looked down at the phone. She has just been called to the auditions. If she upsets Kabir he might make sure she gets rejected. Coming this far she didn't want to fall. She must take the risk.

'See, what your "princess" is saying? She wants to disgrace us. She wants to be a model and walk around naked in front of men. Chi!'

'But Papa modeling doesn't mean walking around naked. Besides, it's my passion.' Young Monica pleaded. Her father turned to look at her and she was taken aback seeing his eyes blazing with rage.

'Being a prostitute is your dream, eh?'

Monica bit her lower lip as her father's words stabbed her heart. She shook her head as tears pooled her eyes. Her father took a step and held her arm. She winced and looked teary at him.

'Just shut up and concentrate on your entrance exam. Being an Engineer should be your dream and not modeling.' -He pulled her closer, - 'And if you dare go against us, we will consider you are dead for us.' He pushed her, and she stumbled back. Her mother held her. She was sobbing badly as well.

'Ma, please tell Papa.' Monica sobbed and pleaded her mother. But she shook her head and held her teenage daughter tightly in her embrace.

'No, Beta. Your Papa is right. Forget about Modelling. It is for dirty girls and not for girls like you.' She said and hugged her daughter again.

Monica felt fresh tears brim in her eyes as she recollected all the taunts and the suffocation she got from her parents. She had tried her best to be the good girl and study Engineering, but she couldn't do it and ran away. Like they had said, her parents disowned her. Monica was shattered. She felt lonely and vulnerable. But she knew this was her choice, her dream. The glamour world, the money, the fame had always attracted young Monica and she had already done things to get stuffs her parents couldn't give her. She wanted to be a model, so she could fulfill all her dreams and live the rich life. According to her that life she would never get if she became an engineer.

Reminiscing about her past, Monica was even more determined. Finally, she is very close to getting her big break and she can't mess up.

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The cab stopped in front of Grand Hayat. Monica looked up at the posh building and then looked down. She opened her shimmering golden clutch purse and took out some cash. She handed it to the taxi driver and climbed down the car.