HIS DOING ON HER.( On Hold)

_HIS_

Hey, beautiful soul's.
Thank you for giving a thought to this book.
If you see any type of mistake kindly inform me.
If you want to refresh your self then this is a good book for you.

~Dedication~
To All those who are fighting a battle that no one knows and to all those who are trying to simply live.

It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
-Phenomenal woman by Maya Angelou.

__________________________With love.

I pushed myself back on the comfy chair, stretched both of my hands up like a cat and moaned as the soft material touched my back.

As I closed my eyes, first they felt like fire but then peace, As they were also tired as my whole body.

My fingers were already stiff as I had been typing from the evening.

My make-up was ruined.
I didn't have to see myself to confirm that, I can feel it.
The sweat was already dry but the feel was still there.
Yikes,
God! How much I want a shower right now!

The attire was not comfortable either.
Tight dusty blue coloured blazer underneath a white shirt and pants.
Typical business.
It would have been awesome if I could wear my comfy t-shirts with baggy pants in the office.

Euphoric but absurd.

After a few minutes, I opened my eyes.
And picked my phone from the wooden table.

"Damn" my voice sounded hoarse.
it was already 2:00 am on the morning of Saturday.
There were many messages but I choose the name.
'mother'

It was an audio message.
I already knew what was in that message but still, I played it.
Just to listen her voice.

"Bellona" it always makes me surprised that, just how her soft voice can hold this much authority.

"I've been calling you all day but you are not accepting my calls, I know you have work but still. Dear, you have to give a chance to that boy." here comes her main motive.

Direct to the point.
She is always like that.

"He is just like you plus he really wants to meet you. Please go to the date I had set-"

After that, it was all the same.

Once again I closed my eyes.
Push back the tears which were begging me to come out.

Not even once,
she asked about me.

I know it is not a new thing,
And no matter how much of a strong or cold-hearted I have become.

She can make me weak.

And opened them once again.
As I looked at the magazine in front of me.
On the front page, there was a girl, with beautiful wavy hair and a proud smile on her face.
Dove grey coloured suit covered her body perfectly in which she looked beautiful.

Her posture described the description of perfectness.

But I know the pain behind that smile and can see her scars which were hidden behind her dress.
I read the title which was written with bold letters.

"World's most successful and youngest businesswoman_ Bellona Lachowski_"

Ironic. Isn't it?
She and me are the same person yet so different.
I looked around in my office.
There were many awards, paintings, books, cupboards and architectures.

As I tried to stand up,
It took me a few moments,
because of the numbness.

My legs took me to the window.
I slide the royal blue coloured curtains.
Opened the window and welcomed the cold air, as it gives me the knowing goosebumps.

The view in front of me was marvellous.
Well, what can you expect from Los Angeles?
Unending yet familiar, small and big dots of lights.

I think,
How many dreams are there?
Every light dot has its own story,
Some would describe determined students, some would be the helping hand of romances, or sadness or happiness and some would be describing the liked of mine. Workaholics.

Some might describe The Nightmares.
Which no one usually wants to see.

But as I looked up.
My breath hitched at the sight of the bright moon.
It was not a full moon but more than half.

So beautiful and surrounded yet lonely.
My best friend.

As I closed my eyes.
Some wet substance falls onto my cheek.
My tears.
No.
My worthless tears.

With each passing Second, Minute, Hour, Day, Month and Year.,
I feel suffocated.
Like thousands of needles were poking on my every body cell.
All my framed photos were mocking me and making fun of me by smiling.
It scares me how much a smile can hide.
Every part of me is Screaming.
The scream which is unhearable.
Yet screaming with so much pain.
There is only pain. , So much pain.

A sob escaped from my mouth.
As I fall onto my knees and my hand covered the cries of my own.

he had said, 'when you feel like giving up just recite your name., Bellona- A fighter'

But I want to tell him that it's his voice in my head which helps me to fight.
Making me alive.
Wanting me alive.

And I'll fight till my last breath.

I opened my eyes with a smile and stared at the beautiful moon.

All this..."Just for you"
"Only for you."

________________________With pain.

Once again hey.!!(can you feel the excitement?)
Thank you for reading this chapter.
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Random: I'm not an open book but I want to tell that, My mom's cat whose name is blacky, who also look like Bagheera from Mowgli.
Just came home after one week. So my mom is pampering her.
No offence but I'm not a cat person.

What do you think about our beautiful Bellona?

Bellona Lachowski as Zendaya Coleman.

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Yours but not truly;-)
-Tannu.