Hey guys.
It's been a long time that I have given an update.
So, here it is!!
It's a sincere request to all of my readers to honestly comment and help me improve.
Hope you enjoy.
Happy reading.
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Thought of the chapter :-
Someone out there is the perfect piece of your puzzle but ironically nothing is perfect. Perfection is only a state of mind. So, instead of seeking the piece, why not seek the state!
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EMMA
"Mikey and Ana, if you guys are almost done, then please lock the door 'cause I want to leave."
The breathtaking pristine vista unveils when the soft regal rays of the sun touches the snowy city. The sky is a fusion of baby blue and pale ochre with strokes of wispy white.
Putting on my dark purple sweatshirt, jet black joggers and sneakers, I am all set to begin my fitness schedule.
"Don't be back before an hour." Mikey says sleepily, rubbing his eyes.
"Sure. You guys might as well kick me out of my house someday." I roll my eyes. "I gotta go and lose some calories because you seem to have already done your part."
He scratches his forehead with two fingers and I chuckle.
"Bye."
"Yeah... Bye."
I start off to run without a pause for an entire half a turn of the clock. I am panting loudly when I finally stop, forcing air into my lungs. I stand straight and look around after a few moments of ragged breathing.
I whirl around to breathe the beauty of the New York winters. Thousands of buildings stand before me, standing in silhouettes with the radiance of the dawn filtering through the clouds. It is so riant and pure, peaceful and perfect.
A smile escapes my lips suddenly realising that intricate delicacy can never cease to amaze the lover in me.
"Ouch."
I let out a sharp cry as I feel my arms clenched in a pair of stronger arms. I almost trip on my face, courtesy of some downright stupid pedestrian with black sneakers, who still has steel in veins to hold me by my elbows. I immediately pull myself from the masculine iron grasp as anger courses through every pore of mine.
Way to interrupt the first day of my schedule!
"What the... "
"Are you okay?" The guy's sounds genuinely concerned but I am long lost in dark chocolate brown eyes.
And then there is neither a blink nor any movement, just an infinite eyelock.
"Hi." I finally whisper, struggling to come out of my trance.
"Hey." he replies.
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He keeps looking at me, or staring to be more specific. For how long, I don't know. Maybe because I was busy reciprocating his action.
"Steven... I mean sir... " I just feel astray in the tangle of words. It's one among the few times that I am facing the deceptive side of speech.
"I am sorry." The words tumble out unhindered from his mouth and suddenly he looks surprised and maybe a little livid as well.
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