"No right"
"Wait, maybe in the middle"
"Uh, Tino"
"Come on re"
"What come on, i'm tired"
"How can you be tired?"
"I'm a model Tino, not a doll"
"So if you're a model you're supposed to follow your photographer's orders"
"If you don't f**king shut up, you'll turn up as my ex photographer"
"Shish women, was that a threat?"
"Take it in whatever way you want"
"Baby"
"Mom I'm glad you're here, tell Tino to let me in some peace"
"Tino...."
"Yes mam, i'll leave"
Click. The door closed
"Oh, thank god you came"
"No probs darling, now get your butt here"
"What's wrong mom?"
"What's wrong? You're asking me what's wrong."
"Well ya"
"Look at this" she threw the news paper at the girl. "What's this?"
"Mom come on. Its 6 in the damn morning and i'm the only bliming girl in the studio, all my friends are out there, Tino has been bossing me around since 5 in the morning, and now you come up with this damn news paper" she said holding it up in her hand
"RIDHIMA SANDIYA GUPTA" her mother's voice rounded the room
"Uh, why do all parents to that?" ridhima asked to herself
"I'm here ridhima, talk to me not to yourself" Mrs Gupta voice got louder
"What the f**k do you want me to say huh?" ridhima walked down the stage. "I'm 19 I've got every right to make my own damn decision"
"19? You're only 19 and how many boyfriends have you had" she screamed. "You've slept with more guys than the rings at tiffanies" she shouted
"It's my life, i can make my own choice mom" ridhima shouted. "And what's wrong with it anyway"
"Ridhima beta" she said calming her voice down. "You're the youngest model in America, i need you to be safe and protected, but every week these news papers have something to say about you and other guys? Why ridhima?"
"Look mom, my life, and my rules" ridhima said as she picked up her bag. "I wanna be left alone, can you do that" she said glancing her mum and harsh look
Walking around, she looked up. This was like every weeks issue, who cared about mothers, the only damn thing they do is get you in this life and then they tell you that you've got to make your own decisions and now when they did make their decision how dare they say it's all wrong. She thought to herself as she walked across the grass in Los Angeles Park. She moved across.
"Heyya babes" she looked up as she saw the face of the guy who was on the news paper this morning. "I loved last night" he said sweetly as ridhima smirked and stood up
"Glad you did" she said. "And now we're through, it's as i say OVER" ridhima smirked as she watched his saw go moist but she didn't care, boys were like a game for her and once they lose it she loses interest in them
"But we had so much together" he tried to say as ridhima walked away
"We had s*x and nothing else" she grinned and walked away as she looked back and saw the guy sitting there in moist eyes. She didn't care, and nor she will ever
Ridhima Gupta that was who she was she didn't care of what or why things were happening all she cared about was herself.
News reporters surrounded her right after the breakup she had with the guy she slept last night
"Who was the guy?"
"Do you love him?"
"Was he more than a one night?"
She looked at them, as she heard them keep speaking. Snatching the microphone from a guy who had come from CNN news "Well listen carefully, that guy was just a one night only, i don't care a damn sh*t about it and nor will i. I don't love him, ridhima gupta never falls in love, love doesn't exist for her and it shall never ever be. Get that in all your thick heads because this is me for the last time again. I don't give a damn about any guy what so ever. And if i love every guy i f**k then i would have more babies in this world combined. But i don't i don't give a damn about any one of them." Ridhima spoke and smashed the mike back into the CNN news guy's chest. "Sorry" she whispered as she brushed her lips past his ear, as he shuddered she knew the exact place, the on buttons for every guy. She walked past him; she turned around and winked at him. She knew she had him exactly where she wanted him; she went back to him and bent down to his ear. "I'll see you tonight in 'THE MEWS'" she watched his face which was in a shock.
"No one messes with Ridhima Sandiya Gupta" she smirked to herself
Her hair bounced as she flaunted towards her car, her head high, she had no regret within her of whatever she was doing. In her own way she thought she was right, it was her life and they say that behind every wicked person there has to be a very hard childhood for them too. No one knows anything about ridhima gupta's childhood. She loved herself and that's one thing that might not change, she wants to be herself, love her or hate her that's her motto.
Her skin so flawless, like an angel sent from heaven but she was no angel, she was the devil from the death, she wanted whatever she needed, she's what people say a capitalist a person who always thinks about themselves and no one else. And that was ridhima, her life, her motto, her dreams, her ambitions, she didn't want help, she never took help. No one could change her not even her mother herself, she was ruthless, no mercy for anyone. And she could ever have.
Clicking on her shoes she walked towards her war, sitting in she smirked and giggled to herself
"My life, my rules...."
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Hey everyone i'm sandy, new to this forum, a very close friend of mine is a part of this forum and i thought to give this a go
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