~`*The Devil Wears Armani*~last part up! p53 :] - Page 3

oooo interesting characters....wat does mff stand for? cnt wait 4 the first part...continue sooon 👏

awesomee.. wat does mff mean

i mean is it a mystery or.. why would u name ur co mff.. the only thing i can think of is My FanFic.. lolzzzzz


cant wait till u continueee

Originally posted by: brainychild92

awesomee.. wat does mff mean

i mean is it a mystery or.. why would u name ur co mff.. the only thing i can think of is My FanFic.. lolzzzzz


cant wait till u continueee

lmao. no not a mystery. im still thinking of a good title for the magazine and at the moment i thought of using mmf...ill think of a meaning later and post it.

ooo cool, verrrrry intrestin character profiles soo far, getin ritin soon lol
xx Saz xx

sounds awesome!!! i wanna watch the devil wears prada...cant wait till u soon! 😳

This sounds amazing......plz continue when u can......but make it fast, this story has got me hooked on!!!!!!!

The Devil Wears Armani

"Im sorry, but we think you are unfit for this job. It was a pleasure meeting you."

And just like that, Kripa was rejected from yet another job. Why? She didn't know. Something or the other was always wrong with her, making her 'unfit' for the job. At first, she thought it was OK and didn't get bothered by it; but now the bills were piling up and she was getting desperate. So far, she had been living on bread and that too, thanks to her best friend, and roommate Alliyah.

If it wasn't for a bet with her parents, she would have definitely gone to law school and worked in her father's firm.

"God! How stupid was I?!" she thought as she walked down 53d street, to her cozy loft. When she had graduated from high school, her parents had told her go to Yale Law, but she, being the idiot she was, had decided to go into journalism. Why? Again, she had no freaking idea. Call it a moment of insanity, or just all- out stupidity, she had also agreed to their ultimatum. Surya Sharma, her father, had told her that it was either law or nothing else.

And she had walked out the house. Till this day, she hadn't talked to her parents, even though Gayatri kept sending little bits of money every month. Kripa had decided that she would talk to her parents only when she was on her own size eight feet.

"Im home!" Kripa called out. She dumped her workman's coat on the table, next to Alliyah's Burberry coat, and kicked off her men's boots. Alliyah came sweeping out of her room and stopped abruptly.

"I know that you didn't get that job!" she said.

"Yes I didn't get the job…..how do you know?!" Kripa asked surprised.

"Well, no sane person would hire a girl dressed in men's jeans, that by the way, are ten sizes too big for her slim waist, and a girl wearing a checkered shirt! Which, by the way, is, again, way too big for her? Oh what about the hair? It's a huge blob of mess!"

Kripa laughed. "Are you kidding? So what if I don't dress right?"

Alliyah signed. "Krips, babe, lets talk k?" She took Kripa's hand and made her sit on the couch with her.

"Aight aight, lets talk" Kripa joked, faking a ghetto accent.

"Ok, first, don't ever do that again. Now, let me tell you something Krips. Interviewers don't always only go by your rsum. Sure, it does count, but people also look at you. How you dress and how you present yourself is important too."

Kripa frowned. Maybe Alliyah was right. "But I got into Yale! And I did the interview in jeans and a black shirt."

Alliyah signed. "Hun, you only got in cuz of your Dad and the huge donation he gave to Yale."

"Oh." Kripa said.

"And I know how desperately you need some sort of income, cuz babe, I can totally see the bills and how you stress everyday."

"Well…." Kripa started.

"Nope! No more wells, ifs, or buts. We are done with sad and pathetic Kripa. Done, finito! Today and today itself, I am going to create a new Kripa Sharma. One who will make the boys fall to their knees and one who will get a job no matter where she applies, cuz the bosses are besotted with her."

"But…"

"I said no buts!!! Now let's go!"

"But why today?!" Kripa whined.

"Cuz better late then never. And well, cuz today's the only day off I have for the week and I totally need new shoes!" Alliyah said.

"Your darn as* job!" Kripa grumbled.

"Hey! No cursing! A lady doesn't curse. We say shitaki instead of shi*, and beyotch instead of bitc*!"

"K Alliyah. You are a beyotch!" Kripa joked. Alliyah rolled her eyes.

"Get your hideous coat on and your equally hideous shoes and follow me."

That's the first part of the fan fic! Not that spectacular if you ask me. I've written better. I did this part cuz I was anxious to get my ideas down on paper. At times, I have so many things I wanna type, but no matter how fast I type (and I type fast!), I lose my train of thought. Annoying isn't it? Next part= Angad's entry and Kripa's makeover. For those who have seen The Devil Wears Prada, you should know that so far this ff is completely different- and it wont be similar much. I used a lot of italics, so to portray how Alliyah speaks and ect. So please, when you read, add emphasize as that way is the best way to really read this part. Comments! At least 8 and I post a new part…and im so anxious to start a new part! K? So 8 and then new part! Im sorry the parts too short! I didn't want to put too much in the intro= think of it as Kripa's introduction!

x3 Prakriti

wowo... its awesome.. this is the first omment... m sure u r gonn get more but i just wanted to tell u tht in thrill ride u definately got more thn 8 comments... plz continue tht as well... n this one too...

awesome part prakriti 😛 lol she was wearing big jeans and size 8 shoes 😆 😆 i am sure after her make over the boys will start drooling 😳 😆 continue soon

👏 👏 👏 it is so good 👏 👏 👏