"You had no authority to do this. It wasn't her destiny, and clearly, he is bound to another! You had no right to interfere like this!"
"And she did not deserve her lot. She is just a child!"
The youngest of the three Fates stood her ground in front of her two sisters.
She couldn't explain why this particular mortal had affected her more than any of the millions for whom she had woven their life threads, but she had. She had watched the young girl shatter, and her life force fade, first after the attack on her body, and later, when the corruption around her prevented the evildoer from being punished. But a few days prior, her destiny took a twist when a man unknown, decided to retaliate on the behalf of a stranger, and give the child the justice she deserved. But teenager's thread was so weak now, and there stood a very good chance that mortal justice would come too late.
She knew that she would alter the man's fate, just as she had known that her oldest sister was no more than a day away from severing the young girl's thread bringing a sad and unjust end to the special child's life. No one would blame the teenager for making the choice she had, not after what she had been through. However, with one not entirely altruistic move, Shaurya Khanna had anonymously thrown the teenage girl a lifeline. His determination for the task, seemed as strong as the thread that represented the man. The youngest Fate ran her fingers over the man's life thread. It felt unbreakable. And that's when the idea had come to the youngest of the females who controlled destiny.
The tattered thread of the young girl's shattered life had now been reinforced by the strength of Shaurya Khanna's, and now a viable future lay ahead of her. The fact that the act would forever link the pair was problematic, but it had been the lessor of two evils in her mind.
"Do you realize what you have done, any idea how many lives you have changed," the eldest of the Moirai screeched at her sibling. In an unheard act, she ordered the middle sister to show them what would come now from the rash choice their sister had made. The man's attraction to the girl should they ever meet would be undeniable, and completely reciprocated. It would be disastrous.
The young goddess's face blanched as she watched the upheaval that would come to so many lives in the years ahead. So much pain...all due to her.
"Stick to what you know, Sister," her elder commanded her, before storming out of the great hall.
The shaken deity slumped to the ground. "What have I done," she whispered. She looked up when her remaining sibling's hand came to rest on her shoulder.
"There may be a way to fix this," she cautioned, as she approached the loom and attempted to unravel the conjoined strands without too much damage to the lives they represented.
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Many, many years later...
The interview was not going well at all. However, this time it had nothing to do with the applicant. Rather it was him. His distraction for the task had begun as soon as she entered. The sight of her had rendered him speechless; it was if a goddess had deigned to visit him. Inanely, a vision of his late grandparents enjoying his discomfiture from their heavenly abode, popped into his head. Considering that he had known neither of them, it made the thought even stranger. However, until today, the advice passed down from father to son to all the Khanna males: never to discount a female with a soft womanly figure hadn't applied much. But then again, he had never encountered anyone like her either.
Oh God, Shaurya thought, what was her name? He glanced down at the resume in front of him. Annaliese, right, he thought: Chef Annaliese M. Sh.. no way, this couldn't be.
His head shot up again and stared at the woman with an open mouth.
Sharma, he finished in his head...Chef Annaliese M. Sharma.
He cleared his throat. He had to start this interview.
"Thank you for coming today, Chef Sharma. If you don't mind me asking, what does the M stand for?"
The young woman across from him blinked. Clearly this was not what she had expected to be the first question of this job interview.
A soft pout came to the full, entirely kissable, mouth he was fixating on, and Shaurya felt the blood rush to his groin. Oh yeah, he thought. Without a doubt the man, after whom he had been named, was definitely up in heaven enjoying this. And would even more if one particular name spilled from her lips.
"Bolo Ms. Sharma."
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