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Prologue.
I hurriedly run on the sidewalk trying to catch the taxi that I tagged down before the driver gets tired and leaves. I was wearing black pumps, black pencil skirt, and red blouse with a black coat over it. Today I had interview in AR Industries. It was one top best fashion industries worldwide. And part of its branch was opening in San Francisco, California. I wasn't applying for being a designer but their magazine editor. The person who wrote about the clothes. (Okay you're wondering why I keep on writing on California. I live in Indiana but have lived in California my whole life. It's where my other heart is. I love California to my core. I can see all the streets and all the locations in my mind without looking up at something.)
"HEY!" I yell as I see the cab leaving. I jump up and down practically bawling at how I was going to be late to the interview. I was never late for anything. Never. "GREAT! Just great!" seeing that I spilled my favorite daily intake of Starbucks Grande Chai Tea Latte that I just bought five minutes ago and only sipped it twice. Argh! I said as tried to clean myself. I sense somebody stopping . " Here, hold this." I said to whoever it was and give my precious half chai latte.
"What the-?" says the stranger.
However, I ignored whoever it was. Couldn't they just do what they were told? I cleaned myself up by grabbing the tissue packs I carried around with myself everywhere. I ignored the person who stared at me, "Great, just great. Today I have my interview and look at me. How will Arnav Singh Raizada hire me! I prepared myself for this day for months. MONTHS! Finally, I land an interview with him to take the place for editor. Hey Devi Maiya, I love you, then why me?! Why Khushi Kumari Gupta!" I blabbered on ignoring the person who stood beside me now. "I'm going to die. Die! I'm only 24! If I don't get to this interview, I am on the streets in no time. Ahhh! How are my dreams going to come true? How will I get married? How will I have two gogli potele (meaning two kids)? I haven't even met the guy of my dreams? And what about the house I saw on 12146 Brick Avenue? My dream house is out of the picture, Khushi. What about the PS3 I wanted to get? I wanted to play Final Fantasy X! What about the green scarf I saw in Express? What..." I blabbered on as always did when I got nervous and stressful.
Finally I stopped blabbering as my outfit was now cleaned. I look around her, forgetting where I put her chai latter. Now where did I put it."Looking for this?" says a strong male voice. I look up and gasp and put my hands on my mouth. I thought I was alone, completely forgetting that I handed someone my chai latte. I had thought that I standing alone, but not. There was someone else standing before her. And it didn't look good. Because the person standing before me was the one and only Arnav Singh Raizada. The person who was going to interview me! The founder and CEO of AR Industries. Somebody help!
PLEASE DO NOT TAKE COPY OR STEAL IDEAS FROM MY WORK- IT IS A MORAL OFFENSE. THIS WORK WAS SOLEY WRITTEN FROM MY POINT OF VIEW WITHOUT ANYBODY'S HELP.
Chapter Index:
CID
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Bigg Boss 19
Bade Achhe Lagte Hain
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