Enchanter: A Rom. Comedy **Note on Pg. 126** - Page 38

I toss to my left then to my right. Somehow the image couldn't go away. It couldn't die out away like I always did when I thought of something. One way or another it kept appearing in my head over and over again. The image of her twirling around in her office when she thought she was alone; the image of her twirling around while she held papers in her hand and read her staff's work out aloud. I smile at the thought and smack myself lightly yet again for thinking of her.

I sit in my chair as I look outside while I talk to Aman on the phone. There right below me was her running. She was dressed in all black. Her hair was down today and she was wearing a black pleated skirt with a belted black jacket . I smile as she looks to her left and right, babbling something as the traffic keeps on coming. I laugh as a taxi swarms past fastly causing her to frighten, probably thinking it was going to run over her. I laugh at how she raises her hand and yells at the taxi driver who is long gone now. She was undoubtedly ranting on how taxis were so discourteous to her and probably trying to spell them from her video game spells. This girl was unbelievable; who knew what would happen if the whole world was in her hands. But if she had the world in her hands, so many people would be peaceful and happy. Just like her. I shake my head and look away, but turn back to see her jiggling her way on the green pedestrian light and mumbling to herself as her Starbuck's cup fumbled with her. Somehow I couldn't get her out of my mind. Damn it Khushi!

I unlock my phone and go through images and click on the image of her. It was a picture of her playing in the snow in New York. She had her tongue out and was smiling happily as she tried to catch a snowflake. I snapped it when she wasn't looking, and somehow I always went to sleep by looking at this picture.

I walk my way to the editor floor, ignoring the stupid PA of mine who couldn't even get anything straight. This was my twentieth PA in my three years. Last PA sent me to the hospital after giving a sugary snack instead of unsweetened. Then the PA before that accidentally thought I was her friend and texted how big of b**ch I was. And the list just continued. I grabbed one of the AR magazines and nodded my head as people stopped on the sides to greet me. I smiled internally from the new-yet familiar face I saw from her office window. There she was, beaming and twirling around in her chair as she read something on her monitor. I stopped by her door and constructed my face to a stern mood. Somehow, it was hard to be malicious in front of her. She was a kid and who could be stern at a kid?

"Morning." I say to her and laugh internally as she spills her drink and stares at me with wide eyes. She looks at her spill then back at me. I knew she was babbling something in her head because she kept dancing with her eyes and twisting her fingers. I cleared my throat to get her attention.

"Uh-good morning!" She says to me in her angelic voice. I chuckle as I make my way toward her and she instantaneously jumps out of her chair. I sit in her chair and take my phone out. Somehow, Everytime I was with her, I got nervous just a bit. I swear if Di was here, she would be cracking up at seeing her Chote getting nervous from a girl. But she wasn't here anymore. I stare at the blank screen and pretend to be busy in it but from my left eye I see her glaring at me. "Me and Muskaan watched Mulan last night! I love that movie. I miss the 90's. When I was little in elementary, we would watch movies every Friday in school and have a party. I would bring cupcakes, coke, and some other stuff. While others brought more stuff. I love those days. (I swear...if I was asked to go back in time...i would pick the 90s loved...everything was so clean and peaceful back then. Now...it's all sexual and scary). I love Eddie Murphy in it. He's so funny!" Khushi goes on and on. I smile at her even though I don't know what Mulan was or is. I never watched movies in my life. Ever since I was born, I was born with accountabilities. Born with catastrophes and catastrophes, and more. It felt good to hear about someone who was the opposite for once. If Di were here, she would be talking nonstop with Khushi and driving me off the wall while I smiled and let them. "You know what I don't get?" Khushi asks me.

I raise my eyebrows, indicating her to continue. Which she would anyways. "I never get why they make a whooped-do movie and then the second movie turns flop. You know what I think?" I raise my eyebrows again as I check outside the window. I notice some of the employees' texting on their phones and snickering over something. I lean in to look at a closer angle. I try to tune Khushi out but her loud voice keeps ringing in my ears. "...I always thought I should be an actress. I'm good at reciting and I love movies. And when there's a function, everybody always tells me to perform. When my parents threw me a surprise 18^th birthday or should I say they tried to throw me one. I actually caught them but went on with it. I mean it's not that difficult to know that they're throwing a birthday party when you put everything above the refrigerator and in the pantry. (me and my mom did this for my dad's 40^th birthday. He never checks the refrigerator...never...but that day he did. Argh. He saw all the 40^th candles and icing decorating pens from which I was going to make cake for him. And darn his employee whose birthday was the next and couldn't keep his mouth closed when we told him too. And worse...me and my planned to finish the deocoration. My dad always comes home late but that day he came home at noon! Argh...he comes and says no need. ) And it's kind of obvious when you're on the phone and whispering 18^th birthday party on Friday. And nobody! Nobody can surprise me, Khushi Kumari Gupta." I stared at Ted as he took around the staff lounge while gnawing down a Hershey candy bar and turned back to Khushi who was babbling on and on, not even caring that she was at work.

"Aman, I need that god damn file. I've been asking you for two days now. Where the hell is that god damn file. It's not a toy that you can play around with!" I yell at Aman, who's standing right in front of me. I needed that important file. It held everything, all the documents I needed. All the documents that Di had tried to send to me.

I hear somebody knock on the door. "Come in!" I roar at them with anger. I hear the door close quietly and turn around with anger, "What the hell is it-" I stop as I see Khushi cringing back from my voice. I take a deep breath and turn around. "What is it Ms. Gupta?" I say formerly, trying not to say Khushi.

"I'm sorry. I'll go and uh-" Khushi stops from hearing somebody knock on the door. I turn around and press the button to open the door. And there stood the boring stupidest girl in the world, Sheila http://www.simplydresses.com/popups/biggerimage.cfm?cataId=PD&productid=727126&imgindex=1 . The plastic doll. The only reason she was my top model was because she was good at bringing my clothing out. Otherwise she was a waste of time. I look at Khushi who staring at her nonsense dress. I glare at Sheila whose runs up to me. I tried to take a step back from her and her ill perfume. God, I hated when people put too much perfume on. It was like they were trying to suffocate me.

I choke when I see Khushi sending evil daggers at Sheila with her eyes and trying to kick her too. Khushi looks at me and jumps back. I smile at her and turn my attention to Sheila. "What is it Sheila?"

"Oh nothing ASR. I just came to tell you that Jyoti messaged me that the designs are done. I was just wondering if you want to come and then later we could-um-hang out my place." Sheila says to me as she grabs my silver tie and plays with it. I look at Khushi and see her gaping and her hands popping her eyes out at us. I clear my throat again and look at Sheila.

"Sheila, if you cannot see. There's two people besides us in my office. And this is my office, so especially no talking of nonsense." I look at Khushi and see her wiggling her eyebrows at Sheila and smirking. I could tell easily that she was probably saying take that chimpanzee and more. I look at Sheila and give her my stern business look while laughing at Khushi's expression internally. ( I don't like jealousy love...i want them to confess their likes for each other without any controversy or jealousy)

Sheila looks around and tosses her hair as if that meant everything. I knew people like this. They were so stupid to understand at first. "Okay. Then how about we hang out at your place." Sheila says as she purrs at me. I groan and step back.

"ANNA!" I roar to my PA. This was the reason I liked Anna. I knew Anna had the hots for me and would do anything if a girl flirted with me. Anna comes barging in with her fragrance spray, which she kept with her everywhere...she wanted everything to smell fruity, and points at everybody. I send her daggers toward Sheila. Anna glared at Sheila.

"Sheila, your puppy smells like baby wipes." As Anna makes fake gagging sounds. Seriously, baby wipes? "I hate baby wipes. They smell like rotten potatoes." Anna says from my glar and points outside where sat that ugly devil pink cloth poodle. Hated that animal. That idiot ruined my designed dress to which I worked six months on for the summer fashion line. Sheila pushes me away and runs like a snail to her devil.

I shut the door after pointing Aman and Anna to leave. I look at Khushi, who's turned sideways down and staring at Sheila kissing her devil. I clear my throat, making her jump. Khushi looks at me and points at the devil and Sheila. "Is sshe...kk-?" Khushi stutters.

"Yeah, she's kisses her dog." I answer as I take a seat.

"Wow." Khushi takes a deep breath and sits down on the chair opposite from mine. I sense her babbling in her head and lean forward to her, "Here I alleged that I was the zaniest person on this planet. Hey Devi Maiya, lak lak shukriya (sorry for the wrong spelling)." I smile as I see her gesturing to herself. Khushi looks at me and smiles like a innocent two-year-old. "I just came here to show the article I wrote over the winter ideal dress. Jyoti also sent me a picture. Um, here." Khushi hands me the typed paper.

After few minutes, I look at her, who's swinging in her chair from left to right. She looks at me and raises her eyebrows. I look at her and then at the paper. Her writing was just like her, except little bit mature. I loved it. "Okay, just needs a bit of work. Focus more on the essentials of it." I hand the paper back. She frowns but instantly smiles and nods her head. I loved her for that. She never gave up and kept a positive attitude. She gets up but I quickly get up. She looks at me as I look back up at her. Damn it. Why did I get up? "Hi." Khushi says to me as if that explains everything.

"I need you to write some few articles for me. Not for the magazine but for this stupid Forbes page I have to do. Do you mind? I'll pay you for overtime for that." I say to her as she frowns and then smiles.

"YES!" She yells at me and I take a step back. Okay. Well, that's great. I look at her with one raised eyebrows, trying to figure what was so exciting that she was rubbing her hands for.

"Great. Um, I'll text you my address. I have to leave, so just come over to my house. It's not far from your place much. Bring Muskaan and Lavanya over if you want to. Rahul stays with me, so he'll keep them occupied." I quickly say to her as I see her go nervous. After a few seconds, Khushi smiles at me and nods her head. I wave at her and press the close-door button and sigh.

I walk out of my office but reverse back to pick up of my niece's immigrant filing papers.

I wrote this for you guys...but I'm not good at this stuff. I'll like to stick to Khushi's perspective. The Khushi in this story...is me...so I know how to write my perspective.

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Take the chance and never let go

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by yourself and not what people to see

never blame anyone if you get hurt

because you took the risk and you decided

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