Hello, and welcome to my dreamworld once again, I know, surprised ahhhhhh, not one but two fanfics ......... am in a very christmasy mood 😆 what do u know.
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Page numbers
Ch 1 pg 1, Ch 2 pg 3, Ch 3 pg 15, Ch 4 pg 29, Ch 5 pg 42, Ch 6 pg 55, Ch 7 pg 63, Ch 8 pg 71, Ch 9 pg 77, Ch 10 pg 97, Ch 11 pg 109, Ch 12 pg 117, Ch 13 pg 128, Ch 14 pg 139, Ch 15 pg 151, Ch 16 pg 162, Ch 17 pg 171, Ch 18 pg 181, Ch 19-A pg 199, Ch 19-B pg 209, Ch 19-C pg 225, Ch 20 pg 235, Ch 21 pg 248, Ch 22 pg 261, Epilogue pg 268
EVERYTIME IT RAINS
Chapter One
The revolving doors felt as though they were chasing her heels as she struggled to make it out into the early evening air. They only added to the lingering feeling that her interview had gone badly, possibly worse than the other eleven she'd already had at various marketing agencies across Manhattan.
Heaving a long sigh to try and expunge the feeling of abject misery that was starting to encroach at the corners of her soul, Bani tilted her head back and stared up at the sky. The heavy grey clouds that lingered there made her pine for the clear blue skies of her native California. In all her life, she'd never experienced as much rain as she had done in the past three months in New York City.
Looking at her watch, she silently cursed as she realized that she'd been in the interview for over two hours and there was still no hope of getting the job. She'd felt nothing positive in her time in the meeting room, not one sign that they were going to consider her for the position.
Stepping out into the street, she shrieked as the heavens opened, the clouds above her blackening and knitting closer together as they poured their contents down onto the unsuspecting populous of the city.
Bani dashed straight back under the porch of the building she had just exited and growled low in frustration.
Today was not her day.
Bani stared blankly at the rain as it fell heavily, rapidly creating a sheet of water on the road and puddles on the pavement. She watched it gurgle down a nearby drain and then raised her eyes up to follow the drops as they fell in rapid succession, so close together that she could barely make out the buildings opposite her.
Three months, thirty-two rejections outright, and twelve interviews, three of which had been today. According to Rano's calculations, they should have both had jobs two and a half months ago. Instead, she was still jobless, and now the funds were running dangerously low. Not only was this city lacking in work, it was at least twice as expensive as her hometown.
Closing her eyes briefly, Bani felt like laughing at how foolish she'd been for not listening to her mother's warning about what the big cities were like, and being stubborn in her idea. She couldn't aske her mother for money now, not after she'd flatly told her that she could make it on her own – just watch her. She let her shoulders sag and realized that she was too young for this. She was barely out of college and trying to make it in a city like New York. No one was going to hire her. They didn't want an inexperienced girl like herself. They wanted an experienced woman.
"Or a man," she thought.
Opening her eyes, she looked down at her jacket, the tan coloured suede marred by dark patches where the drops of rain had hit her before she'd managed to make it under the shelter of the building.
"Shoot." Bani frowned, and then pouted for good measure, not caring if people were looking at her. She was young, she could pout if she wanted to. She felt like poking her tongue out at a woman as she breezed past her, a large umbrella shielding her from the downpour.
Bani's eyes widened as she watched the umbrellas bobbing up and down the street, zigzagging domes of blue, black, red, green, and white.
Slipping one strap of her oversized bag off her shoulder, she pulled it open and began to rifle through it, her movements growing more desperate and verging on frantic as she quietly cursed herself. She swore that she'd packed the umbrella this morning, Rano had mentioned it and she remembered picking it up off the side table in the small hallway of their apartment, It had been right next to the mock-Tiffany lamp.
"Shoot!" she said again, and this time accompanied it with a stamp of her foot.
"You alright, miss?" The dulcet tones of a very polished Indian/American accent cut through her thoughts and Bani found that the interruption wasn't at all unpleasant.
Raising her head slowly, she followed the black pants up past the back shirt until she reached his face. The frown of concern that he was wearing instantly made Bani's knees weak.
Jai blinked as Bani looked up. Her big brown eyes stirred something inside him until his stomach felt hot and his chest grew tight. She smiled slightly and it caused her cheeks to turn cherub like; perfect round, peach-like globes that made her cute enough to eat – boy did he want to.
As Bani fought for something to say, Jai studied her face, her smooth complexion and little button nose leading his eyes down to her shiny red lips. He was astounded that her lips were the only part of her that make up had touched. He'd grown used to seeing the girls in this city plastered in make up and now he was faced by something so natural, but so beautiful all the same, that it only made her seem an even more heavenly creature.
"Well she looked just seventeen
You know what I mean
And the way she looked
Was way beyond compare
So how could I walk away from her
Oh, when I saw her standing there."
Bigg Boss 19
