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yes we will, I hope you post something soonOriginally posted by: latha_555
now even if you dont write we will keep pestering you
awh!😳Originally posted by: latha_555
now even if you dont write we will keep pestering you
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thanks😳Originally posted by: k.taddy123
looks like a intresting story... waiting to reading this plz update soon...!!
Prologue
No one comes in this world with the word of honour from the God. Life places as many hurdles in its way as one can imagine but Astha had learned to defeat them whatsoever. It had to be a series of mere hard luck which prevented her from getting appointed in any of the three institutions she had applied. Three consecutive defeats were hanging on her like a dagger when she entered in for an interview in the ASM Constructions that day.
To add more to her misery she collided into someone.
"I am extremely sorry sir..." She hastened to pick the file which had landed in the process.
"It's okay... haven't seen you here much? In for an interview?" He asked.
Astha nodded. He smiled, almost apologetically.
"Good luck then!" And the look on his face read Dear MD is in rotten moods'
Little did poor Astha know that a tornado was about to strike off the last few strands of peace in her life even sooner then she could predict. In a while she was called in. There right in the middle of the oldy goldy Board Of Directors' was a face vague but soon the memories were flushed clear. It was the same face of...
Oh My great God!' Astha's spinning mind shouted on the top of its voice. It had to be one of those dreadful dreams, she wished. Her stomach did incessant cartwheels and everything seemed to be on a verge of breakdown.