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actually i am not getting a ff i'm searching for
i think its name is somthing like "beginings and endings"
plzz tell me the url of this ff/ss/os!!! OR JUST TELL THE NAME OF THE FF/SS/OS
and the story is
There was a white Rose on her Desk in the morning. It stood in a slender porcelain Vase, a bud only. Of course she knew who had sent it. Baffled, she dropped into the chair behind her desk and stared at it.
And then she heard the voice of the man who had done it. Lifting her head up, she stared at the Television that showed him.
"This is A.A. Khan, reporting for India News."
After his brief-in, the screen switched to the location shot and Asad Ahmed Khan's Stand-up. With a frown, Zoya watched him. Though it was no more than thirty degree with a wicked windchill factor, he wore his court unbuttoned. It was typical.
He had a rugged, weather-tanned face Zoya associated with a mountain climber and the stream-lined body of long-distance runners. Both professions required endurance. So did reporting. AA.Khan was all reporter. His eyes were dark and intense, locking on the viewers and holding them. His dark hair blew furiously around his face, giving his report an air of urgency. Yet his voice was clean and unhurried. The contrast worked for him more successfully than the flash or gimmicks worked for others.
Zoya's resentment against him was instinctive. She specialized in the political beat for the local broadcast. Khan was her Nemesis. He guarded his turf with the ferocity of a dog in a junkyard. He was rooted in Delhi. She was still the New Kid in the Block. And he wasn't giving her any room. It seemed inevitable that when she had a hot lead, he had been there first.
Zoya had spent months searching for criticism. It wasn't accurate to call him flashy. Khan dressed down the job, wearing nothing to distract his viewers. His style was nothing but straight-forward. His reports had depth and bite while he remained objective. There was no way that she could find a fault in the way he worked. All she could criticize him was for his arrogance.
And as for her, she had wanted to make her name in Journalism. New Delhi, she felt was the perfect place for it. she didn't mind dirty work, though her smooth, narrow hands looked as if they were accustomed only to the silks and satins of life. At twenty-eight, she had achieved whatever a young Journalist would aspire for. Except for the fact that she still couldn't replace that man on TV.
Involuntarily, she was brought out of her fuming mode by a voice behind her.
"Ahem.. Looks like someone's sending you Roses every other day..."
Zoya looked up at Neel, a Camera-man and a very good friend of hers as well. Zoya widened her eyes at the words of Neel. Well, she had wanted to smile at that but ego was one deliberate wh**e, wasn't she?
"What? Chuck it Neel, Me and him?? No way!!" she said, waving her hands exasperately.
"Yeah Yeah, I know it. Ab chalo.. we need to interview that Singhania." He said.
"hell yeah,Lets go... Aman will kill me if I don't get it done..."
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