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KNOCK KNOCK! WHOSE IT? ITS ME..DESTINY!!
There are places where you expect to bump into your friends, colleagues, and well, people who you don't like much. But you certainly don't expect to see Hollywood directors in your office, waiting for you and the entire crowd giving you doubtful expressions.
"Zoe, director kell is looking for you." Jessie informed zoya when she, like any other day came to the office. The statement was more like a shock than excitement to her. She stood still, with her eyes open wide and brows scrunched together as her mind refused to make sense out of what Jessie just said.
"Whose waiting?"
"DIRECTOR KELL! Omg god zoe. Are you interviewing him today?" Jessie clapped excitedly as if it was the most thrilling thing.
"What's so cool about interviewing a director Jessie... wait WHAT? DIRECTOR KELL? IN MY OFFICE??
Jesus Christ why?"
"What do you mean why! Didn't you call him?"
"Jessie, your brain cells are dead! Why on earth will I call him! And you are talking as if all he has to do is to wait for my call and come to my office, just because I need to interview me! Who do you thing I m! Prince Charles?" She scoffed.
"I don't know man. He's waiting. Go and see, what has brought him here!"
...
Zoya took slow steps towards her office nervously and the entire office was all set to snoop. She closed the door of her room and saw Kell, sitting on the sofa sipping coffee.
Kell was The most merciful and compassionate incarnation when it came to direction in Hollywood. Excellence was the word that described his work and his passion for direction was undying. However zoya didn't have much liking towards him because as much as he was good in his profession, he certainly was a chameleon. As she has read, His mind swings were the most unpredictable things on earth. One moment he could be nice to someone and then the next lash out. Or he could fake a smile and pretend to be good, but once their back is turn, he could be building a massive plan behind that person's back - a plan of true evil.
But as much as she despised him, she still remembered her etiquettes.
"mmm..hello sir, I am zoya farooqui, how can I help you?" She said with an edgy smile.
"A very good morning to you too miss farooqui"
Kell returned the smile while keeping his cup on the table.
"And well, yes, you certainly can help me. I hope you know who I m right"
"yes sir of course I know you. Tell me, how I am helpful."
Mr. Kell's lips curved into a wicked smile and zoya DID NOT like it. She could smell something fishy. But damn this courtesy, she had had to smile back!
"miss zoya, you may find it funny, but you see, I have seen you on T.V many a times and I have this offer of my film for you"
And the look on her face was worth watching. Her jaw completely revolted to shut back and eyes were too adamant to blink. There was a moment of complete silence for two minutes till Mr. Kill found it too awkward. He coughed to get her over with the jolt.
"Miss farooqui are you with me?"
She finally returned from her state of shock and tried to frame a proper sentence.
"Y.yes sir. But me? I don't act sir, i can't act. M, m just a journalist. M sorry, i cant."
"Oh, you don't worry. Its my duty to make you act. And yeah, you are coming for the shoots from
tomorrow. Remember i hate late comers! And miss farooqui.."
"yes"
"Thank you for the coffee!"
With his final declaration, he left. Leaving a highly confused and baffled zoya back. Her forehead crinkled in confusion and she kept looking around ,her eyes kept darting back and forth in a speed of light. What the fcuk did just happen?'
If it was some other girl, got offered a movie by the GOD himself, she would have been dead by now. But it was zoya we were talking about! Being normal was not her cup of tea, or in this case, a cup of coffee! She was more rooted to the ground than a tree and seemed motionless for eternity. It wasn't like she hated industry, but no way in hell she was going to join it. No offence to Hollywood stars man, she had her own reasons.
Knowing she wont be able to work anymore, she decided to call off the day.
...
It was late december and it was a snowy day . Zoya came back to her home and went to the kitchen to make herself a cup of warm coffee. She lived in a flat she bought with the money she had with her job. It wasn't something luxurious but it was a simple two bedroom flat with one washroom, one living room, one dining area and a small kitchen, but it was cozy, and that's what mattered most. She wasn't the most social of people like she had once been. She was quiet and kept mostly to herself. Her friend circle included just 4 people. Haidar, Jessie, Aayan , and najma. Jessie and najma were her work friends whereas Haidar and Aayan were her neighbors. They both were roomies, occupied one of the three flats of the floor. These three were best of friends and the only people who could break thorough the shell zoya had mahe over these years. They knew everything about her.
As she made her coffee, her mind did a quick rewind of the day's event, she preferred to have a tea. Zoya wondered if she ever be able to have one small cup of coffee!
She stood at her window and saw the entire city from her 13th floor. It had been 10 long years. Things had changed. She was changed. But the change certainly didn't mean she would start acting.. She chuckled at that thought. What an irony. Zoya farooqui always wanted to be the top most heroine when she was young and now when she didn't want to face camera ever, she was offered a movie. Doing a film was surely her dream, but he was fulfilling it, and she was contend with that. She was living her dreams through him. And trust her if she says it was worth.
...
I hope you'll like it.
You ought to leave reviews for the updates. BAS. NO COMMENTS and NO LIKES = NO UPDATE 🤬
* My entrance went very well. Thanks for asking every 1 😊
KNOCK KNOCK! WHOSE IT? ITS ME..DESTINY!!
There are places where you expect to bump into your friends, colleagues, and well, people who you don't like much. But you certainly don't expect to see Hollywood directors in your office, waiting for you and the entire crowd giving you doubtful expressions.
"Zoe, director kell is looking for you." Jessie informed zoya when she, like any other day came to the office. The statement was more like a shock than excitement to her. She stood still, with her eyes open wide and brows scrunched together as her mind refused to make sense out of what Jessie just said.
"Whose waiting?"
"DIRECTOR KELL! Omg god zoe. Are you interviewing him today?" Jessie clapped excitedly as if it was the most thrilling thing.
"What's so cool about interviewing a director Jessie... wait WHAT? DIRECTOR KELL? IN MY OFFICE??
Jesus Christ why?"
"What do you mean why! Didn't you call him?"
"Jessie, your brain cells are dead! Why on earth will I call him! And you are talking as if all he has to do is to wait for my call and come to my office, just because I need to interview me! Who do you thing I m! Prince Charles?" She scoffed.
"I don't know man. He's waiting. Go and see, what has brought him here!"
...
Zoya took slow steps towards her office nervously and the entire office was all set to snoop. She closed the door of her room and saw Kell, sitting on the sofa sipping coffee.
Kell was The most merciful and compassionate incarnation when it came to direction in Hollywood. Excellence was the word that described his work and his passion for direction was undying. However zoya didn't have much liking towards him because as much as he was good in his profession, he certainly was a chameleon. As she has read, His mind swings were the most unpredictable things on earth. One moment he could be nice to someone and then the next lash out. Or he could fake a smile and pretend to be good, but once their back is turn, he could be building a massive plan behind that person's back - a plan of true evil.
But as much as she despised him, she still remembered her etiquettes.
"mmm..hello sir, I am zoya farooqui, how can I help you?" She said with an edgy smile.
"A very good morning to you too miss farooqui"
Kell returned the smile while keeping his cup on the table.
"And well, yes, you certainly can help me. I hope you know who I m right"
"yes sir of course I know you. Tell me, how I am helpful."
Mr. Kell's lips curved into a wicked smile and zoya DID NOT like it. She could smell something fishy. But damn this courtesy, she had had to smile back!
"miss zoya, you may find it funny, but you see, I have seen you on T.V many a times and I have this offer of my film for you"
And the look on her face was worth watching. Her jaw completely revolted to shut back and eyes were too adamant to blink. There was a moment of complete silence for two minutes till Mr. Kill found it too awkward. He coughed to get her over with the jolt.
"Miss farooqui are you with me?"
She finally returned from her state of shock and tried to frame a proper sentence.
"Y.yes sir. But me? I don't act sir, i can't act. M, m just a journalist. M sorry, i cant."
"Oh, you don't worry. Its my duty to make you act. And yeah, you are coming for the shoots from
tomorrow. Remember i hate late comers! And miss farooqui.."
"yes"
"Thank you for the coffee!"
With his final declaration, he left. Leaving a highly confused and baffled zoya back. Her forehead crinkled in confusion and she kept looking around ,her eyes kept darting back and forth in a speed of light. What the fcuk did just happen?'
If it was some other girl, got offered a movie by the GOD himself, she would have been dead by now. But it was zoya we were talking about! Being normal was not her cup of tea, or in this case, a cup of coffee! She was more rooted to the ground than a tree and seemed motionless for eternity. It wasn't like she hated industry, but no way in hell she was going to join it. No offence to Hollywood stars man, she had her own reasons.
Knowing she wont be able to work anymore, she decided to call off the day.
...
It was late december and it was a snowy day . Zoya came back to her home and went to the kitchen to make herself a cup of warm coffee. She lived in a flat she bought with the money she had with her job. It wasn't something luxurious but it was a simple two bedroom flat with one washroom, one living room, one dining area and a small kitchen, but it was cozy, and that's what mattered most. She wasn't the most social of people like she had once been. She was quiet and kept mostly to herself. Her friend circle included just 4 people. Haidar, Jessie, Aayan , and najma. Jessie and najma were her work friends whereas Haidar and Aayan were her neighbors. They both were roomies, occupied one of the three flats of the floor. These three were best of friends and the only people who could break thorough the shell zoya had mahe over these years. They knew everything about her.
As she made her coffee, her mind did a quick rewind of the day's event, she preferred to have a tea. Zoya wondered if she ever be able to have one small cup of coffee!
She stood at her window and saw the entire city from her 13th floor. It had been 10 long years. Things had changed. She was changed. But the change certainly didn't mean she would start acting.. She chuckled at that thought. What an irony. Zoya farooqui always wanted to be the top most heroine when she was young and now when she didn't want to face camera ever, she was offered a movie. Doing a film was surely her dream, but he was fulfilling it, and she was contend with that. She was living her dreams through him. And trust her if she says it was worth.
...
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