Chapter 1:
Paris is a beautiful city. D CITY OF LOVE! Walking in d evening sunlight in autumn season to a famous street restaurant isblissful refreshment for Taani Shergil, the renowned fashion designer of ‘LAKME’ multinational company. After indebted functional working hours, she resisted d urge to fall into bed, to have quiet peaceful sleep. Instead, she preferred some isolated moments to unleash out all d worries and responsibilities.
She waggled serenely inside d restaurant passing a pleasant smile to d coffee maker, in response receiving insurmountable admiration. Her long light brown hairs brushed past her waist,at d end curling in springs. Her dark brown eyes fixated gingerly inside d black sunglasses. Her long slim body articulated in black leather pants tucked under red full sleeved t-shirt. To rescue d harshness of weather her ankleswere tucked in black booties and a red patched black zebra scarf circled acrossher neck. The red cross-body bag was hung delicately. Unlike d luxurious fivestar hotels, d ambience was incredulously tranquil. The beverages served in left counter, distinguishing d spare of food processing at right. The countable tables huddled in d small space were almost filled. People ate, drunk, gossiped non-chalantly. To her no surprise, one of d couple in d corner were making out passionately. It was in d beginning she was utterly horrified by d frank culture of such couples. If not for Lavin, she could never imagine overcoming such overwhelming facts.
Remembering Lavin, an agony of earnest longing replaced her heart. He’s her late husband. Those bitter sweet memories haunted her every minute of life.
“It’s common, Tannu.I guess we should try 2” He used to tease leaving her cheeks to flush beetroot red. Then he would simply laugh at her appalled expression n pull her close tohim. She would bury her face in his chest in exaggerated shy.
Reminiscent of those sweet memories brought back whole unexpected events of her life. Both met at Valdmir institute of Delhi at INDIA. It was her home town where she persuaded her degree in fashion designing. Alike, it was his passion in his work driven her unstably insane. He shared d mutual feelings. She loved him. He loved her. They got married just after receiving their graduation certificates. Her parents surprisingly supported in her decision, so as Lavin’s parents. She was happy.Indeed life poured her over-ecstasy which isn’t really a good sign, because everything crumbled into a dust, when Lavin breathed for d last time in a car crash. He died leaving her solitary life to drought. She went into depression.There was no reason for her to stay alive until ARYAN happened. It served a purpose to her life to leave. Even after d insistence of her parents, in Law’s,she didn’t want to get re married. Not even to figure a fatherly picture for ARYAN. Ominously rejecting their unrequited proposal, she immediately moved to PARIS,D INTERNATIONAL CAPITAL OF STYLE and settled in. Fortunately, her excellent skills proclaimed a wonderful job at LAKME, her dream company.
“Good day, Cappuccino?” Archie, d coffee maker handed her d brewing hot mug. He looked irresistibly gorgeous even in d red McDonald’s uniform. He was comparatively tall than d several Jewish people she had encountered. His pair of brown eyes exuded platonic amiability. His highcheek bones adored his quite attractive face. His lightly tanned skin was extremely beguiling. “Barely” She sighted sipping d hot flavor. It released warmth of addiction taste in her mouth. “Ugh……….. U should really stop being so melancholic” He twiddled his head in disapprove of her state. She shrugged n sipped d coffee. “I’m serious Miss. Shergil.” He confronted. Now she looked at him in surprise. He is one of her good friend in Paris. It’s been nearly 3 years of their friendship but he never called her by actual name. He nicknamed her as Cappuccino because of her coffee obsession. He understood her d way like noneof others understood including her BFF’s. She loved that about him. “Archie…….”She was so thankful for his concern but she didn’t needed what was about to come. “I know, I know that u don’t want me lecturing u. But still……….” There was no need to complete d sentence. She understood but it wasn’t easy to her to move on from d memories of Lavin. “Hey, u had become boring lately. Do you even realize that?” She chided mouthing d mug. “There you go……” He grinned at her friend for distracting d topic as usual.
“Archie, need u here” One of d blondegirl, co-worker in d restaurant shouted from behind. “Ugh……” Archie snorted.Taani chuckled. “Huma really likes u, man” She winked. “Huhhhh…I know” He blushed. “Go catch her” She waved him good-bye and exited from d restaurant throwing d empty plastic mug in trash can.
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The air port of Paris-CHARLES DE GAULLE huddled as usual. Some foreigners imported while few residences exported to several other places. There was nothing special but there was a person in d waiting hall who was excited beyond. He looked elegant in simple full sleeved sky blue t-shirt, jeans n blue hiking boots. A pink scarf hung his neck indicating d cold weather. His milky skin excelled d favoring beauty. His ocean blue eyes were as attractive as depth of ocean. He grinned waving to d 3 approaching figures.
“Haaaaaaaaa…….Wahi” D well built gym bodied guy exasperated in relief. He looked deadly handsome in white buttoned-up shirt, black trousers n black leather boots. His almond brown mysterious eyes peered attaining a curl on his lips. His muscular physic stiffened him as spot out. He warmly hugged his best buddy of childhood.
“How was d journey, Rey?” Wahi made aformal move.
“Quite boring” Rey glanced indicating at d other 2 people sheepishly. “Wish I had my own GF, dude. I was sick of their continuous beady-eyes-at-each-other” He chuckled lazily.
“Shut up” Only d girl of d trio, stomped his leg. He stifled a mortified cry. “Hey” She turned to Wahi beaming one of her dazzling smile which would have made him weak in past days, maybe little in present 2. He was frozen for a brief moment capturing her exotic beauty. Her black hairs were combed perfectly still in straight. Those pair of amber eyes contained d same intensity. She looked smacking sexy in a purple one-piece suit,red high heel sandals. “Hey, Vrush”He smiled in a welcome gesture. “Shaan Dude, ur hair is pretty same” He giggled looking past Vrush’s shoulder. There ambled a man rolling d suit case in inept. His dark hairs swept his collars framed artistically. His plain pair of dark black eyes accompanied by crooked spectacles contained pure innocence. Ina purple t-shirt, black trousers, purple sports shoes, he looked exactly a nerd next door. He seemed genuinely very happy to c Wahi, pulled him into a tightbone-crushing hug. After all, he was his BFF 2.
“God damn it guys, u both r behaving likegay” Rey sniffed disapprovingly. “My GF is right behind me, Rey, if in case u have any doubt about my gender” Shaan retorted in a smirk. Vrush turned red.“Oh right” Rey grunted sheepishly. “Forsaken idiots, just ease up.” Vrush chastised. “Well, r u planning to take us home?” She turned to Wahi throwing d same bossy attitude. He was staring at her. Looking straight into his eyes made her nervous as well as uncomfortable! “Of course” He swayed his gaze pulling away from her. They slithered outside. Wahi pulled a scarlet Limo out of parking lot. Trio hopped in. He drove off to d north of d city, BEREY.
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