Without being at fault, she suffered.
She suffered through an incident because of someone else's mistake.
For the sake of his daughter, he made her his assistant.
He never expected her to become more than that.
From being a stranger to him, to becom...
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I am sitting on the bench outside Laksh's house. I am five minutes early; I don't even believe in myself. What am I going to say to my guardian angel?
I raise my head and then lower my head. My two small eyes notice the group of ants looking for something.
"Hey, stop!" I shouted at the girl who was going to step on the ants. "Kya hua," she asked, I pointed at the ants. And she chuckled and sat beside me.
I tilted my head and she tilted her. I raise my eyebrows, and she raises hers. I raise my hand, and she raises her. I narrowed my eyes and she narrowed hers.
"Are you not going to ask me? Who am I?" She asked, and I shook my head. "Please, please ask me..." She says putting her hand on my shoulder.
"Okay okay. Who are you?" I ask, and she smirks. "I am not going to tell you," she says and flips her hair. I rolled my eyes.
"Tell me, am I looking beautiful?" She asked blinking thrice. I look at her clothes. She is wearing a white blouse and high-waist pants with a black purse and two suitcases by her side.
"No!" I say and turn my head on the other side. "Why are you lying?" She asks, and I look at the sky. Ok five minutes over. I put my feet on the ground and walked towards the house.
"Listen, listen, listen!" She yelled, running behind me with that heavy suitcase. I stopped on my way looking back at her.
"Please help me," She says while blinking thrice again. Stop blinking; otherwise, I will rip off your eyelashes.
"Are you blind? Can't you see I also have a heavy box in my hand?" I say smiling at her. She comes towards me and smiles. I took a step towards and she took a step forward.
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I ran my hand on my hair. After getting beaten by my mother in the early morning for not taking a bath before eight. And then again, she beat me because I made a face at the dining table when I looked at the poha—and demanded oats. I took out my glasses and put them on to save myself from the sun.
I opened the door, my jaw dropped, my eyes widened, and I removed my glasses. What the hell is happening here?
Shivi and Mehek are standing at the door. Shivi is holding the suitcase and a box. And Mehek is holding the suitcase and purse. Are they both going to live here? I don't have an extra room, tsk tsk.
