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This is a story of a girl Mehek Sharma who loved flowers, sunsets and mountains. A girl who loved writing and had dreams bigger than universe. But what will happen when unforseen circumstances land her to a place where none of the thi...
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Ever since I moved to NYC, I had a purpose, a new aim, a new path that could lead me to something I would happily walk into, being a writer.
That was all I ever wanted. But since I saw Mayank, I couldn't help but wonder why he entered my life again. Why can't I live my life peacefully? I definitely hated him. Things went on for a while. We avoided each other, which was fine by me. But then he decided to become a part of my life. He showed the world that we're together, just for his company, to make more profits. I know he's selfish. But I didn't really have a choice.
Things went well until we went for that interview. He was being nice to me. Why? I don't know.
He had decided to be the gentleman and instead of giving me the cold shoulder, he was becoming warm and affectionate. I was clueless about his intentions. I fell for him. I allowed him to become a part of my life again. It was a fake relationship for the media, a fake relationship for the company, fake smiles, and fake dinners. Everything was fake, but my heart pounded when he smiled when he called me while he was away on his business trips, how he'd hold my hand in public, and most importantly, how he looked at me with those shiny chocolate brown eyes.
Those brown eyes! But he never crossed his limits. It was always just for paps. I was not bothered by his loyalty, he behaved more like the Mayank I had fallen in love with.
I was afraid of that.
I escorted him to dinners, parties, and social events, wherever it was necessary. And all the while, we pretended to be a happy couple. His hand never left mine, except when he had to be on stage or when I had to use the ladies room. We laughed, talked in front of people, and clicked pictures, glued to each other.
Perhaps, it was not the end!
What has changed? The answer is simple. Mayank. HE HAS CHANGED!
I couldn't help but admit that I missed HIM.
But I won't tell him. Firstly, I was too shy to admit it. And secondly, things weren't the same as before. There was still a thin curtain of awkwardness between us, on both ends actually.
I still remember the last time when he picked me up that morning, the day when he left for Miami;
Flashback to that morning
My alarm came down at around 7:00 am. I have enough time to get ready till Mayank picks me. I did a quick workout and took a long shower. It often helped me relax. However, I couldn't decide what I should be wearing. I rummaged through my closet carefully to find something and then I found a black shirt, it looked perfect. I paired it with a beige trouser and cream heels. As soon as I was done with my routine, I heard a knock on the door.
