𝐘𝐞𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐢 𝐀𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞

𝐴𝑦𝑎𝑛 𝐴𝑠𝑘𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝

" Wese Kajol, Woh show Haina ? Yeh hai Pyaar usse toh Woh do actor ko Nikal ne wale hai pata hai tujhe ? " Her reaction and the way she choked made it clear that she didn't.

" Really !? I thought that it was just rumor, " she Immediately pulled her phone and search up.

" Kyu ? " Pragya di inquired, as I chewed my food and grabbed a glass of water.

" Hamare article ke Hisaab seh, It says ki they were rude to the co-actors so The Directors had to make such decision " I said and chunked down the water, Pragya di nodded.

" They were my favorites, yaar!" Kajol pouted and plopped down her phone.

I was shocked, as was everyone in my office.

" Chalo Chalo mein toh Chali, Ek toh Mera Scooty bhi leni hai " I walked towards the door with my bag on my shoulder, paused briefly to greet God, and then ran away.

I walked along the sidewalk, I couldn't help but grumble at the sorry state of the road, dodging potholes to avoid ruining my clothes.

"Kitna ghaadha hogaya hai," I muttered under my breath, sidestepping a particularly muddy puddle. Lost in thought, I hummed a tune to myself, mentally rehearsing my lines for the upcoming shoot.

Suddenly, the horn of a car jolted me out of my reverie, causing me to lose my balance and stumble to the ground.

"Bloody ghadero!" I cursed, brushing off the dirt from my clothes with frustration, relieved that I managed to avoid landing in the mud.

"Oh, hello! If you don't know how to drive, then don't!" I shouted after the retreating car, shaking my head at the audacity of some people.

"Sorry bolne mein paisa nahi lagta, bhaisab!" I yelled, ensuring the driver heard my indignation, rolling my eyes at their arrogance.

As I took a step forward, the car window rolled down, revealing a guy leaning out, sporting sunglasses and a smirk. "Sorry, You won't mind me again!" He Said...

"Pagal hai kya?" I muttered incredulously as he offered a half-hearted apology before speeding off, leaving me splattered with dirty water.

"Sandh ke aulat," I cursed at the departing car, staring down at my now drenched and muddy clothes.

Sulking, I made my way back home, the frustration of the encounter lingering in my mind.

"Hey Prabhu, jaldi change kar," Maa's concerned voice greeted me as I entered the house. Pausing her chores, she urged me to change out of my wet clothes immediately. I nodded silently, retreating to my room to swap my outfit.

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As I finally settled into my office chair, hanging my bag on its edge with a sigh of relief, my colleague Rehan couldn't help but notice my somber demeanor.

"Kya hua Aru, chehra latkake aayi hai subah se?" Rehan inquired, his concern evident in his voice. I glanced at him briefly before abruptly opening my laptop, eager to bury myself in work.

"Kya bolu, ek kutta ne mera kurta kharab kar diya, parso hi liya tha Sarojini market se," I lamented, frustration evident in my tone. It always saddened me when my carefully chosen attire was ruined, especially after putting in so much effort to get ready.