Wicked Wings [COMPLETE]

CHAPTER 1

'But why did she have to make her own daughter the namesake of that little girl years later?'

Well, that was Adrienne. She didn't boil a cauldron of thoughts and conjectures before zeroing upon things. Because for her, life had always been do or die. When her husband passed away, she never flinched at the thought of taking responsibility of her two little kids alone. She made a name for herself and gave her kids a beautiful life.

Her faith in life as well as her will power, was beyond ordinary.

She looked at Khushi with her brown eyes filled with affection and continued,

"You don't need to panic sweetheart. I have complete faith that you will clear the entrance and that too with good marks. I'm also sure that the faculty would have been impressed with your interview and would be eager to have you there. So don't worry and relax. All right?"

This discussion would lead her to nowhere good, Khushi knew that pretty well. However, that moment she was ready to give up anything to have that talk ended for good.

So just for the sake of it, Khushi gave her mom a light smile, pretending that she followed her words and continued playing with the on-off key of her cell phone.

"The interview"

Yes, that was the only thing, where she hadn't screwed up.

It went well.

Pretty well.

In fact, the faculty was indeed impressed with all that she had to say.

'So does that mean, I still have a chance?'

Her conscience prompted.

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Before her mind could even think about it, she felt the car screech and come to a halt.

"Verman Times Association"

She had reached her workplace.

Khushi hurriedly undid her seat belt, got out of the car and waved at her mother who always had her face curved up with a smile.

"Bye sweetie! Have fun!"

Adrienne exclaimed joyfully before driving away.

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Out of the few things Khushi liked about Verman Hills, the best was that it was a small town, with really limited number of people.

Though the misty weather added to the monotony, but

she would always thank her stars for having less people around her.

She hated crowds.

And out of the very, very few things she liked about her workplace was that she had her best friend as her colleague, who also worked there as an intern.

Rebecca Wilson.

A blonde, she was certainly a style icon.

Khushi had no clue how Rebecca always managed to look stylish.

Be it in her ragged night pajamas or even on a bad hair day!

The best thing about her was that she never gave up on Khushi.

Though other than that the other points of her character traits were pretty agitating, but Khushi believed the first point outnumbered them all.

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"Hey! You are late"

Rebecca said, pulling Khushi into a hug at the same time.