Dreams Woven Beautifully ✔️

Chapter - 52 Delhi Calling ...

Bonjour, people! *

french flaunt* 

How are you all ? I terribly missed writing. Well my official college girl life started and it got me in its hectic trap. I could not stick my lazy ass on a chair to jot down anything. I would get super tired after coming home at around 4 in the evening everyday 

*sigh* 

Plus there was an additional need of inspiration.

I wanted to give you all a peaceful update before we move onto other drama effects in store for us 

*evil*

Unlike so many authors complaining how their followers irritate them to update, I'm so stress free in that case. You guys aren't that complaining and nagging 

*pun intended* 

Thank you but a few 'are you seriously alive' messages dropped, on whatever platform you follow me, would be gracious. Atleast I'll be knowing that I ain't writing this all for no good/response. 

People waiting for my stuff, is what I need for motivation. 

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Mumbai 

6:00 a.m

[Alia's POV]

A proud morning person. That's how I am. 

There was an embarrassing time in my life, when I could not move my lazy being before 9 at weekends. During school days, my mother would shove off her cruel wake-up skills to get us up. My sister still had a reason regarding her insomniac schedule. So she was excused but not me. Freezing ice bucket challenge from mommy dearest was the only thing that kept me on track.

Everything has changed now. 

My lifestyle, daily routine, ideologies, thought process, work capability, passion, life, every single thing. But as they say, certain things never change. 

One being, me having a hard time selecting clothes and stuffing them into my suitcase. 

Secondly, my cats meow-ing around to not let me go. Those creatures have a way with their adorable paws and looks, but no longer! 

I need to go.

"Shaheennn, please open the door. It's him." I screamed from my room without paying anymore attention to those 8 legs, trying to melt me. 

You tell me to do a gripping drug movie, check. 

Try giving me a task to pack my suitcase, say what ?! 

That's how it works, quit staring.

"Arey baba, he came yesterday na ? I'm not going to let random people barge in everyday with milk." shaheen showed her disagreement from the adjoining tea bar room. 

Wait, did she actually thought it was our milk man ringing the door ? 

Shit, he'll die if he gets to know. 

I mentally laughed and throwed a pack of funky earrings, a new obsession, into my floral bag. "It is malhotra saheb. Now will you let him in, dear sister ?" I hope she heard it right because the atmosphere went sharp with music, meows, grinder noise, neighbour screams and our decibel.

I heard the door slam shut with a poise, exactly like how it was meant to be when it came to him. I wanted to hear their conversation and certainly shaheen's ripened face at her wild guess. But right now, my packing needs me to be done with it, in less than 5 minutes. No movie shoot for a while, thankfully.