She entered her new office, impeccably dressed, sharply
focused, ready to slog and start the career she had always dreamt of. The cynic
had murdered the romantic years ago, and had defined every step leading her to
this moment, this interview. The door opened, and she stood up to shake hands
with her future husband.
P.S. Ok, so 55-fiction can be a little addictive, and am in no mood for quality control whatsoever :D
A moment can twist our fate beautifully.
ReplyDeleteWonderful lines.
loved it! :)
ReplyDeleteseriously 55 fiction is addictive ! i keep building up stories inside my head in between my studies . . what the heck :) check out mine
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Hehehe.. :)
ReplyDeleteHope you're doing ok now...
ReplyDeletebelieve me...the best one i've ever read... :)
ReplyDelete@Vyankatesh - I know...tell me about it.
ReplyDelete@Rohini - Thanks!! :)
@Maliny - I know...am hoping to get back to normal blogging soon!!! I read your blog quite regularly by the way :)
@Phatichar - Well...getting pampered at home...so its good :)
@CYNOSURE - Wow. Thank you!!!
Am genuinely all appreciation!
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