Hello guyz Anaita here! Lets start
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The hall was decorated with pink and blue balloons and ribbons and other decorative stuff. Everyone gathered around a table on to which three pound blue and pink coloured cream cake was placed with a doll stucked in the middle of it. Shreya was standing in blue frozen dress. She stood there holding a knife with her parents helping her. Everyone started singing the birthday song. She blew the candles, closed her eyes and asked for a wish, and than she started cutting the cake. I can’t believe that today she turned 7. Everyone around were clapping while she took a piece and stepped towards me. I was standing there in an off shoulder red dress with matching jewelry and hairs tied in a bun with bangs. Shreya fed me the cake first while I smiled and took a piece from the cake and also fed her. Then she gave me a light hug. I didn’t wanted to come. But I couldn’t say no to my princess. She came to my house and gave me this dress, the one she selected by herself and bought from her first pocket money.
The party had nearly ended and many of them went to their respective homes. I was talking to my friends when I saw a boy holding a gift in his one hand while a bottle of champagne in the other. My eyes stucked at him. He was kinda wierd. He was in white check shirt with black blazer and black jeans. He looked towards Shreya and raised his hands in Shah Rukh Khan style but she rolled her eyes and went. I started laughing. He is so funny when he doesn’t know how to do it then why is making a joke of himself. He looked like monkey who had been told to stand in the field while flowers are blossoming there. He came to me and my heart beat increased. He sat beside me. I sensed the situation and stopped laughing. He extended his hands while I narrowed my eyes. Is he mad? He doesn’t even know me. Who does that? He understood and took his hand back. While my friends giggled.
“How’s the party”
Who’s he to ask this? Is this his party? Obviously no! It is Shreya’s. Is he her relative. May be! I gave him a confusing look.
“Ahh.. Today is my birthday. Won’t you wish me?”
I understood that he was trying to double cross me. I looked at my friends and gave an innocent look. They understood what I was trying to say.
“Well my name is Laksh”
“Ohh so today is your birthday?” One of my friends said.
“But we didn’t bought any gift” The second one!
“No worries.. I already have it.” He said smirking and opened his gift box which contained a cake and Happy birthday was written on it.
They started singing birthday song.
Everyone present there looked at us with confuse expressions.
“Happy birthday dear Laksh” I also joined and held him through his neck and dipped him in the cake. “How’s the cake.”
We started laughing while everyone watched us tensed. What was happening? They all were sweating. I looked at Laksh who was wiping his face from the tissue and huffing. He wiped his eyes, they were red with anger. I think I did something wrong. Who cares? I took my clutch and left the place.
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It had been a month since I saw Shreya. It was her birthday when I saw her last. [A sound is heard, seems like a vase fell] Did any cat came inside the house?. Ohh God! They started again. I rushed to the drawing room. I saw both of them, Jiju was staring Di in rage while she was caressing her wound. Tears started flowing from my eyes.
“Don’t you have any shame” I said, taking my Di’s hand into mine.
“Ask her to give me some more rupees. I know she is hiding them. I won’t get anything from these money.” He said, I sensed that he was drunk. He never worried about my sister.
“What will you do with it. You lost a lot of money gambling at the horse races.” I said, shouting on top of my voice.
“Don’t shout! Don’t forget that u r living in my house” He said in the drunken state.
“Your house? This is my house, my sister’s house”
He laughed and left. I stood there confused. I consoled my di. She has beared so much for this man, who never cares for her, the one who always hurt her humiliate her. I wish I could throw him out of this house, but I can’t becaus my di cares for this blo*dy society. Because of this man we are left with nothing. He sold all our properties, wealth. This house is left for us!
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Many celebs, business entrepreneurs were sitting there. Soon the beam of light fell on the ramp. A girl in black lehenga started walking the ramp. I couldn’t see her face but her physique was attractive. She posed infront of the camera. What the hell is she doing here? I remembered all those incidents and huffed. If anyone else would have done this than he wouldn’t have been alive but I didn’t felt to be angry with her. Whatever but she was looking extremely gorgeous in that black lehenga and all that traditional stuff. I am never interested in these fashion shows and specially the one whose theme is traditional but this girl is… I took a deep breath and smiled.
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I was smiling closing my eyes there in the balcony sitting and feeling the air. I am so happy today. Atlast today it happened. I should tell this to di. What if she gets to know this from someone else? No! I went to the garden where my di was watering the plants, seems like she is happy about something. And I was happy for her. But wait! Where’s that drunkard? Is he upto something? God knows! I descended from stairs and patted her shoulder. She turned and hugged me.
“I am very happy for u” She said while giving me a face palm.
I was confused as to how she came to know about it? I turned and saw him sitting there.
“You? What are you doing here”
“You know him Ragini?” My di asked me and passed a smile.
“Miss Ragini Gadodia we have a offer for u.”
I folded my hands. He handed me a magazine, the best selling magazine of those times.
“Magazine?”
“We have selected you for the cover of our magazine. You’ll be having your photoshoot tomorrow” Saying so he smiled at me and started leaving. He is seriously a mad. What about my decision whether I want to do this photoshoot or not.
“Wait! I don’t want to be the face of this magazine”
“But why?” My di asked holding my hands. I freed her hands from mine and shook my head.
He left.
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I was in my cabin, thinking about her. Her face full of arrogance, the day when I first saw her laughing, laughing at me. She clapping her hands and singing birthday song. Aww I have fell in love with her. I don’t know but I want her at any cost. My love isn’t that weak that I’ll let her go like this. She’s my princess. What if she refused for the photoshoot but she’ll always be in my heart. My love My Ragini.
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Alot will happen in the next part ?…
Love you all!!!