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In a hope to get him she forcibly married him with a contract of five years.
She thought she would get his love one day.
But alas his heart was still the same hard as steel never bending, never melting.
He Still hate her
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She Still lo...
The simple and elegant cabin exuded an air of sophistication, with its clean lines and minimalistic decor. The walls were painted in a soft shade of cream, accented by tasteful artwork that added a touch of warmth to the space.
A sleek wooden desk sat in the center of the room, its surface uncluttered save for a few essential items—a laptop, a stack of papers, and a polished silver pen. Behind the desk, a large window offered a panoramic view of the city skyline, allowing natural light to flood the room and create an inviting ambiance.
In one corner of the cabin stood a tall, slender rack, its shelves lined with neatly arranged magazines spanning several years. Each issue bore the company's logo proudly displayed on its cover, a testament to the hard work and dedication that went into producing them.
The cabin was furnished with a comfortable armchair upholstered in plush fabric, positioned strategically near the window to take advantage of the natural light. A small coffee table sat nearby, adorned with a vase of fresh flowers that added a pop of color to the room.
Overall, the cabin was a study in understated elegance, a reflection of the owner's refined taste and attention to detail. It was a space where creativity thrived and ideas flowed freely, making it the perfect sanctuary for quiet reflection and focused work.
As I shifted the conversation away from the topic of my soulmate, I turned to Lavanya with a half-hearted attempt at changing the subject. "Anything new this time?" I inquired, knowing full well that I had left the bulk of the company's work in her capable hands.
Despite being the boss, I had willingly relinquished most of my responsibilities to Lavanya, preferring to focus on the creative aspects of our magazine while leaving the day-to-day operations to her. It was a habit born out of laziness and a desire to avoid any potential encounters with my elusive soulmate.
Lavanya rolled her eyes at my question, her annoyance evident as she glared at me. "Let me tell you something, Shehnaaz. This time, I'm not going to accept your excuses," she declared firmly, her tone tinged with frustration.
I raised an eyebrow in response, feigning innocence as I tried to deflect her criticism. "What?" I protested, but Lavanya was having none of it.
"Don't give me that look, you lazy, stubborn ass!" she exclaimed, her irritation bubbling to the surface. I couldn't help but smirk at her reaction, knowing full well that I had pushed her buttons once again.
Lavanya's frustration only seemed to grow as she continued to vent her exasperation. "Damn you, Shehnaaz! You're going to be the death of me one day!" she cursed, her words laced with irritation.
Realizing that I had pushed her too far, I quickly moved to defuse the tension, offering a conciliatory gesture. "Okay, okay, madam. Tell me what you need, and this time I'll actually follow through," I promised, injecting a hint of humor into my words.
Lavanya regarded me with a skeptical look, her expression softened slightly as she outlined her request. "This time, I need you to handle the most popular page, Page 67. It's the Celebrity Corner, and I want you to interview a star," she explained, her voice carrying a note of seriousness.
My initial hesitation was quickly overshadowed by a sense of obligation to Lavanya, who had worked tirelessly for our company over the years. Despite my reservations about taking on such a challenging task, I knew that I owed it to her to step up and deliver. With a determined nod, I agreed to take on the daunting task of interviewing the elusive star, knowing that it would be a challenging but ultimately rewarding endeavor.
Lavanya handed me the file with a sense of gravity, as if she were passing me a key to a hidden treasure. "This is his information," she said, her voice tinged with a mixture of anticipation and frustration.
The file is a sleek and slender design, crafted from a smooth, blue material that exudes a sense of professionalism and sophistication. Emblazoned on the front cover is the company's logo, rendered in crisp white lettering that contrasts beautifully against the deep blue background.
Despite its thinness, the file feels sturdy and durable, capable of safeguarding important documents and information within its confines. Its minimalist design reflects a commitment to simplicity and efficiency, making it a practical yet stylish accessory for any workplace setting.
I took the file from her, feeling a sense of curiosity tug at me as I eagerly flipped it open. But to my surprise, the file contained just a single page of information about the enigmatic star whose interview I was tasked with obtaining. As I scanned the sparse details, I couldn't help but furrow my brow in confusion.
Lavanya sighed heavily, her frustration palpable as she explained, "We could only gather this much information about him. His life is incredibly private, and even the internet has little to offer. As for his family, it's a complete mystery."
I nodded in understanding, though I couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustration at the lack of available information. The star in question seemed to be shrouded in secrecy, his past and personal life hidden from prying eyes.
The file revealed only the basics: his name was Siddharth Shukla, he was 28 years old, and he was known for his work as an actor, model, and singer. He had shot to fame two years prior after landing a role in a popular series, but beyond that, there was little else to go on.
"Hmm, quite secretive," I muttered under my breath, my mind already racing with questions and possibilities.
Lavanya's tone shifted abruptly, her voice becoming more authoritative as she outlined my next task. " A week from now, he has an advertising photoshoot for a famous brand in Bangkok. It's for a summer clothing line, and you'll need to be there to have any chance of securing his interview."
I rolled my eyes at her bossy demeanor, but couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of meeting the elusive star in person. Lavanya caught my eye and stuck her tongue out playfully before continuing in a lighter tone.
"I managed to get in touch with his manager, Raghav. who gave me the inside scoop on his schedule. You can't afford to miss this opportunity, and as you also know raghav so buckles up for the interview. " she said, her eyes pleading with me to seize the chance.
With a resigned sigh, I agreed to her plan, knowing that I couldn't let her down. Her face lit up with joy at my decision, and she threw her arms around me in a tight hug, her enthusiasm contagious.
As I returned her embrace, I couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement at the prospect of unraveling the mystery of Siddharth Shukla, the enigmatic star whose secrets seemed to be as elusive as the man himself.
TO BE CONTINUED.........................
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