#COMPLETED#
Love is a beautiful feeling. Everyone must cherish this feeling. Can a person fall in love with the same person who hated once? what will happen ,when there is a possibility to give a chance for them? Will they prove themselves or again...
" Mr. Augustine, the photo session people are waiting for you" she said still looking into her notepad.
" coming and yeah stay here with me until this session gets complete" I ordered.
" but..." She opened her mouth to say something but stopped and shook her head.
" okay Mr. Augustine" she said and walked off.
" what is running in your evil mind" my heart questioned to brain.
" something you never understand until you feel it" brain answered to heart.
I got out of the cabin and went to the hall where the people already set the lights and costumes.
I changed into them and I said something to the incharge of the session. He nodded and continued to say the script to which I nodded.
I gave some poses and glanced at her, she was least interested to give a glance to my side and typing something in her phone.
" excuse miss, can you help me " incharge asked her.
She nodded and he said " his hair was disheveled , can you make it properly?" With more request.
She walked towards me and combed my hair , I signalled him.
He said " no, one more try with another one".
I inhaled her veneela scent which is the same one she used , I intentionally laid my hand on her waist,she startled for a second and continued to give another hairstyle.
I signalled him again to which he said " no" and she glanced at her watch .
The frustration took over her or may be, she runs her hair through my hair and did something wonderful feeling.
" now start the photo session" I ordered.
He clicked some photos and showed me. I nodded and left from there.
" Mr. Augustine I am leaving" she in one line.i
I nodded and glanced on footage.
The next day she bought a coffee and reminded the schedule of today's.
" They asked us to meet in Berkeley hotel" she said.
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She went again and came after few minutes, she handed me the magazine cover. I looked at the cover and then at her.
There is no expression on her face and I dictated her . She started writing in her notepad. She started changing her standing position , her heels were killing I think, but I am of no mood of concern on her. I ignored her pain looks and explained her all the details.
