INAAYA'S POV

Waking up without an alarm is one of my talents.

Yea, I know, am great. And the perks of living alone with a sister only also has its own advantages, no one disturbs you.

Today, two important things are going to happen.

I remember.

No wonder I woke up without an alarm.

Does it also happen to you?

You wake up without an alarm or anyone waking you because something you are very excited about or when you are looking forward to receive something important ,you just wake up ,just like that.

Is it because your subconscious mind is playing the role of the alarm or what?

Anyways, I woke up with a smile on my face which is very rare, I tell you.

Who is a morning person, anyways?.

Doing the usual routine with a skip and a hop in my steps, I look at the time.

OH MY GOD! Its time, how come it went by so fast? I even woke up early too. Me and my stupid daydreaming.

I sprint towards the living room, grabbing the TV remote, from the kitchen counter. I switch on the TV,  searching for the channel I want, when I realise it has already started!

The live interview of Ayaan Micheal Kingston!

Oh those eyes, dark as chocolate, his hair as brown as chocolate, those mesmerising..............

By that you would have understood my love for  chocolates.

I mean who doesnt love chocolate?

Shaking my head, I come out of my muse and focus on the interview.

The usual questions are being asked to which I know all the answers to.

No, its not creepy.

Its called devotion and passion towards knowing a person.

But my ears perk up hearing the question -

INTERVIEWER : "The awaiting question everyone's curious especially the female population to know the answer of. Last time we checked, we heard a rumour of you dating a certain model ! Is it true? Or are you still available to the beautiful ladies out there?

AYAAN : "Uhm....yea!"

INTERVIEWER : "Don't tell me the rumours are true!"

AYAAN : "No, not about that! Its true about the dating! But am still single though"

He says wiggling his perfectly shaped eyebrows.

(Que the screaming in the audience)

And my own delight and squealing.

Anyways, that was one of the two important things I said first.

Ayaan Micheal Kingston, sole heir of M.K and CO.
27 yrs
single,
brown hair, brown eyes, my idol and big time crush.

Being a business student, I have always seen him as my idol.

At such a young age achieving something big - Yea, I know cliche thing but hey not everyone can achieve it.

Anyways back to my rambling! I completed and graduated college a few weeks ago.

And  I applied at the ,

RING..... RING.......

and  the door bell rings.

I run towards the door and prepared myself for the second important thing I was talking about.

" Miss Mathew?" The postman asks

"Yes. Its me !" I reply.

"You have a letter. Please sign here" He said.

I signed taking the letter, thanking him.

So, the most awaited moment of my entire life.

The moment I have been waiting for the past 5 years.
The moment am gonna know whether my future is secured or not, My dreams will come true or not.

The moment......

No wonder everyone calls me drama queen, I was definitely over-exaggerating.

Anyways back to the point, before the bell rang I had said about applying for something.

So the reply is here.

The application was for a job at M.K and CO.

Yea, why there?.

Its obvious. My idol's company and one the best ones which will secure my future too.

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" Did you get it ? opened it? What does it say? Did you get accepted ? When is the interview ? Inaaya? Inaaya? sweetie, you there? " she rambled on

"Mom, deep breathes ! If you let me answer then only can I reply to you? Yes, I got it but don't you remember you made me promise I will open it only when you are here with me? Forgot isn't it ? Anyways, am coming there in the evening! " And I cut the phone before she started rambling again.

Yea, rude I know but no can do.

Its annoys me. Wait does that mean I annoy people too?.

I guess my habit of rambling and zoning out when nervous was inherited from my mother and my mother used to deny it saying I look like my aunt and .....

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I realise I have tears in my eyes ......

Even thinking about it hurts. Even after so many years it hurts.

It hurts to know the person u love and wanted to cherish was not there with you ....

That conversation is exactly how I pictured it to be if my mom was here with me.

I still remember when I was ten, we had made a promise that when I get my first job, she would be the first one to know it.

But she broke it. She broke the promise she made to me, even all the other promises she ever made to me, she broke it .

I guess promises are made to broken.

That day I remember it like it was yesterday,

The day my aunt received the call from the hospital,

The day I lost everything,

The day my heart broke,

The day I lost my parents ,

The day my aunt left,

The day my hopes and dreams were shattered.

What kept me going was the soft cries of my baby sister which gave me the courage to face the world with my 10 year old self.

We were given and kept under my parents dear friends , who had turned into leeches taking everything of mine and leaving me penniless.

The day I turned 18, we left, me and Aubrey.

We never looked back. I did my best in taking care of my sister.

After two years of struggling between my job and college to look after ourselves, the turning point of my life came.

The lawyer that came to my doorsteps that day turned into a god for me!

A WILL ! Saying about a small fortune left behind my parents to which i get access to when I turn 20. It was not that much, but enough to keep us going till I finished with college and got a permanent and secure job.

Sighing deeply, I decided to share my happiness with my parents.

Aubrey had already left for school, she is turning into a smart kid. I am very proud of her. Mom and Dad would have been to.

Taking my beat- up car's keys, another possession of my parents. I start driving towards the cemetery.

After meeting my parents and giving them the good news, ( not describing it ... too much sentimental and emotional things happened there) I decided to got to my best friend Zara's house.

And I got the job...... forgot to mention that, as the ......

Wait, I just realised, my designation was not mentioned, just the date and time of the interview was given, what was I appointed for?

When I reached near Zara's house, I heard something grumbling and realised its my stomach.

Sheesh! I hadn't eaten anything in my excitement to see the interview and receiving the letter I forgot to have my food.

Maybe, me and Zara can go have brunch.

Me and Zara met in college and clicked right then and there and have been best friends for the past 6 years.

I reach her apartment and hear noises I don't even want to describe.

Should I go back ? No, I want her today. I ring the bell.

No answer.

I ring again.

No answer.

The fifth time she opens the door.

"What do you want ? Can't you see the time? who does even" she says exasperated and stops when she see's its me .

"HI" I say meekly.

"shit, I thought, Wait you are here , that means....." she starts her eyes widening with happiness written all over her face

"Yes, Zara" I said.

And we both start squealing together.

"Oh my god ! when is it ? where is it? We have to do a lot of shopping" and she starts to ramble.

Sometimes I wonder where she got her rambling from.

( Don't blame me. she is the one who decided to be my friends).

"Zara, Zara, Zara! calm down I know. can I at least get inside and will you wear some proper clothes?" I said.

"Yea, YEA, sorry, come in!" she said

"Can my virgin eyes see whatever is inside?" I asked mortified.

"Yea, then why do you think it took me time to open the door?" she asked.

"Actually, I was thinking we can go have brunch, and go shopping ? You get ready I'll wait for you down stairs in my car. okay?" I ask her starting to walk away from her.

"Yea, okay" She screams.

I start the engine and was waiting for her.

She comes running out , when I started to get down to call her. Screaming sorry even before she reached near me.

"why are you late? actually never mind.. I don't want to know the answer" I say after seeing the smug look on her face.

Then we go have the brunch,then go to the mall, does the necessary shopping needed with the allowance I have for the interview and return home.

After dropping her home, I went  to pick up Aubrey from her school. Nearing the school I saw  her waiting for me.

"Sissyyyyyyy" She screams, happiness evident in her features.

Its rare that I pick her up. So when I do she gets ecstatic.

"How was school, sweetheart?" I ask.

"Oh, it was awesome , today we had story reading and the teacher read the sleeping beauty. Sissy will I also have a prince charming?" She asks me.

" Yes sweetheart! But for that you have to score good marks and ace your classes! okay?" I tell her.

I didn't have the heart to break her little fantasies by telling her fairy tales doesn't exist.

Its not that I have a grudge towards fairy tales but reality had been shoved into my face a lot of times that I realised fairy tales are a mere result of fiction made by people who didn't get their fairy tales

And to give themselves the pleasure of it they made it up in their minds to get a small taste of it, to fulfil their dreams(in fiction), when in reality they realised they may never get it, wrote it.

Even I had dreams of my prince charming. But maybe all those failed stories around me made me realise it doesn't exist, its only a mere result of imagination made up in our minds.

But I do know that deep somewhere in my heart, I still believe in fairy tales, cause

"We long for fairy tales in the World full of nightmares."

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so...

here is the first chapter!!!

what do you think about Inaaya??

And Zara? Aubrey?

Tell me your thoughts..

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Fathma lana anaz