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At first when I opened my cupboard my nose wrinkled due to the sudden assault of nylon and polystyrene, or whatever newly bought clothes could possibly smell. Watching all the vibrantly shining and dazzling super branded clothes instead of finding old baggy ones. I for an accidental moment thought maybe I had opened Omma's cupboard but then seeing a red colored knee length one piece which could put the Kittens brand to shame, it was confirmed that there has been no mistaking.

Obviously dumbo! You are in your safe room, this is your stubbornly violet clothes storage area.

Shutting the violet doors close I checked my other drawers for any traces of my lovely missing clothes. Every rack was clean swiped like Lizol killing ninety percent of germs on floor.

See, I still have a one percent chance of finding my sensitively decent clothes. Maybe I should ask Tessa.

"Tessa! Tess Hon! Tessa Berry! Straw Tessa!"

I used my quick nicknaming ability in full potential and called her with all the sweet names I could conjure, still double checking the racks in my bathroom.

"Yes, Young lady."

Tessa bowed as soon as she appeared on the door breathing heavily. Young Lady – it seems that Tessa's ancestors were somehow related to the British colonel Sir Arthur, always accustomed to call out higher people with all respect. But the bow was so orthodox, like really.

Not having the time to pull her out from medieval period and teach modern life rules I reminded myself to be patient because it seems sometimes I fail to remember I live in the third floor.

"Where are my clothes?"

For a moment Tessa looked hesitant as if saying anything would mean betraying another important member of this home. Whom could she be so scared of losing her loyalty? Maybe Daddy dearest is involved in this abduction case of my basic living necessity-clothes.

"Young Master did the redo of your wardrobe this afternoon."

See like I said – wait she said master with young! That son of a bitch.

Then you are daughter of that witch!

"Any idea of where it is taken to?" I asked, expectedly.

Tessa looked clueless, which again made me curse myself for being such a take-Tessa-for-granted fan. How could I forget that Tessa isn't on any multipurpose position in our family, she is our brilliant cook. How will she know about the whereabouts of the mischief of my bloody twin?

Dismissing Tessa I sulked on my couch, dejected that there was no one percent chance also. I couldn't spend money buying some new clothes now because I am practically saving every dime to make two ends meet, that is saving for hiring my big photographer.

Moreover how much I know Jules that should be precisely nine months more than anyone in this world he must have burnt those clothes by now or donated them in some orphanage.

All I could do is just curse. May all his precious clothes get tattered and his looks must turn like a bald man from seven years. Amen.

I am missing the logic.

Whoa! I know how to get that one percent chance. Trotting with my slippers I ran downstairs hinging open the door to Julian's room.

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"What the actual rambling freaking hut you are wearing Vhrea?"

Is this why we have friends? Couldn't my friends be a little less in expressing their thoughts out loud?

I know my get up was sneering different reactions, that is why half of the campus was staring strangely at me, although that wasn't new but that made me feel like Jaadu from Krishh series. That should be a good thing.

Husna kept staring at me with saucer eyes waiting for a shoot of words from me, but what was more weird that she was standing in the middle of a corridor with a mallet and I couldn't remember we had a billiards table around here.

Or instead should I be asking – When did Husna join a pool club?

"I am joining drama."

This is a science fact and you must be knowing that only one sixth of our eye is visible to the outer body, but listening to my answer Husna's were surely turning into one third, which made her snap them close immediately due to involuntary nerve miss-location placements.

Yesterday I rummaged all through my twin's clothes but failed to find any decently suitable shirt for an implacable girl like me. Then I decided to steal one from Daddy dearest collections, but his colour of choices were quite far from valiance for my range.

So, with a grieving ambition I  checked through Jules clothes again and managed to find a white shirt which almost reached my knees, now I am wearing that outlining it with a royal black loose jacket of his. Although, at one point I did consider borrowing one from Blyton but after that Omma would never let his face be seen in any rightful house ever.

Lucky for me, my brother actually missed to take the only torn jeans of my old clothes. Maybe it was till brand new because I didn't have any occasion to sport it until today.

"You look like a charity case runaway heiress."

It was Emmet Grayson, again, and sometimes I happen to be happy having such a character around as you see just now she used a mean word with a rich reference. This girl motivates me to improve my vocabulary and specialize uses of personification.

"Better than being clothes less sweetie." That bought a smile on her square face which wasn't natural, then without any further remarks or taunts she left, she left, it was definitely not acceptably herself type of behavior.

I found Husna grazing at the clear sky maybe trying to count stars in daylight, with a mallet, what an instrument she is using to actually count. Kudos! To creativity.

"Why don't you invest in my company?" I spoke.

Done with her staring contest with the universe now Husna looked at me being puzzled of why I would bring up monetary status in between a civilized conversation running about dressing senses.

"You do know how much costly these sticks are. Don't you?" I asked.

That is when Husna almost dropped the heavy mallet on the ground, as if suddenly remembering what she was doing with such a stick in the first place. Then next second she started rotating like one of the rotating CCTV's as if being possessed, Husna started scanning the area with her unusually long neck being helpful for the task.

I had to take an instinctive step back when she absentmindedly bought the tip dangerously near to my eye.

"Some blo – bloomy ass donkey posted a picture of you and Julian in the couple's forum so I am hunting the admin – shi-ship, you weren't supposed to know that."

I flashed my enormous thirty two white pearl smiles to my tooth fairy up above in the sky for granting my wish true.

Distraction – that is what I tried to do and it worked. Blimey! I am so good at this, although it all happened without the decree of planning. Now I understand the slimy looks I received, they weren't for my dress up but instead they were loathing about the fact that even a girl like me could find a boyfriend.

Only if Jules could know about this scandalous business.

You are buying me a new shirt little sister!

Julian ^^

I was so glad to read that message, knowing that I have made him taste the fury of his own play. Damn, I must host a party for being so efficiently great.

I am bankrupt love.

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"The good news is that we have cracked up the jackpot, that means we are due working overtime for the next few weeks to reach our projected ultimo, as you see this is a fresh team and don't worry a photographer is soon going to join us maybe by tomorrow. So, this is our team who will be working on Method Sports Academy and I will like to insist that never forget to add Sports in between because aesthetically Mendel Sir is quite picky about it' I stopped remembering the number of times he interjected me whenever I forgot about Sports in our last meeting 'this project is slightly different from all the others we have done till now, because we will be working in the sports industry for the first time where we don't have any link ups. So, today we are summoned here to discuss the relatively possible things we can do to attract audience."

I suddenly found myself breathless and even happy that I wouldn't be working with chauvinist Kriag on a business level, instead he will be following whatever we are up to.

"My proposal is making a well known celebrity as their brand ambassador." I started with the basic idea, although I had tons of different proposals running in my head already.

And I must say when sitting among highly constructive brains the discussion starts from scratch and reaches to the highest degree before you could even know how it happened, like how in Harry Potter, J K Rowling says – the time is defined by quality of conversation.

Boxing is their main sport, but that is something not so popular in India and now I love this challenge to make it known. So, I strike out any celebrity ambassador because that would ruin the purity of sports. After much of contemplation, critics on every plan we settled on to use the Connect rule.

Zodiac Connect is something we do when trying to build direct relationship with public, it comes with a high package but being our first time I must doubt our success rate though.

Like how zodiac is a diagram used in astrology to connect the path of sun, moon and planets; similarly in Fifeteen Zodiac Connect is the highest profile element strategy kept in stack to use for publicity, through ZC our main aim is to connect the cycle of the sport, athletes, public and idols.

It is a time taking advisory but beaming-ly the results are always splendid, like for example when you love a celebrity you make it a point to at least check his eye color, which is what refers as public being interested in the personal life of celebrities. Even a bathroom picture from your celebrity will make you swoon over them, but I am not that kind though.

It surely was an opulent idea to evanescent all the remaining ideas, this plan sounded much euphony to the deal in hand.

Dismissing the team I walked into my cabin, happy that my team was laconic, which didn't need useless garrulous discussion to subject an interim decision. Watching the maple bonsai tree I hoped to tract-ate the very logical problem of having our main photographer.

This gave me an ample of time to chat with Husna, where I ended up gathering little information on her epitomize verbose action. That was Lucas, Lyle's elder brother was attending the cordial party hosted by the business families of the city. It is a very big event which I have attended only twice and I vowed never go there again but the time is demanding my presence there. I need to meet Lucas to get health information about my best friend whom I didn't meet when she was dangling between life and death.

Maybe I owe her this, I must recommend the idea of a psychoanalyst to Lucas.

But again meeting Lucas Judas, yes his name rhymes good, that is an old joke running in our families though. He is a flirting mannequin in daylight. Holding him hostage for information is a difficult task, on top of all that he is an altruist.

A sad tear can never escape his eye, but maybe not a beautifully dressed lady. Obviously there must be a stiffening reason an experienced wise generation believes that there are times when beauty can beat talent bare feet.

But will I be able to help Lyle? Know her resentments and problems?

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