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Avneet’s POV

I sipped my coffee which was now cold, as I stared out of the window.

I couldn’t stop but wonder as I glanced down at people who were moving in a hurry, why everyone was always in a rush. Sometimes they even forget to live their lives. Just to achieve something in future, they forget to appreciate something current.

A deep sigh is released from my throat as I walk towards my chair.

People forget to appreciate their loved ones, thinking that they have a lifetime with them. But you never know. It only takes one action to lose them. Their dearth makes them realize what they have lost and then there’s nothing they can do to bring them back.

I know the feeling. The feeling that comes when you know you have lost your loved ones but it hurts to accept.
My parents’ death is something that I think I could never move on from.

Mom and Dad, if by any chance you are watching me then please understand I am trying my best. I am trying so badly not to break down anymore.

I am trying to become my old self. Now I’ve realized that the time when you need someone the most is the time they’ll leave you alone.

Then, what’s the need of crying in front of someone else?

I have ME.

The best person I would ever have, who I know will never leave me at my worst.

I put my coffee down as I grab my notebook again. Now's not the time to think of these things.

Small breaks between works is what I needed the most today. There was a comfortable peace in the atmosphere today as I was alone. Luka went to meet her grandma so today I am all by myself. I should’ve agreed to go when he was insisting me to join. But I chose to stay and I regret it now. I am getting bored now.

The knock on the door interrupts me as I turn towards it.

Rhea, with a wide grin, enters and embraces me in a hug.

“How are you doing?” She asked as she broke the hug. Her silky brown hair comes in her face and she tucks them back frustratingly.

We sat on chairs and her long yellow dress spread on the floor as she took out her phone.

I would be lying if I said she isn’t pretty. After Zoya, she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.

“I have something really important for you. All the designers of this industry have gotten a circular. One of the most famous models has decided to get a dress from our industry for her special event. A huge event. Every designer has already started preparing many gorgeous dresses for her. Our CEO has declared that whoever’s design she selects, that person will be promoted and will be given a great amount of money.” She explained every point with joy as if I’d already won it.

“I don’t think I can do this,” I replied as I slowly bit my lower lip.

It’s still a lot. Designing a dress for one of the top models of the continent? Oh, you better be lying.

After all, I don’t have a great idea left in my mind which would impress her.

“There’s no way my design would be selected. Many designers have more experience and talent than me.” I crossed my legs as she shook her head with a sigh.

“Ohh, Avneet. It won’t hurt to participate, right? Let the decision be in the hands of her. You just do your best and wait for the results.” Her hand is now resting on my palm as she assures me.

She is good at convincing someone.
“If you say so.”

“Also, before giving it directly to her, all the designs would be examined by Mr Nigam first. Then, he’ll decide which designs are worth participating in.” I nod my head as I process everything she told me.

“You have 3 weeks. Do your best, girl. I know that you’ll slay.” She giggles as she hugs me again.

“Thank you,” I replied with a smile as I caressed her back.

The door closed behind her as my smile faded.

I have three freaking weeks to prepare a dress for one of the most famous model in the continent!!

I don’t know what the winning prize is, but I am too excited to even begin.
Oh, Luka. Now I wish that you would be here. I am dying to share this news with someone.

I grabbed a notebook from the top and sat on the chair. I released the blue pen that was stuck in my hair with my silk rubber brand.

I have so many ideas that aren’t that nice but still I need to note everything down.
I didn’t realize the time passing quickly as I decided every basic thing about the dress. I am too busy to even look at the clock.

I think the dress should be a combination of beige and cream colour. Its length should be very long but a bit short at the front. I still need to know her measurements but one thing that I have decided is the dress would be of silk.
But I am still confused about something. Which type would look better, like a cocktail dress or a gown?

I wrote every important thing in my notebook knowing I would change most of it.

I peek over the page one last time before closing it.

My steps made their way towards the lift as I felt the desire to know someone’s opinion.

Whom should I ask? Rhea would probably be occupied at this moment as it’s already 4 and it’s time for her to leave.
Who else…

I was so engaged in my thoughts that I didn’t see someone’s entrance.

I took a deep inhale to force myself to think and that was when I breathed in the perfume surrounding me.

I immediately identified the woody scent as I turned towards the person beside me.

Siddharth didn’t even pass a glance in my direction as he was hooked up to his phone.

YES! Why didn’t I think of it before?
He has a great fashion sense. He is the CEO after all.

He would help me in preparing for the dress.

I smiled at him, knowing that he would turn and probably push me against the walls and tease me.

He doesn’t and now I feel ignored. My smile vanishes as I try to think of something I did that triggered him.
But there’s nothing that comes to mind.

The furrows between his brows indicated that he knew my presence but was trying so hard to ignore it.

Why? Did I do something wrong?

I kept staring at him, hoping that he would reply with something mocking and annoy the hell out of me.

But to my surprise, he didn’t.

His thumb kept going to and fro on the screen and the doors of the elevator finally opened.

I didn’t move. The hope in me that he would initiate the conversation died when I saw him getting out.

I am hurt. His asshole behavior is still tolerable but this was something I truly loathe.

“Siddharth,” I call out, preventing the lift from moving as I still stay in.

He pauses for a bit and a smile makes its way on my face.

Finally.

But he doesn’t respond.

Instead, he starts to walk away pretending as if I didn’t call him. My hand falls on my sides and the lift starts to close.

The door closed in front of my face as I stood there doing nothing but staring at his disappearing figure.

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Hey guys!
First of all I am really sorry for not updating. It has been days since I last updated and I am sorry for that.

I was in hospital (due to dengue) and couldn't use my phone.
I'll be posting regularly now.
Sorry again!