Chapter3:The Handsome Creep

Obviously because I am a great illiterate writer they kicked me out.If I didnt learn Hangul properly ,

I wouldn't even be a sweeper (well technically even if I knew Hangul people won't still hire me for sweeping cause I am not uh, capable of even cleaning my own shoe box).So script writting assistant was just over ambitious.I felt like screaming out as I sat there with both my legs dangling off the ridge of the pool when I stuffed the tuna sandwich into my hungry stomach.I was naive to an extraordinalry level of stupidity.I didn't think this through ,clearly. Hot tears welled up in my eyes.The first impulsive decision I tooks goes down the drain.

"Yeah idiot read more Paulo Coelho.Sure the universe is conspiring to get you what you really want."

I spat sarcasm at myself inbetween breathless sobs.By the stupid swimming pool of the stupid expensive hotel I sat down and wept after realising how much of a mess I was actually in.Wait so what if I don't know Hangul?Oh Ha Ni will teach me.And then the idiot company which rejected me will understand the greatness they lost.My impressive resume just needs a translation into their language and then it will be all sunny side up again.Untill then how do I survive?Clearly noone will hire me....

I felt an abrupt tug on my sandwich and before I could make sense of anything my sandwich was

running in the hands of a hooded man.

My stomach growled and no one steals Avantika Bhasker's food.

It has been another one of those boring days without music but filled with plenty of mundane technicalities. Our manager was negotiating with the variety show director on our terms and the rest of my band members were partying in the hotel club.I was bored like I was during most parts of my popular existence.Even my music was forced to fit with the band and the artist in me was bound and always on the lookout for something.And then I saw the most beautiful woman with the most socially unacceptable weirdness on her face changing it's genre in matter of seconds from sorrow to hope and then to anger.I saw the half eaten tuna sandwich in her hand and it sang to me.I felt adrenaline pumping through and uh oh I stole her food,I heared her abuses and a boot flew towards my fastly retreating back and there was black out. Yes!!! I gained her attention but at the cost of my death?

I ran to the fallen body and crouched in front of him.I grabbed my tuna sandwitch and caressed it

with all the love in the world.And then my attention was brought to the motionless thief.What the fuck, Is he dead?I turned his body and was astonished by how this could be the beginning of a great romance.

Tall body? check.Broad shoulders? check squared. Jaw line to die for? check,A face that I would like

to write poem on?Bang on.Lean muscular built underneath the jacket clad by tight fitting tee which my pervert eyes investigated on thoroughly is on point.He is perfect.She dramatically did the evil laugh inside her head.

Finally the catastrophe with the perfect man unfolded in her life.Things can only go up from here.

But then wait a second.He isn't dead ,is he??