Author Pov
A month had passed since that incident. Everyone was busy with their respective chores. Aarav and his wife had returned from their dream holiday. Now they were preparing for the upcoming wedding of their daughters. Not much time was left.
In another office a girl was furious.
Natasha Pov
“ Give me one more glass of Vodka. I want to drown my sorrows in it. I don't know why God is punishing me. What wrong had I done? Those rascal directors say I am too old for modelling. I have lost my charm and people don't like me. Me the great Natasha is being rejected by the directors. What rubbish .” She threw the glass which shattered into bits. Her house help came running.
“ Is everything fine Miss? I heard something breaking?” She was concerned about her mistress.