Kruthi Mershania, a women young enough to know what she wants in life and dumb enough to never follow that.
She was just a normal girl with dark wavy hair cascading down her waist. Light brown skin tone which often made her insecure of herself, and metal rimmed specs enough to leave a mark on her face.
Right now, she was here waiting in the cafe for her long-awaited crush to which she confessed a day back only after the wait of six months. He was the untouchable of the company. A rising actor. Handsome, talented and by the grace of his acting, charming. Rushaan Amogh. Always fashionable, always the dream guy of girls.
Kruthi was his manager. It was love at first sight for her. She remembered the day vividly, when she entered the large company nervously. There was a coffee mug in her hands, meant to reduce her accelerating heartbeat and unstoppable thoughts.
'Am I qualified enough to be here?' (Thought one)
Her eyes widened at the insecurity her mind just made.
'Such a big company, will they hire me? but they would be having better applicants, no?'
Another thought. She clutched her coffee mug tighter as if the words might change.
'Do I even belong here?'
"SHUT UP" She mumbled to herself and stomped her feet on the ground, unable to realise that a tall, handsome man was just passing her side and...flash!
He paused midway, looking at the coffee and then at her.
once.
Twice.
THRICE!
"I...I am sorry. I didn't mean to" She said stepping closer to him worriedly, again in stress and reached to wipe his coffee-stained white shirt but he suddenly backed off.
"The hell, can't you watch where you do? such an immature client. Do you even know how much this shirt costs?" He said to her furiously, barely supressing his anger. However, he paused midway realising that he sounded harsh...VERY HARSH. He noticed tears in her eyes. Muttering some words under his mouth he turned to her again and spoke. "See, I am sorry for shouting at you. I shouldn't have. But please, don't ever do this again." He handed Kruthi his handkerchief and rushed inside the company, shielded soon by his bodyguard before the media can approach him.
As they were walking inside Rushaan turned to his bodyguard and spoke
"Man, you are my bodyguard. You should have guarded my body" He spoke making a dramatic face.
"I am also your brother's friend so better keep your dramatic mouth shut" His bodyguard, Mirhan said walking a step behind him.
"You are not taking care of me enough" Rushaan frowned with a pout, another useless tantrum thrown.
Mirhan looked at him surprised, God! the actor's blaming powers were going to have no toll on him now. "Did I ask you to go out like a king only to have a shower of coffee on your shirt?"
"Speak less or I'll ask Vivaan bhaiya to fire you"
"Once he knows your demand, he'll kick you out of his entertainment company first. Where were you last night, Mr.Body-guard-needer?" Raised an eyebrow noticing Rushaan's reactions
"Club ofcourse" He said proudly, as if achieved a milestone. "Sneaked in the mansion without anyone knowing" grins, making his dimples visible.
They entered Rushaan's cabin where a director was sitting with the story of Rushaan's new film. Being a superstar, Rushaan was used to keep people waiting. He loved this fame, this power, this very attention from everyone.
"Mr.Wadli, did I keep you waiting for long?" flashes a charming smile.
Mr.Wadli stood up with a victory smile on his face and shook hands with him,"No, not at all sir. Your presence is truly a gift worth my patience"
"Excuse me, I need to change this shirt" Rushaan said without acknowledging the words of Mr.Wadli and turned to his personal cupboard retrieving a wine shirt and went to dressing room.
He came out of the dressing room in just few moments when he saw her standing there with the company manager. The morning girl, the one who spilled coffee on his shirt, the one who...ruined his day.
"Mr.Rushaan, she is your new appointed personal manager Ms.Kruthi Mershania" The woman spoke with a polite smile unaware of the near war which took place between the two persons which were now standing in front of each other.
"WHAT?" his voice raised slightly, his pupils looking between manager and...the trouble girl. "God nooo" he muttered to himself.
(Sorry readers for leaving you all after just one chapter of previous book. I downloaded this app in lockdown and well yeah, like an immatured student just deleted it carelessly. However I have completed my 12th the very last year and now I am back with a bundle of new stories, self made and yeah I also wrote a book in my 11th (which was loved by my schoolmates,and this is not the one). However now I am regular and yeah new chapter everyday for my sweethearts. Lots of love to you. Stay awaited until the next days to unfold the mystery, hidden lies, and maybe not so happy story (can't guarantee about happy ending now)