My POV

02.08.2031
Time:- 9AM

Abb main kay karu, kay karu, kay karu??????

I looked at the mail from my boss, yes I have a boss and a bad one at that, though I am a talent of the company but our CEO is fucked up, he makes me do this much work, okay it's your boss's right to make you work hard for the company, but dude this guy is a pain, cuz I might have rejected his date offer before.

Well 10 years of me in the field of writing, actually 5, because it's only 5 years since my books started publishing and selling.

I am used as a BTS of writing, yeah like they were the trend in 2020s I am made the trend on 2030s, life changed from me streaming there music to me hiding from media like them, and on the top of that, my crazy fans, see I love my fans, but they just go Overboard all of the time, like dude I have a life of my own, which is already fucked up, can you please stop intruding in it? But they don't understand, Fame comes with consequences.

Are you done with your self-obsessed Randi rona?

My brain said, to be honest, I was born self obsessed, so brain fuck off, it give me some idea.

Like my boss got to know I am in manali, now he gave me a task, there is a business man that lives here, and I have to interview him for our weekly business page, and all I know is that Man is a fucking pervert.

And I have fixed a meeting with Yash sir after so much of Ananya Pandey struggle, he is more important to me then that businessman.

Arughhhh!!! What should I do now?

First go and meet Your important person, then that businessman?

Yeah that can work, I also have to find a date, so that that businessman doesn't start hitting in me.

I got out of my bed with my tab in my hand, and Bruno trailing behind, god it's been days this guy has went out of house, I will take him for walk tomorrow, he ran downstairs and went to the garden.

I stripped out of my clothes and stepped into the shower.

******
Time:- 11 AM

Again I am standing in front of Yash sir's house, and rang the bell, a few minutes later me scrolling my feed he opened the door, I gave him a smile, I don't know why, I always give everyone a smile though If i really like that person or not, i just never want to be villain in someone's life, but I am.

"Good Morning Mr. Nagar"
I said.

"Good Morning Ms. Cruel William, please come inside"

He said, what's wrong with him? Always calling me Cruel at every chance he got, but.... but I somehow like it.

I stepped in, he lead me to the living room.

"I will bring Coffee for you, feel free to look around, just don't touch anything, there are many musical notes here and there"

He said, and I just nodded, he went into the kitchen, I kept my handbag on the couch and walked around, the room was vintage-ly beautiful, just gives you a look of someone who is dedicated to music, but is alone.

I looked at the piano, I used have a grand piano in the center of the library, at my house, me and dad would play it, and... stop right there, no need to go back into that shitty past just over a piano; you know what life is just like that at every step every moment, one small single thing can remind you of the past you want to forget forever.

"Sometimes people want to forget good memories too"

I turned around, Yash sir was standing there with two cups of steaming liquid in his hands, I guess coffee.

"You are right, happy memories of gone people are always sad"
I said.

"Can't agree less, when you are living off someone's memories, you know how much it hurts"
He mumbled, but I heard.

"I can understand, memories is a deep concept"
I said with a small smile, he extended me the cup, I took it as we walked upto the couch, we sat at the different ends.

"Of course you understand, that's why wrote a whole damn book about memories, 'what did they do' right?"

He said sarcastically, yes I wrote a book in the process of forgetting my memories, and to help people with the concept of it.

"We should start with your story?"
I asked changing the topic before he comes up with another sarcastic comment about me and my babies (books).

"Yeah... so what do you want to know?"
He asked, taking a sip of coffee.

"I want to know about everything, what happened that made you stop producing, what made you leave your family and stay alone in this place"
I put my questions straight to the point.

"It all started in 2021"
He said, I have switched on the recorder.

"There was a fan of mine"
He said, and looked at me.

"Fangirl?"
I asked.

"Yeah, just a fangirl.... but to me she was more then that"
His words have a different kind of emotion, a sad longing love.

"So what happened between you two? Was she the reason you left music?"
I asked.

"I never left music, look around yourself, I am all about music...and her, I know I might have stopped uploading it online, I don't use my insta accounts, I don't live with my family, I don't have friends, ju6a lonely soul, who is now being distributed by a crazy writer, but still I love music, stop saying I left it"

He said, crazy writer, agar itni he problem hai to na bate, main konsa mare ja rahe hu iski fangirl ke romance ko sune ke leye.

"Okay don't get angry, I was just saying, you only made one Album Anonymous, and it contains 7 songs, you never posted the 7th one, why? Because of her?"

I asked, well I just very well know how to change topics I guess.

"Yeah, you are right, it's her, all about her"
He said, but this time it's look like he have been hurt.

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