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I know the update is a little late but I was out of the town for some work and have not carried my laptop with me so.

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Trisha POV

I woke up with the sound of alarm as the NN Designs interview is scheduled for 10 am. I shut down my ringing phone and leave the bed its already 8 am. I went to the bathroom and get ready for the interview. As NN Designs mostly works on Indo-Western styles which is my forte I thought I should dress in the same way. I guess after 5 years I am going to put some effort into dressing like this. I just want to get selected in this company as I like the work which this company is doing and it's my last try in the fashion industry so need to give my best.

I selected the strappy Lucknow chikenkari kurta with a pair of loose jeans and matching heels with some oxidized earrings a bindi silver Kada  a smartwatch and put my hair into a ponytail and finished my look with kohl and lip-gloss. I looked at myself again in the mirror I was looking good. What do all people have to do for a job? I just recall one of my favorite movies "Devil wears Prada" in which how Anna has to change her way of dressing so that the boss will take her seriously. I used to love that movie because of the fashion quotient and have seen it multiple times. Ved used to get angry as I didn't let him see the matches or WWE whenever that movie was aired on the television. A small smile crept on my face. Memories are something that you cherish because people change a lot. And then they change up to that extent where you even hate their existence in your life. Now the smile which has been appeared earlier has vanished already. A single thought of this person can spoil my mood I can feel that in my bones. I quickly checked my watch its 9 am already. I rushed and picked up my mobile and bag and walked towards the living hall leaving a mess on the bed. 

As I stepped into the living hall I can see my joy sucker I mean seriously Didn't he leaves at 8:50 am every day and what is he doing here at 9:00 am. I gave him the annoyed look while he was staring at me or he zoned out. I can't make it by his expression.

"MOVE.." I shouted which broke his trance and he came back into reality I guess

"S...Sorry b..b, breakfast..." he uttered instantly

I gave him a dirty look and shouted, "YOU DON'T GET IT! I DON'T WANT TO EAT YOUR FOOD OR THE FOOD THAT IS CONTAMINATED BY YOUR HANDS. NOW MOVE I AM GETTING LATE FOR GOD'S SAKE" I was so annoyed by him and his memories. I mean seriously he needs to show his face to me in the morning when I am going for such important work.

"I am leaving for office. Should I drop you NN Designs is on the way. It will save your time as well" he said with hesitation. I guess he knew in his bones that I will not agree to this offer of his still the audacity he has is remarkable really. This annoyed me even more and I vented out on him

"When will you stop daydreaming Vedant Mishra? And for your kind information, I would like to walk rather than sit with you in the same vehicle. I have completed that quota while coming from Delhi now stay away from me. And from next time think before bluntly saying anything."  and turn to leave suddenly one thing struck me how come he knows I am going to NN Designs for an interview. This thought of mine instructed my leg to stop and I turned to see him sulking over my words and hurt is evident in his eyes. 

"How do you know I am going to NN Designs for the interview? I didn't give you this information"  I asked while looking straight into his eyes. 

He is looking at me like a dumb person with his expressionless face like he is figuring out something but I am unable to make it out from his face.

"The...the file you are holding has the brochure of the company I read from there and thought of giving you the lift," he said slowly like he was thinking a lot while answering.  My eyes diverted towards my file and yes the printout which I have taken to study was peeking through my file while the company logo on top of it.

"Vendant Mehra mind your own business and don't need to give me a lift already you have given a burden of marriage. I don't want anything else from you and don't look at my things understood." with this I left the apartment without giving a glance back at him. But I can feel in my bones he is standing at the same spot and his gaze is digging a hole in my back while I was leaving the apartment.

I cant understand this man what does he want? The chaos that he brought into my life wasn't enough. He still poking it. I left the apartment building and took a taxi. I was lucky to get the taxi as someone was getting out of it in front of the building otherwise it may have taken time. Finally a good signal. Hope everything will be alright and I will get the job. I prayed under my breath as the taxi moved towards its destination.

Ved POV

 Last night I wasn't able to talk with her but today is an important day for her. And Natasha messaged me last night regarding Isha's Interview it's at 10 am. I know how punctual Natasha is about time I hope Isha reaches for the interview on time. It's 8:30 already I don't know whether she has woken or not. I was looking at the big wall watch in the living area. I just need to make breakfast first. I cooked breakfast for both of us. It's 9 am already even now I am getting late for the office. But I am waiting for her to come out of her room so that I can offer her a lift to her destination finding a taxi in the morning quite depends on luck in Mumbai. But will she go with me I was not sure about that? I was in my thought process her room's door got opened and there she is.

For the first time in the last five years, I can see her old self at least in the way she dressed. It looked like she has put some effort while getting ready today. The kurta matching earrings her ponytail, the small baby hair around her forehead, and that small bindi...she looked like the epitome of innocent beauty. I think I was stunned looking at her so pretty and her old self that I forgot for a moment that I am staring at her and blocking her way out.

"MOVE.." her sharp and loud voice brings me back from the dream world. I moved aside and before I could think anything my mouth has already moved "S...Sorry b..b, breakfast..."

She looked at me with her annoyed face and that time with the look in her eyes I can say she is going to blast at me. It all happened in a fraction of a second even though n I didn't think much about it before uttering breakfast...

"YOU DON'T GET IT! I DON'T WANT TO EAT YOUR FOOD OR THE FOOD THAT IS CONTAMINATED BY YOUR HANDS. NOW MOVE I AM GETTING LATE FOR GOD'S SAKE"

I can say I knew this response is what I am going to get. Nothing new in that. I looked at the clock and it was 9:10 already. I offered her to drop by the office.

"When will you stop daydreaming Vedant Mishra? And for your kind information, I would like to walk rather than sit with you in the same vehicle. I have completed that quota while coming from Delhi now stay away from me. And from next time think before bluntly saying anything."

She vented out her anger at me and left for the door as I was looking at her going she stopped and asked me how I know where she is going?

The blood drained out of my brain as she asked me this question. God, she will not even go for the interview if she will know I am involved anywhere in this. As I was thinking my sight fell on her folder which she is holding and there the logo of NN Designs is visible.

"The...the file you are holding has the brochure of the company I read from there and thought of giving you the lift." somehow I was able to say that. I was still in shock by the statement she has made to me regarding sharing the vehicle with me.

"Vendant Mehra mind your own business and don't need to give me a lift already you have given a burden of marriage. I don't want anything else from you and don't look at my things understood." with this heart-wrenching statement she left the apartment and I was still looking at her retreating figure as she went out the door and some transparent liquid made its way out of my eyes. 

I know she is mad at me. I know she has all the reasons. I know she is not going to talk nicely with me or going to say anything nice. Even though I know everything...

Why do her words hurt me to the core every time?

Why I am not immune to these insults yet?

I know she will not eat but I still cook for her even though I don't know why?

Why did even I ask her to go with me when I know I suffocate her?

What the fuck is wrong with me?

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