A couple of hours had past. Riya walked into her room. The light blue walls were covered with posters of bands she didn't even listen to. A shelf full of music cds and books she never read. She sat down on the black stool that was placed across the vanity mirror. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyelids were buried under black eyeshadow. Eyeliner traced her sloped eyes. Matte brown lipstick was evenly outlined by matching lip liner. She pulled out a cotton swab and drizzled some makeup remover on it. She removed all the eye makeup leaving her eyes plain. Next she removed her lipstick. She hid all her problems under a mask. A mask of confidence. From her outer view she noticed a picture. It was her, the old her. She was dressed in a red brides dress with a matching veil on top. You could barely make out the lone tear that was sliding down her cheek. Riya stared at the picture for a good 20 seconds before looking right back at her reflection.

"Gauri. Riya. Gauri is gone Riya is here" she looked back at the picture with a sinister smile. She smashed it on the floor. "Bye bye gauri it was nice being you once".

Om stared out his window. The moonlight shown above him. He had layed out a paper in front of him. He wanted to write a poem. He tried many times but all he could think of was those eyes which were almond brown with a red orange tint. Those lips that curved perfectly when she smiled. He was thinking of Riya. Who seemed mysteriously beautiful. Her confidence made her unique from the others who feared him. He finally came up with something. 

Mysterious.

Her words were like an unsolved riddle 

She had secrets that were buried so deep

She may be lost in a maze of her own thoughts

Everything she did was enough to make a sane man crazy

A sane man like me may be amazed

You never know when your curiosity will make you fall victim to her

For all we know she was mysterious.

It was a short yet expressing poem. She was exactly that amazing, mysterious, confident and who knows what else. He stared right back at the moon. He thought for a while. How could he be thinking about a girl he just met. He shrugged his thoughts away once again and went to sleep on his bed.

Riya tossed and turned in her bed. She was equally excited and nervous for the party. Wouldn't it seem odd that she's having a party a day after she got the job. She reached for her phone and turned on some quiet relaxing music. She soon dozed off.

(Did you like my poem?)