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January 24, 2016
CREATORS: Like Really?
Impact of this title is quite obvious. The instant reaction which you may give after reading the title would be: “Is this guy talking about the Gods?” Well, No I’m not.
Though, I accept that the Gods are the ultimate creators of every single this thing existing and that ever existed in the universe. He/she is the one with ultimate authority to create anything and it’s they who decide how long will their creation will live on this planet and in which form except few scientists who are now focusing on hybrid species, i.e. Pomeranian mixed up with Labrador; tiger mixed up with a cat or elephant mixed up with the rat.
So, coming back to the point, apart from God and few extraordinary scientists with extra-terrestrial mind, there is a group of people who creates and their creation never go away. They dwell among us in our intellect, in our essence and even Gods can’t take them aside from this planet. They are THE WRITERS.
The writers create characters which stays between us even if the writer is not among us anymore. We imagine about them, we sing around them and we live with them. They are with us, always. For God, it may be an easy job. May be with one wave of the hand they create and another wave, they destroy. But we, the writers, stay awake day and night, run through all the details and the nitty gritty to create one character. We have to make sure that people will fall in love with them and always keep them in their mind.
I can name few characters, which are constantly in the backrest of my head. Mr. and Mrs. Grey from Fifty shades of grey, Deb from Durjoy’s novels, Amir and Hassan from Kite runner, Shiva from Shiva trilogy , Amy from Gone girl and many more.
And I just hope Virat from The Forbidden Line (my creation) will also persist with the readers as long as they exist.
On the spur of the moment, it’s lightning and raining. A voice came from the sky.
God: So, you want to state that you are the ultimate creators. Is it so?
Shit! It’s The God.
Me: No, I mean…ahhhh.. I mean we can also create.
I answered with hesitation.
God: And my creation can be destroyed but yours can’t. You also claim that. Again, you are indirectly saying that you guys are masters.Me: No, No, God, sir. It’s not like that, but our creations are fictional and you can’t destroy anything which practically never existed. So, moral of the story: Nobody can destroy what writer’s created.
Silence…
God: Well, you are my creation and I can destroy you. Hahahaha….. Now, beat that baby.
I choose to stay in silence and make a puppy face.
God is God…. Ufffff!!!!
This blog post is inspired by the blogging marathon hosted on IndiBlogger for the launch of the #Fantastico Zica from Tata Motors. You can apply for a test drive of the hatchback Zica today.
Though, I accept that the Gods are the ultimate creators of every single this thing existing and that ever existed in the universe. He/she is the one with ultimate authority to create anything and it’s they who decide how long will their creation will live on this planet and in which form except few scientists who are now focusing on hybrid species, i.e. Pomeranian mixed up with Labrador; tiger mixed up with a cat or elephant mixed up with the rat.
So, coming back to the point, apart from God and few extraordinary scientists with extra-terrestrial mind, there is a group of people who creates and their creation never go away. They dwell among us in our intellect, in our essence and even Gods can’t take them aside from this planet. They are THE WRITERS.
The writers create characters which stays between us even if the writer is not among us anymore. We imagine about them, we sing around them and we live with them. They are with us, always. For God, it may be an easy job. May be with one wave of the hand they create and another wave, they destroy. But we, the writers, stay awake day and night, run through all the details and the nitty gritty to create one character. We have to make sure that people will fall in love with them and always keep them in their mind.
I can name few characters, which are constantly in the backrest of my head. Mr. and Mrs. Grey from Fifty shades of grey, Deb from Durjoy’s novels, Amir and Hassan from Kite runner, Shiva from Shiva trilogy , Amy from Gone girl and many more.
And I just hope Virat from The Forbidden Line (my creation) will also persist with the readers as long as they exist.
On the spur of the moment, it’s lightning and raining. A voice came from the sky.
God: So, you want to state that you are the ultimate creators. Is it so?
Shit! It’s The God.
Me: No, I mean…ahhhh.. I mean we can also create.
I answered with hesitation.
God: And my creation can be destroyed but yours can’t. You also claim that. Again, you are indirectly saying that you guys are masters.Me: No, No, God, sir. It’s not like that, but our creations are fictional and you can’t destroy anything which practically never existed. So, moral of the story: Nobody can destroy what writer’s created.
Silence…
God: Well, you are my creation and I can destroy you. Hahahaha….. Now, beat that baby.
I choose to stay in silence and make a puppy face.
God is God…. Ufffff!!!!
This blog post is inspired by the blogging marathon hosted on IndiBlogger for the launch of the #Fantastico Zica from Tata Motors. You can apply for a test drive of the hatchback Zica today.
January 13, 2016
Life looks like a beautiful dream.
Few Lines from my debut novel THE FORBIDDEN LINE.Hope you like it.
Do buy your copy from Amazon, Pustakmandi, Kindle or just whats-app your order at 9920865150
Mayank Kashyap
December 15, 2015
The Forbidden Line- Book Trailer 2
Promotion is a never ending process.
Even though the book is released and doing well.
Even though good reviews are flowing in.
Even though the readers are sending their pictures with the book.
Even though the trailer is out.
Promotion is important.
And taking another step forward, here I present the 2nd book trailer of my debut novel The Forbidden Line
Hope you enjoy the video as well as the book.
Love, Mayank Kashyap
Even though the book is released and doing well.
Even though good reviews are flowing in.
Even though the readers are sending their pictures with the book.
Even though the trailer is out.
Promotion is important.
And taking another step forward, here I present the 2nd book trailer of my debut novel The Forbidden Line
Hope you enjoy the video as well as the book.
Love, Mayank Kashyap
November 22, 2015
What is it really all about?
The day when I disclosed that my debut novel – “TheForbidden Line” is going to get published there were only two questions that were being asked by almost everyone.Ques. 1 – Congrats and when is it releasing?
Ques. 2- What is it all about?
I answered the first question then and there to everybody but intentionally avoided answering the second question. I guess it was too early.
But now since the book is out and peoples are buying it and also as the good reviews are flowing in, now I think is the right time to tell you what this book is all about.
So, The forbidden Line comprises of a sweet love story with a twist, a friendship tale with a twist and what that twist, it’s Blood.
It involves redemption but then it is also not a revenge story. So, entirely it is not a love story neither friendship tale nor a story of redemption.
The Forbidden Line is entirely about one question, “How far you can go of the thing you believe in, for the thing you believe is right?”
It is right to perish against the person you love and your family for the thing which “you believe” is powerful.
Is it right to put everything you are left with on the line just because you think it’s worthful.
The Forbidden Line is not a story of love, friendship or redemption. It’s a story of life.
No matter what you do, no matter what you believe in and no matter which side you are on, there is only one truth “A loss can never be reversed.”
Written by Mayank Kashyap
November 9, 2015
The drunken man's quest
This is a work of pure fiction and in case if this article hurts someone’s sentiment (which I’m sure, it will) then trust me, it’s completely unintentional and anyway I don’t know on which side you are. This is only intended for light hearted comedy. ****
8th November 2015,
I was happy to be at my hometown after such a long time. I terribly missed my home, my family and more than that I missed my mom’s made food. I must accept it was a great change, a change I badly needed after months of ruthless schedule. Oh! I just wish I could have extended my stay, but then my organization will not pay me to sit on my room’s maroon colored couch. This forced a pop-up window inside my mind with a message written in Bold: TRY WORK FROM HOME but before this idea could completely corrupt my mind, I realized my job pays me more. Matter over then and there.
This special day is really vivacious. Most of the masses are happy though there are likewise a good number of people, who are groaning. Reason: Nitish Kumar is once again our CM. I knew this would happen and it’s not that I’m dancing but then I’ve no qualms about it. After all, you just cannot write off a person, who has given you, your present. A man who has picked you up from dirt and has made you a citizen of a state which is officially one of the fastest rising in India deserves one more chance. So, the point was not election, it was: a vibrant day and making the day more wonderful is the climate. Winter is knocking at the doorway and the cool winds and the dancing trees are receiving it from their open heart.
I needed to digest the foods which were forced inside me and what’s better than a walk. I put on my shoes and went outside and cool wind welcomed me. Winters are definitely knocking at the door or as a hopeless Game of throne fan, I should better say, “Winter is coming” and even Jon snow would know this.
Fifteen minutes of walking led me to a dark isolated street. Apart from me I could see only two people. One looks like some poor worker class man and the other one is drunk. I opt to dismiss both of them, but suddenly the drunken man falls down. The worker class man and I rushed towards him to help in to stand and so we got along.
“Please be careful and watch your steps.” I said to the drunken man.“Even this was also his fault.” He answered.“Whose fault?” The worker asked.“The same man who led us to our defeat against Mahagatbandhan.”
His statement clearly meant that he was a BJP worker.
“Who? Nitish Kumar? “ I inquired. “No, no not him, I’m talking about that agent”“Agent Vinod?” The worker inquired.“No that Pakistani agaent.”“Katrina from ek tha tiger?” The worker applied his mind again and I burst into laughter.“No, you moron I’m talking about that Pakistani agent, Shahrukh Khan.” He said in irritation.“You mean to say Shahrukh khan is behind your loss in elections?” I inquired in confusion.“Ya, indeed he is. Pakistani agents like him are influencing local mass to stand against the Indian government. Some tola-rance thing. He is putting us in tola-rance. I don’t know what’s exactly that but it’s something wrong and against our nation. This has been confirmed by our MLA.”“Tola-rance” The worker repeated in amazement.
I shook my head in disgust and said, “You mean tolerance and intolerance.”
“Ya ya, ya ya.” “So you think he is the reason behind your loss I mean don’t you think that your party failed to fulfil the promises they made. I mean before coming to the central you promised us that Modi will give Bihar the status of Special state, it’s been a year now.”Why in the earth I was even talking to that senseless drunken man and I felt like going.“Modi and Amit Shah is a brand.” “But who was your face for Bihar?”
Silence…
“We’ve given you Jan Dhan. Zero balance account for all low class people.” He stated with a proud grin on his face and then sneezed. “Even I was told to open that zero balance account and I did it but what’s the benefit. I make 100 bucks daily. I buy food for my family, we eat and sleep. Where is The money to put it in our account? Nobody pays us that much.” The worker responded.“Ok, you don’t have money, but you hold a bank account.”“So?” The worker asked
He looked at the labour and I looked at him. The worker and drunken man looked at each other and then the drunken man looked at me and I was already looking at him.
Silence…
The worker looked at me and I looked back at him and we knew it’s time to go ahead with our work and we moved in our respective directions.
Silence….
I resumed my walk and I heard that drunken man shout something. He said, “Beef is turning people into sinners and they were not able to decide good and bad. We are good and they choose the bad ones.”
I just smiled and went ahead with my digest-the-food mission.
8th November 2015,
I was happy to be at my hometown after such a long time. I terribly missed my home, my family and more than that I missed my mom’s made food. I must accept it was a great change, a change I badly needed after months of ruthless schedule. Oh! I just wish I could have extended my stay, but then my organization will not pay me to sit on my room’s maroon colored couch. This forced a pop-up window inside my mind with a message written in Bold: TRY WORK FROM HOME but before this idea could completely corrupt my mind, I realized my job pays me more. Matter over then and there.
This special day is really vivacious. Most of the masses are happy though there are likewise a good number of people, who are groaning. Reason: Nitish Kumar is once again our CM. I knew this would happen and it’s not that I’m dancing but then I’ve no qualms about it. After all, you just cannot write off a person, who has given you, your present. A man who has picked you up from dirt and has made you a citizen of a state which is officially one of the fastest rising in India deserves one more chance. So, the point was not election, it was: a vibrant day and making the day more wonderful is the climate. Winter is knocking at the doorway and the cool winds and the dancing trees are receiving it from their open heart.
I needed to digest the foods which were forced inside me and what’s better than a walk. I put on my shoes and went outside and cool wind welcomed me. Winters are definitely knocking at the door or as a hopeless Game of throne fan, I should better say, “Winter is coming” and even Jon snow would know this.
Fifteen minutes of walking led me to a dark isolated street. Apart from me I could see only two people. One looks like some poor worker class man and the other one is drunk. I opt to dismiss both of them, but suddenly the drunken man falls down. The worker class man and I rushed towards him to help in to stand and so we got along.
“Please be careful and watch your steps.” I said to the drunken man.“Even this was also his fault.” He answered.“Whose fault?” The worker asked.“The same man who led us to our defeat against Mahagatbandhan.”
His statement clearly meant that he was a BJP worker.
“Who? Nitish Kumar? “ I inquired. “No, no not him, I’m talking about that agent”“Agent Vinod?” The worker inquired.“No that Pakistani agaent.”“Katrina from ek tha tiger?” The worker applied his mind again and I burst into laughter.“No, you moron I’m talking about that Pakistani agent, Shahrukh Khan.” He said in irritation.“You mean to say Shahrukh khan is behind your loss in elections?” I inquired in confusion.“Ya, indeed he is. Pakistani agents like him are influencing local mass to stand against the Indian government. Some tola-rance thing. He is putting us in tola-rance. I don’t know what’s exactly that but it’s something wrong and against our nation. This has been confirmed by our MLA.”“Tola-rance” The worker repeated in amazement.
I shook my head in disgust and said, “You mean tolerance and intolerance.”
“Ya ya, ya ya.” “So you think he is the reason behind your loss I mean don’t you think that your party failed to fulfil the promises they made. I mean before coming to the central you promised us that Modi will give Bihar the status of Special state, it’s been a year now.”Why in the earth I was even talking to that senseless drunken man and I felt like going.“Modi and Amit Shah is a brand.” “But who was your face for Bihar?”
Silence…
“We’ve given you Jan Dhan. Zero balance account for all low class people.” He stated with a proud grin on his face and then sneezed. “Even I was told to open that zero balance account and I did it but what’s the benefit. I make 100 bucks daily. I buy food for my family, we eat and sleep. Where is The money to put it in our account? Nobody pays us that much.” The worker responded.“Ok, you don’t have money, but you hold a bank account.”“So?” The worker asked
He looked at the labour and I looked at him. The worker and drunken man looked at each other and then the drunken man looked at me and I was already looking at him.
Silence…
The worker looked at me and I looked back at him and we knew it’s time to go ahead with our work and we moved in our respective directions.
Silence….
I resumed my walk and I heard that drunken man shout something. He said, “Beef is turning people into sinners and they were not able to decide good and bad. We are good and they choose the bad ones.”
I just smiled and went ahead with my digest-the-food mission.
November 4, 2015
Blurb(s)
Here I present 2 blurbs from my upcoming debut novel The Forbidden Line.
I hope (just hope) you'll like it.
Blurb 1:
Blurb 2:
#theforbiddenline #debutnovel #blurb #love #friendship #redemption #blood #winter #death #life #mayankkashyap
With Love,
Mayank <3
I hope (just hope) you'll like it.
Blurb 1:
Blurb 2:
#theforbiddenline #debutnovel #blurb #love #friendship #redemption #blood #winter #death #life #mayankkashyap
With Love,
Mayank <3
October 27, 2015
Pre-Order - The Forbidden Line
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I urge to all my readers to show their support for me in this new endevour.
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October 21, 2015
Full Cover & Back Cover Synopsis
Virat is completely different from what his Dad wants him to be. With Pulkit and Saurav, who are like brothers to him and his girlfriend Manya, his life is perfect, until one fateful day when his world falls apart. Now, he has only one aim in his mind… Redemption.
In order to arrange the broken pieces of his life he crosses all the forbidden lines only to end up destroying everything he had and then he faces the cruel reality behind his agony.
Why was Radhika waiting for Virat?
Will Virat’s story ends with a happy note?
A loss can never be reversed.
Hope guys like the cover and the synopsis.
Thank You.
In order to arrange the broken pieces of his life he crosses all the forbidden lines only to end up destroying everything he had and then he faces the cruel reality behind his agony.
Why was Radhika waiting for Virat?
Will Virat’s story ends with a happy note?
A loss can never be reversed.
Hope guys like the cover and the synopsis.
Thank You.
October 18, 2015
The Forbidden Line
This is a very special day/news which I want to share with all my dear readers.
With immense pleasure and happiness, I want to inform all the readers that I have signed contract for my debut book "THE FORBIDDEN LINE". ( I'm doing moon walk right now)
Yes, after my two anthologies i.e. Love Bytes and Melody of life, it's the time for my debut novel and I have no qualms in accepting that I'm on cloud no. 9. (Hell Yeah!)
And it's not over here, in this post I'm also going to share the Book Cover (Big grin on my face.)
So drum rolls....
Cheers...
Clapping.....
With immense pleasure and happiness, I want to inform all the readers that I have signed contract for my debut book "THE FORBIDDEN LINE". ( I'm doing moon walk right now)
Yes, after my two anthologies i.e. Love Bytes and Melody of life, it's the time for my debut novel and I have no qualms in accepting that I'm on cloud no. 9. (Hell Yeah!)
And it's not over here, in this post I'm also going to share the Book Cover (Big grin on my face.)
So drum rolls....
Cheers...
Clapping.....
October 12, 2015
The Baffling Strike- Final Part (III)
“Your turn, best of luck.” Aditya said and he realized the expression on her face.
“What’s wrong?” Aditya asked in horror.
Ankita stands up and ran away from the office, crying. She ran, ran and continued running till her legs refused to cooperate and from there she took an auto rickshaw and went straight back to her office but stayed outside.
“Ankita got scared. She was not good enough.” This line was on the lips of almost very employee. Though there were people who thought, something was wrong and still respected her.….“Why did you do this? Ankita shot her question as soon as Sana left the office compound.
“Are you that dumb? I did it for promotion.” Sana replied rudely.
“But we were friends.”
“But I’m an individual first. I have to secure my future.” Sana shouted.
“We both are females. I trusted you only because you are a female. We need to stay together and united so that no one can harm us. How can you backstab me, a woman?” Ankita countered.
“What the fuck are you talking about? Are you insane? I don’t give a damn if you are a male or a female. I needed a promotion at any cost and I got one.What did that fucking manager say that day do you remember? He said I was working under you. NO! I was not and I’ll never work under you, you’ll work under me from now onwards. Only if you are shameless enough to come to this place ever again.” Sana yelled and grabbed her shoulders and continued,
“I was sick of you. Everyone was so busy in praising you that nobody saw my work.”
“Why didn’t you do it on your own then? Was it important to steal my presentation? Why didn’t you work hard?” Ankita said in sarcasm.
“Oh! You know what I worked really hard on Roshan’s bed to please him. I turned into a sex slave for him that night because he promised me a promotion. I allowed him to fuck me like a whore but you spoiled everything. It’s because of you he was fired.”
Ankita was shocked and felt disgusted. Sana slept with a man who was harassing her friend, just for promotion. On her reply Ankita just slapped her hard and walked away. Sana watched her walking away as a drop of blood escaped her mouth.
Nobody saw what happened outside the office except the security guard.
Back to her home, Ankita stayed glued to her bed, crying and hugging her knees. She was devastated. She didn’t have the courage to face her colleagues.
Her past started haunting her again. Everything was exhibiting once again in front of her eyes. His drunken husband and his friends, they were pulling her saree and one of his friends was trying to tear away her blouse. Her husband gripped her hand and said,” Behave well in front of my friends. Don’t you dare to embarrass me.” She then grabbed a steel vase which was lying over her bedside table and smashed on two of his friend’s head and pushed away his husband and ran away. Then the image of Sana giving her presentation came in front of her eyes. She remembered how she ran away from the office. That was embarrassing. Her life was embarrassing.
“They would laugh at me. I’m not going back there atleast for a few days. How would I face them?” She thought.
The only reason why she came close to Sana was because she was a female. She hated men. Ankita never thought a woman will back stab a woman for success.
Women are rascals! But does it mean that even she was a rascal and if not then why did she think that every man is a rascal? Just because she knew two men who were rascals.
Soon she realized that it was not men or women who were rascals, it’s the lust. Lust for sex, money and success. No matter where you are, you will find people who are driven by their lust and workplace is the most likely place. They may say that they are working for passion but that’s a lie, they work for lust, lust for money and social position.
“No you can’t back out. This is not how an official behaves.” Her mind said.
“Yes, I have to be strong. I’m a professional, a self dependent working woman. No matter what I have to be strong. I can’t afford to be vulnerable.”
Next day she woke up at her usual time groomed herself for the office, took an auto rickshaw and reached her office on time. Standing in front of her office she took a deep breath and said to herself that her work was her ultimate identity and it was her work which defines her life.
As she enters the office security guard saluted her and said, “Good morning madam. It’s good to see you again.”
Ankita looked at him for a while and thought, “Atleast someone still respects me and working here is now simpler.”
Inside the office, she received a mixed response and it encouraged her. Though the majority of the employee saw her with appalling expression and few even refused to recognize her. For them she was a looser. She was a woman who was not good enough, a woman who got scared.
But now it didn’t bother her. She was there to work not to give clarification. Her sole objective from now onwards was to work though she maintained a healthy relation with her colleagues but nothing more that that. It was now her turn to be lusty and her lust was her work. The results would come one day and she knew this. She started doing the thing which she always did best, hard work. Her life was a lot simpler now and soon she found her mental peace. Every day she worked hard in the office and after that she worked hard on the treadmill. She let her work speak on her behalf and again the praises were flowing on her way. She never clashed with Sana and even Sana never traumatized her because her objective was fulfilled. Four months later, she won the employee of the year award and with that she received a promotion letter too.
“What’s wrong?” Aditya asked in horror.
Ankita stands up and ran away from the office, crying. She ran, ran and continued running till her legs refused to cooperate and from there she took an auto rickshaw and went straight back to her office but stayed outside.
“Ankita got scared. She was not good enough.” This line was on the lips of almost very employee. Though there were people who thought, something was wrong and still respected her.….“Why did you do this? Ankita shot her question as soon as Sana left the office compound.
“Are you that dumb? I did it for promotion.” Sana replied rudely.
“But we were friends.”
“But I’m an individual first. I have to secure my future.” Sana shouted.
“We both are females. I trusted you only because you are a female. We need to stay together and united so that no one can harm us. How can you backstab me, a woman?” Ankita countered.
“What the fuck are you talking about? Are you insane? I don’t give a damn if you are a male or a female. I needed a promotion at any cost and I got one.What did that fucking manager say that day do you remember? He said I was working under you. NO! I was not and I’ll never work under you, you’ll work under me from now onwards. Only if you are shameless enough to come to this place ever again.” Sana yelled and grabbed her shoulders and continued,
“I was sick of you. Everyone was so busy in praising you that nobody saw my work.”
“Why didn’t you do it on your own then? Was it important to steal my presentation? Why didn’t you work hard?” Ankita said in sarcasm.
“Oh! You know what I worked really hard on Roshan’s bed to please him. I turned into a sex slave for him that night because he promised me a promotion. I allowed him to fuck me like a whore but you spoiled everything. It’s because of you he was fired.”
Ankita was shocked and felt disgusted. Sana slept with a man who was harassing her friend, just for promotion. On her reply Ankita just slapped her hard and walked away. Sana watched her walking away as a drop of blood escaped her mouth.
Nobody saw what happened outside the office except the security guard.
Back to her home, Ankita stayed glued to her bed, crying and hugging her knees. She was devastated. She didn’t have the courage to face her colleagues.
Her past started haunting her again. Everything was exhibiting once again in front of her eyes. His drunken husband and his friends, they were pulling her saree and one of his friends was trying to tear away her blouse. Her husband gripped her hand and said,” Behave well in front of my friends. Don’t you dare to embarrass me.” She then grabbed a steel vase which was lying over her bedside table and smashed on two of his friend’s head and pushed away his husband and ran away. Then the image of Sana giving her presentation came in front of her eyes. She remembered how she ran away from the office. That was embarrassing. Her life was embarrassing.
“They would laugh at me. I’m not going back there atleast for a few days. How would I face them?” She thought.
The only reason why she came close to Sana was because she was a female. She hated men. Ankita never thought a woman will back stab a woman for success.
Women are rascals! But does it mean that even she was a rascal and if not then why did she think that every man is a rascal? Just because she knew two men who were rascals.
Soon she realized that it was not men or women who were rascals, it’s the lust. Lust for sex, money and success. No matter where you are, you will find people who are driven by their lust and workplace is the most likely place. They may say that they are working for passion but that’s a lie, they work for lust, lust for money and social position.
“No you can’t back out. This is not how an official behaves.” Her mind said.
“Yes, I have to be strong. I’m a professional, a self dependent working woman. No matter what I have to be strong. I can’t afford to be vulnerable.”
Next day she woke up at her usual time groomed herself for the office, took an auto rickshaw and reached her office on time. Standing in front of her office she took a deep breath and said to herself that her work was her ultimate identity and it was her work which defines her life.
As she enters the office security guard saluted her and said, “Good morning madam. It’s good to see you again.”
Ankita looked at him for a while and thought, “Atleast someone still respects me and working here is now simpler.”
Inside the office, she received a mixed response and it encouraged her. Though the majority of the employee saw her with appalling expression and few even refused to recognize her. For them she was a looser. She was a woman who was not good enough, a woman who got scared.
But now it didn’t bother her. She was there to work not to give clarification. Her sole objective from now onwards was to work though she maintained a healthy relation with her colleagues but nothing more that that. It was now her turn to be lusty and her lust was her work. The results would come one day and she knew this. She started doing the thing which she always did best, hard work. Her life was a lot simpler now and soon she found her mental peace. Every day she worked hard in the office and after that she worked hard on the treadmill. She let her work speak on her behalf and again the praises were flowing on her way. She never clashed with Sana and even Sana never traumatized her because her objective was fulfilled. Four months later, she won the employee of the year award and with that she received a promotion letter too.
