It was 10 in the night. A hillside old bungalow was glowing in the moonlight and vintage lanterns. The nameplate read ‘Shroff’s’. Currently, Yuvika Shroff, a 26-year-old woman lived there alone.
In the first room of the house, there sat a table in front of the window. It was open showing the big garden with lawn and plant beds. The cool breeze was constantly bringing in the fragrance of variety of flowers and spreading in the entire room.
Yuvika was shuffling the papers. Her long hair were messy but tied loosely. This style made her even more beautiful. A wavering palazzo, cotton crop top and soft shrug relaxed her. Her dark brown eyes were sparkling and missed to blink more often out of consciousness and focused work style. Her rectangle Ray-Bans gave her a complete nerdy look. Playing with front silky hair-layer with her left hand, she was writing some notes with the right hand. A mild light was lit in every corner of the home made the atmosphere even more glowing.
Yuvika, being in the most comfortable zone, leant back, sighed, and looked out of the window. The full-moon night and cold breeze made her smile. She felt a strange laziness. An envelope suddenly caught her attention. She took it. The address read,
Editor in Chief, @ink Magazine”
Yuvika went into deep thoughts. The envelope was still in her hand. Today’s events started floating in front of her eyes. But a phone ring broke the chain of her thoughts.
“Hello Chief,” said a male voice. It was Dev, her friend from the internship and now a senior.
“Dev, it’s you. Why don’t you sleep and let me work?” said Yuvika.
Dev and Yuvika were together in the internship at the @ink. She has been one of the most hardworking interns of her time. With her consistent excellent performance, she has got the promotion at a very early age while Dev was always one step ahead of her in the progress for two reasons; One, he was more informed and risk taking about everything he did and it always suited his powerfully dashing personality. Two, he was the immediate successor of the chairman’s seat. This reality had never affected Yuvika and her friendship with Dev. They had been grown up to the dependable and trustworthy employees together. They had been each other’s supporters throughout. Even today, Dev was the one who broke the news to her that she had become the Editor in Chief and now she would be replacing Dev in his cabin.
Yuvika got tons of wishes and greetings today. And why not! It was a very special day of her life. But none of those seemed to affect her much. And who could be more aware of her boring way the of the celebration than Dev?
“So celebrations and all, ha?” continued Dev.
“Yes, of course. With the latest story,” said Yuvika in her most regular tone.
“Oh screw the story at least for some hours. Why don’t you believe in the concept of celebration?” asked the annoyed Dev.
“I will celebrate but only after this story. You know I have been working on this one since 2 years because of which the promotion got delayed for twice,” explained Yuvika, holding the phone between her head and shoulder, writing with her right hand.
“Okay okay, chief.”
“Don’t call me that.”
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The story is a complete fiction. Any resemblance to the real world is a pure coincidence.