He told " ok you are a good girl" and went into his seat with a small smile and started writing sincerely. Am I low ? I also started writing sincerely not very sincerely some crazily but seeing him in the middle of my writing some some time without knowing to me . But I don't know the reason . I went to unconscious . I feel my soul asked me hasini what happened to you ? are you falled in love with him ? you called him monster do you forgot ? but you falled for his beauty . I came out of unconscious after listening my soul question and I replied to my soul very frankly hey no no here hasini i will never fall in love with anyone including this monster i just saw him casually that's all nothing there that you are expected . Oh is it ? ok I will also see my soul replied to me . I replied my soul ok then see here hasini . and I continued my writing.
I wrote everything about myself in just one hour, like I was writing some exam in a rush. But when I looked at him, it felt like he was writing the Ramayana or Mahabharata—page after page, nonstop. Watching him, I even thought, If I had written like this, maybe I would've become a best businesswoman like him. But what's the use? I still have to work under this psycho guy. Cursing my fate inside my head—karma, karma—I glanced sideways when a deep, base voice said,
"So, are you done writing your biography?"
I turned towards him. That great man was staring at me fiercely.
Hey, what did I do now? I finished fast, he wrote slowly, and now he's questioning me? From what I can tell, he must've kept his brain in a freezer before coming, I was abusing him mentally when he asked again,
"So, are you done?"
I snapped back to reality and said, "Yes sir, I'm done."
"Okay, good. Now let's exchange these and learn everything about each other completely—and remember it," he said, handing me what he wrote and taking what I wrote.
Both of us got busy reading and memorizing. But as I read what he wrote, I kept glaring at him. Want to know why? Sir here wrote 30 pages, and I wrote only 5 pages.
"What happened? Did you forget to breathe or what?" he asked, looking at what I wrote.
"What is this, sir? Why are there so many pages? Do you know that in my life I don't think I've written this many pages for any exam—maybe not even read that much," I asked, pointing at his papers with a totally shocked face.
"What now? This is just the beginning. The real movie is still ahead—then you'll really understand me," he said with a cunning smile Inside, he was thinking, but outside he told me that I'm not brainless like you… I mean, no, no. So obviously there has to be at least this much about me. Anyway, I already reduced it. I knew you'd cry like this.
Who the hell even gave birth to you, man? I cursed in my mind. You're not a human—you're a demon. A demon who chases and tortures innocent girls like me.
But outwardly, since he said he had already "reduced" it, I made a burnt-masala-dosa kind of face and said, "It's okay, sir. I'll read it… no, I'll memorize it," and started mugging it up sincerely like a model student.
While I was doing that, he suddenly said in that base voice,
"Tomorrow I'll introduce you as my girlfriend at my house. So it's better if you get ready in a traditional way. My family prefers traditional."
Oh please, you don't have to explain tradition to me like I'm some jeans-wearing she-devil, I thought. Hasini means a proper Telugu girl in our village, okay? Ask the elders!
While I was thinking all this, he sharply looked at me and asked, "What?"
"Nothing, sir. I'll come traditionally dressed, just like you said," I replied sweetly and cutely, like a small obedient girl.
A smile flickered on his face like a firefly and disappeared.
"Keep these papers with you. If you forget anything, they'll be useful," he said.
"Okay, sir. May I leave now?" I asked.
"Okay, you can go now," he said, busy with his phone.
I slowly started walking away, then suddenly turned back and went to him again.
"Why did you come back?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Sir… if you don't mind… can I use the lift?" I asked cutely, hoping he'd agree.
He lifted his head, gave a cunning smile, and started walking slowly toward me—step by step.
That's it. Oh no, this demon is coming again!
I immediately opened the door, ran down the stairs fast, and escaped out of the hotel. Till I came out, I didn't even feel the pain in my legs.
Only after sitting on a nearby bench did I realize—Oh God, my legs!
When I went up, I climbed each step with so much difficulty. But while coming down, how did I run down like that?
That psycho guy is dangerous. Just by his look, you can tell what his next step will be.
Hey Hasini, how will you tolerate this psycho for another seven months? I thought to myself.
I took out my phone and booked a cab. It came in five minutes. I quickly got in, leaned back, and relaxed. Reached home, paid the driver, and slowly walked step by step, scared the pain might increase again.
Ugh, today is really not my day. Of all people, I had to mess with that psycho. Now I'm walking like a lame person because of him. Oh God, how many more troubles do I still have to face because of his sadism?
Shaking my head, I reached the door and rang the bell.
The door opened, and it was my best friend Aarvi . She's beautiful, a topper in studies unlike me. With her talent, she could've gone abroad, but instead she's studying final-year graduation in a middle-fee college, and still she's the topper there. Yet she has no arrogance. She's simple—just like me. In fact, our behavior is exactly the same. We enjoy life, fool around, and live freely. Everyone says we don't look like friends but like real sisters.