THE CALL

HELLO EVERYONE HERE IS THE NEW CHAPTER FOR YOU ALL THANKS

AUTHOR POV

Rajveer was standing in his large balcony from where the skyline of Mumbai was clearly visible , he had a cigar in finger and one hand on the railing leaning in to the darkness of the night the city was bustling with lights and horns of cars but he was silent , the world was cruel to him since childhood his mother left him and his father to live alone and ran with her lover who was rich and wealthy unlike his father who was middle class , his father loved his mother but she ran and showed that only money and power matters in this world since then he decided to become the most powerful influential and rich man and today he had everything .............................................

but still he had nothing in life to love, to cherish , to adore , to care , to keep forever , to protect , he thought that these things made men weak and powerless so he never fell in love and never touched any women , actually he hated women's they all are golddiggers and fake masked they all sugarcoat and are greedy . When he was thinking all this suddenly a call he took his phone and answered

hello?

Good evening Mr. Rajveer Singhania , we solemnly invite you to the grand finale of miss world fest as the Chief guest . please honor us with your presence .

hmm....okay I will be coming for sure .

Thank you so much sir

the call ends

he keeps the phone aside another fucking event to go and stay between those women's with charm all that bullshit again

but something felt different like something was about to change anyways he crushed the cigarette under his foot and taking a warm bath went to sleep .

meanwhile ,

SAMAIRA POV

Oh god I am really nervous what will happen tomorrow , will I win ? Its okay calm down samaira you will do your best tomorrow now be at peace , I am wearing a black gown tomorrow .

Okay, so I need to sleep and be calm . I laid down on bed thinking about my life as thinking about boring things makes me sleep easier so when I was young I couldnt speak when I was born I just used to cry a lot seeing my devil brothers face who made faces to make me giggle then when I was just 15 my father passed away and my life took a twist my brother was 25 and working so my family did not face financial problem but I started to become distant ,my fathers death affected me a lot .

He was my dear dadda and I was his baccha he used to treat me like a princess ,adored and loved me a lot unlike my mother who was just loving towards my brother ,I dont have problem with my brother but still I crave love when, I was in 9th class a thug chapri yet handsome senior proposed me beacause of my beautiful looks and sexy figure and I just rejected I do not want anyone to be just obsessed with me because of looks I want love actually I crave it after I was 15 and when I was 20 and in college I participated for a ramp walk and city miss Mumbai after I won that I participated for miss India and got second and now participating for miss world will I win ?

Idk , I will give my best and expect best that's it about my boring life I dont even have friends cause I am beautiful the girls envied me because their crush liked me, I was topper and teachers fav child . Life was good until I reached 15 I had friends , my papa and everything and then it all shattered anyways now lets sleep good night .

that's it I know they are going boring but please guys ahead this is going to improve . Thanks for reading !