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#MyDiaries ~Illusion

#MyDiaries ~Illusion #Chapter5: The Unsaid Holding those papers, standing on the road, I somehow managed to get back to my senses. That vendor was still looking towards me with open eyes as if he was the owner of a jewellery shop and I was a thief. With the help of 'Gandhi Ji' I inquired about the girl from him. Her name is Pooja. She is an independent women, working as a journalist for "The Journal" despite facing all odds from her family being a commissioner's daughter in law. Her husband is a politician and will soon be fighting a state election. And the vendor also said in hush tone about the accusation on her husband, so he married Pooja, to get his image clean. Sometimes destiny plays a vital role, few hours later to this incident, I received a call from "The Journal" and was asked to visit their office. I was told that I can continue with my book practice simultaneously and work for their "Open Pen" column as well. A month ago, I denied their offer, but this time to keep a surveillance on Pooja, I accepted the offer. •••Continued in Caption below 👇••• For full series click on #MyDiaries_illusion👈 Continuation below 👇 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sometimes destiny plays a vital role, few hours later to this incident, I received a call from "The Journal" and was asked to visit their office. I was told that I can continue with my book practice simultaneously and work for their "Open Pen" column as well. A month ago, I denied their offer, but this time to keep a surveillance on Pooja, I accepted the offer. As agreed, I joined the office the very next day and started spying on her, where all my efforts were going in vain. So one day I decided to directly have a normal conversation, which resulted in an action against me. The Manager, Mr. Ajay, called me in his cabin and scolded me for almost no reason. He was sitting with a guy who was wearing a milky white kurta and black Nehru Jacket on top, looked like some politician. Ajay, warned me in front of him marking his words loudly​ and clearly "You are not supposed to go in anyone's cubical until and unless I ask you to do so. Take this assignment file and get back to work, FOR WHICH YOU ARE BEING HIRED HERE".
#MyDiaries ~Illusion #Chapter5: The Unsaid Holding those papers, standing on the road, I somehow managed to get back to my senses. That vendor was still looking towards me with open eyes as if he was the owner of a jewellery shop and I was a thief. With the help of 'Gandhi Ji' I inquired about the girl from him. Her name is Pooja. She is an independent women, working as a journalist for "The Journal" despite facing all odds from her family being a commissioner's daughter in law. Her husband is a politician and will soon be fighting a state election. And the vendor also said in hush tone about the accusation on her husband, so he married Pooja, to get his image clean. Sometimes destiny plays a vital role, few hours later to this incident, I received a call from "The Journal" and was asked to visit their office. I was told that I can continue with my book practice simultaneously and work for their "Open Pen" column as well. A month ago, I denied their offer, but this time to keep a surveillance on Pooja, I accepted the offer. •••Continued in Caption below 👇••• For full series click on #MyDiaries_illusion👈 Continuation below 👇 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sometimes destiny plays a vital role, few hours later to this incident, I received a call from "The Journal" and was asked to visit their office. I was told that I can continue with my book practice simultaneously and work for their "Open Pen" column as well. A month ago, I denied their offer, but this time to keep a surveillance on Pooja, I accepted the offer. As agreed, I joined the office the very next day and started spying on her, where all my efforts were going in vain. So one day I decided to directly have a normal conversation, which resulted in an action against me. The Manager, Mr. Ajay, called me in his cabin and scolded me for almost no reason. He was sitting with a guy who was wearing a milky white kurta and black Nehru Jacket on top, looked like some politician. Ajay, warned me in front of him marking his words loudly​ and clearly "You are not supposed to go in anyone's cubical until and unless I ask you to do so. Take this assignment file and get back to work, FOR WHICH YOU ARE BEING HIRED HERE".
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For full series click on #MyDiaries_illusion👈 Continuation below 👇 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sometimes destiny plays a vital role, few hours later to this incident, I received a call from "The Journal" and was asked to visit their office. I was told that I can continue with my book practice simultaneously and work for their "Open Pen" column as well. A month ago, I denied their offer, but this time to keep a surveillance on Pooja, I accepted the offer. As agreed, I joined the office the very next day and started spying on her, where all my efforts were going in vain. So one day I decided to directly have a normal conversation, which resulted in an action against me. The Manager, Mr. Ajay, called me in his cabin and scolded me for almost no reason. He was sitting with a guy who was wearing a milky white kurta and black Nehru Jacket on top, looked like some politician. Ajay, warned me in front of him marking his words loudly​ and clearly "You are not supposed to go in anyone's cubical until and unless I ask you to do so. Take this assignment file and get back to work, FOR WHICH YOU ARE BEING HIRED HERE". #Illusion #Destiny #Rape #ShortStory #yqbaba #RESPECTWOMEN #crime #purelove #shortstories #Part5 #Spreadsmiles #Chapter5 #VividVarun #MyDiaries_illusion👈