Prologue

3 years ago

Aditi

@desidillse

Prologue

"So the writer of the year goes to, any guesses?," The announcer created a little suspense when the audience insisted him to announce it first and she smirked, "Okay, no suspense and finally... It is Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada again, the consecutive winner of two times"

While the same time a short-heightened man in black suit jumped the pebbles to receive the award with a lame smile. He just stood and said nervously, "hey, I am really bad at speeches so just a thank you to all the readers," and left for the press questions.

"Hey Mr. Raizada how are you feeling right now," one of them ask when he smiled a little, "I am feeling really honoured"

One another asked, "Do you have any inspiration?"

"Not yet," he giggled a little.

Listening to his laughter one lady mediaperson asked, "One of your favourite among all your own stories?"

"Yeah! Unexpected, why work which never printed, and it is releasing tommorrow, aiyega aap bhi" he smiled widened.

"Sir one last, have you ever seen your characters in real?," She continued.

He laughed, "This is not possible, all our my characters, not real personalities," saying this he was about to leave when he turned back, "But I would like to witness it... Beth ke sath coffee piyenge"

Shrugging his head he left from the spot as he had to inaugurate his next book Unexpected. This time likewise his personality, from a famous coffee shop, "Two mugs to cheers" in Pune, apart from NewYork.

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"Hey Kriti, Happy Birthday my bestie," Khushi, a random chirpy girl wished her best friend Kriti from the city Pune.

Kriti has two tickets of the book launch where Khushi was disinterested to visit.

"No please, I know it is your birthday and you're interested to visit at some random book release, but I am not," she threw the tantrums.

Kriti insisted more, "Arey, oh tantrums ki maharani chal bhi na, I have got the tickets after such a struggle"

"Ohoo! Book queen, tere us author ka naam bhi mujhe nahi pata as in meine itni padhai apne course me nahi ki jitni tu novels padh leti hai. So not interested!," declared Khushi.

Kriti had the trump card to play, "What is today?"

Khushi too was shrewd, "Wednesday," and smirked.

"Oh gosh! It is my favourite author Ar...," Kriti pouted but Khushi stopped her and said with a gloomy face, "Chal meri ma bas tere authors ke naam mujhe nahi palle padhte, angrez chale gaye books chod gaye," Khushi pouted and hugged her child like friend, Kriti

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