thoughts from heart

As usual Vansh was surrounded by models. He chuckled to himself. There was one time when these models didn’t even spare him a second glance, but now just because he was a successful photographer they never left a chance to surround him, laugh at his lame jokes so that they could bag a shoot from him. Vansh looked around and saw Meera talking to an investor. His smile turned into a frown as he could make out that Meera wasn’t interested in talking to him. She was actually just waiting to excuse herself. He sighed. He wished Meera would start paying more attention to the business. They needed funding and projects and Meera’s non committal attitude wasn’t going to help. Vansh turned his attention back to the model who was talking gibberish but he did realize that Meera left the venue. ‘Cigarette’, he whispered to himself. She had promised him that she wouldn’t smoke but he knew that Meera wasn’t keeping her promise. Every bag/clutch of hers had a cigarette tucked in it. “I’ll ju...

People laughed and Meera looked in the direction from where it roared. She was right. Vansh had cracked a joke and once again stole the show from every gorgeous model in the party. She smiled and turned her attention back to the investor. "You're a true power couple. See where you have brought the company. Now buckle up for the next show. If that's a success too then you guys would be a rage," a short, stout guy talked while clinking glasses. Meera smiled but she just wanted him to be quiet. She excused herself and looked at Vansh again. He was surrounded by people and gorgeous models. She had an unbearable itch to smoke. She checked her clutch and found a Marlboro neatly tucked in a corner; visible to her eyes but hidden from plain view. Being an addict, she knew she wasn't supposed to smoke but the pain got unbearable. 'Just one drag,' she promised herself and slyly walked out of the venue. She quickly lit the cigarette and took a drag. Phew! It felt...