11

Three Days Later…

"Nezha, someone called when you were in the shower," Sara called out for me as I dressed after the shower. I hurried and went out of the room to take my phone. "who was it?" I asked her.

"from L Broadcast Station. They said your script was found and selected to turn into a drama and you are summoned to meet with them urgently to discuss further." She screamed. "oh my god Nez finally. It is that script right, disqualified one.?"

"oh no! are you kidding me? Is this real?" I said unsure of what to feel.

"Call them back. here" she advised and handed me the phone dialing them.

"Hello, L broadcast station, John speaking to you. Good afternoon"

"Hello Good afternoon, I just received a call sorry I couldn't pick up. I'm Nezha."

"yes, ma'am. How are you? We had a really hard time finding your contact number.

"yea I'm good, thank you."

"Our team found your script recently that was performed for the competition held two years back. We sincerely apologize for disqualifying it. But we would like to give you a chance and make an appointment tomorrow. Is it possible? We have decided to make a new drama with your script but you will have to write it into episode scripts. Let us know and we will send you the car to your place for you to travel." John kept saying.

"Oh no no. am fine with the meeting. I can come. No problem. I live outside the city I can come on my own no problem. Thank you for the concern. Please tell me what time I should be there."

"11.00," he said.

"I will be there. Thank you." And I hung up the phone. My inside began to tremble. "oh my god" I screamed. I ran over Sara and hugged her.

"Lucky Bitch," she said.

"I know," I said and danced around our hall.

"Let's celebrate, let's go to the beach, have some shots and come back. You are going to be famous. What if you forget me?" she nudged me. I laughed aloud kicking her. But I didn't deny. I agreed to go to beach laughing along with her while excitement slowly crept inside me.

Living a very satisfied life as a writer and working as a guest lecturer seemed more than enough for me. I published a few of my works and wrote a web series that had huge followers more than expected. Average income to live a happy life and a best friend to live with. I didn't want anything more or less. And I haven't gone home for the past two years nor thought of moving back to the city. I wished for no more of that except one thing that I'm sure will never be able to get it. One thing I am scared of, hiding and living from.

By evening, we went out walked down the beach and spent time there until sunset. We walked over to one of the small restaurants nearby which serves the best seafood in the area. Sara loves the dried shrimps fry here. We ordered plenty and ate until we got tired instead of drinking shots. "Nez you better carry me home. Am that full." She said laughing unable to even stand and walk. We rested for a long time until it was 8 at night. "let's go. You have a big day tomorrow."

"yes let's hurry," I said and we walked back home. I washed up and went straight to bed choosing not to think of a single thing even when my inside was ringing like bells. I took a couple of deep breaths and slowly drifted off to sleep.