Book And Beauty

She operates the computers in my office. Kishor, one of my friends, introduced her. She and he have a friendship. Kishor constantly sneaks into her cabin by displaying some significant job.

In relation to the case and converses with her for a long period. He took a chance on meeting her. Everyone in the office gives her time to talk. She is a stunning pearl at work. Kishor develops feelings for her. Every time he goes over her case report, he stands next to her desk and touches her hand. He's an honest and sincere young man. His curly hair and dark face serve as  good personality. He has a kind disposition and speaks quietly. He makes an impression on everyone by conversing fluently with them. His job involves going to the office and residential addresses of loans to confirm the whereabouts of the applicants. He manages every case in the Harbours Line. He completes his work every day for two hours, and he called her on his office phone, discussing cases and case verification. Every day he grows to like her. He is a man who follows duty. She pivoted to face him. She develops feelings for him as well. But since she belongs to a higher caste and he is from a lower caste, their union will not work in the family. She tells him repeatedly that their love is unacceptable in their family and society. He makes a pitiful wage, and his benefits are insufficient to keep the marriage connection balanced.

Everyone in the office wants to talk to her, so they take turns doing so. But she would rather speak with Kishor alone. He works as a bank statement reporter at our Sagar Munde. He is a bank verification report expert. He is establishing accounts with multiple banks to confirm the applicant's bank account. Additionally, he made her feel at ease in the bank, about cases, and get to know her. He has a young, hairless head, having a decent stature and stance. Boss, please take control of his work. Next month, he will be making a promotion. He exposed fraudulent accounts in the workplace and resolved numerous fraud cases. He was often rewarded with an office. Make his supervisor proud of him. Mr. Ganesh Gaikar is an expert in IT. He is at the Vashi IT Center verifying income from Chapter 1 tax files. He's got the department set up. He resolves numerous IT fraud cases for banks. He is valued for his job as well. He'll be promoted to a sampler job next month.

I'm curious to know how far this thought will go. However, I have a soft spot for her; her name is Paris. I'm hypnotized by her eyes in particular.

I have to get to the office at precisely nine in the morning. Make tea and get dressed early every day.

After the cases are over, I hail a rickshaw to get to the Vashi station. I calm my eyes initially by looking at books, a great trove of literature.

Book taste savior, by skimming every page. Universe of wonderful literature. Spending some time alone with books for a bit. I'm exhausted, therefore I'm going to the station.

Boarding the CST train. Participate in it. Calming moments for a few minutes. The platform devoid of any hurry. The compartment is not packed. There are only six or seven passengers in the compartment. I situated myself next to the window. I settled onto a chair. Taken out the shoe shocks. Shocks had an unpleasant odor. The body has a sweaty, beaded fragrance. I'm at ease. I then unzipped the chain and opened the bag. The book that I put the bookmark pin on is the "Guide" novel by R. K. Narayan. As I read, I shift my gaze to the adjacent seat. A villager girl, fumbling with her handbag. There's something fumbling in her purse. She looked in my direction. She appears to be married. She is dressed in an Indian saree and mangalsutra. She appears to be recently wed. I just took my first train ride. But my thoughts briefly shift. assuming she is a married woman. Her toes were covered in ringlets, a common wedding accessory for married Indian women. She seemed to be sitting alone as well. She travels by herself. No one else is with her. Her spouse is not visible. Not accompanied by a relative. why she travels by herself. When there was a fight at home, she left the house. She and her husband separated. My mind is racing with questions. I think for a few minutes. I was glancing in that situation. looking for something mystic. I prefer her eyes over her lips., mystical searching eyes

Grinned like a pond's golden fish. enjoying themselves in the water. Run away in train time. I noticed if She's got a kid. Her presence and esteemed company of beauty are significant factors in my opinion. Before her gaze, book pages appear meaningless. I'm staring into her stunning eye. I put down the book and read her live, "Beautiful forever," into my eye.