Yesterday, 02:54 PM
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Kusha Kapoor used her stylus to ink one last precise line on the concept art she was preparing for her client and pushed back from the screen to survey her work.
This client (a very well-known TV actress) wanted a clean, simple space for entertaining and daily living, and Kusha had knocked it out of the park once again, if she did say so herself. The color palette, the artwork she had selected, the tasteful elegance of the furniture... it all blended into a seamless, perfect whole. She was sure the client would love it. And, more importantly, a job this big would spread word of mouth about her burgeoning business.
Kusha heard the door open, and a faint smile crossed her lips. Sharath was back from his "special mission". Kusha reached up to switch off the monitor and greet her husband, then paused and took one last moment to admire the clean lines of her concept art.
For Kusha in a lot of ways, creating the perfect life was like designing a room. You had to choose all aspects of it to harmonize perfectly together. Last year, a rich, eccentric businessman she had been working with on designing a den had insisted that she include his favorite tattered old armchair in her design for the room. Kusha ended up quitting the job over that very issue. You couldn't have a harmonious, perfectly designed room with a ugly ragged armchair in it. Similarly she couldn't tolerate imperfections in her life either.
Rakesh was that ugly armchair of a human being. That’s why she had told Sharath to end it with him. Kusha had spent years shaping and molding Sharath into the perfect man for her (in the most loving way possible, naturally), and having a disgusting pornographer like Rakesh as a friend was one last stubborn rough spot on her husband that she was happy to scbang off.
Kusha left her studio and breezed into the kitchen, where Sarath was looking through the mail, a distracted, almost worried look on his face. Kusha's eyes narrowed.
"Hey, babe," she said cautiously, circling to the other side of the kitchen island and watching his face carefully. "So... How did it go? With Rakesh?'
Sharath looked up, startled, his eyes flashing with some sort of intense emotion for a moment. "Fine," he said simply, his eyes darting away from hers. "Wasn't as hard as I thought."
This client (a very well-known TV actress) wanted a clean, simple space for entertaining and daily living, and Kusha had knocked it out of the park once again, if she did say so herself. The color palette, the artwork she had selected, the tasteful elegance of the furniture... it all blended into a seamless, perfect whole. She was sure the client would love it. And, more importantly, a job this big would spread word of mouth about her burgeoning business.
Kusha heard the door open, and a faint smile crossed her lips. Sharath was back from his "special mission". Kusha reached up to switch off the monitor and greet her husband, then paused and took one last moment to admire the clean lines of her concept art.
For Kusha in a lot of ways, creating the perfect life was like designing a room. You had to choose all aspects of it to harmonize perfectly together. Last year, a rich, eccentric businessman she had been working with on designing a den had insisted that she include his favorite tattered old armchair in her design for the room. Kusha ended up quitting the job over that very issue. You couldn't have a harmonious, perfectly designed room with a ugly ragged armchair in it. Similarly she couldn't tolerate imperfections in her life either.
Rakesh was that ugly armchair of a human being. That’s why she had told Sharath to end it with him. Kusha had spent years shaping and molding Sharath into the perfect man for her (in the most loving way possible, naturally), and having a disgusting pornographer like Rakesh as a friend was one last stubborn rough spot on her husband that she was happy to scbang off.
Kusha left her studio and breezed into the kitchen, where Sarath was looking through the mail, a distracted, almost worried look on his face. Kusha's eyes narrowed.
"Hey, babe," she said cautiously, circling to the other side of the kitchen island and watching his face carefully. "So... How did it go? With Rakesh?'
Sharath looked up, startled, his eyes flashing with some sort of intense emotion for a moment. "Fine," he said simply, his eyes darting away from hers. "Wasn't as hard as I thought."
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