I couldn't believe how the day had unfolded. I'm Swati, just 19, working my first real job at the clothing shop, trying to be the perfect sales girl. Today was my first day and I wanted to sell something to prove my worth. Everything started innocently until....
A tall, smirking, handsome with strong arms customer—Ritesh arrived at my shop. He introduced himself stating that his pants were all stained. It was noon and I wasn't able to sell anything till now.
"Sell him those pants, Lily. Anyhow", My boss grumbled at me.I grabbed a few pairs in what I thought was his size and moved towards the trial room, my heart pounding a little because he was so much older, like 41, and kinda intense. He was staring at me like he wanted to eat me.
"Here you go, sir. The trial room is this way", He followed me, his bulge already noticeable, and stepped inside the booth. I waited outside, fidgeting with my nametag nervously.
Minutes passed.
I have started something I am not even sure anyone would read. Now here we are. Me—still writing. You—still here. I’m not backed by fame or algorithms, just pure passion… and you. So if you’re reading this, thank you. Your support doesn’t just help—it builds this journey. And every share, every comment, every cheer? It’s another “Keep going.” And I will. For you to read. Comment your darkest desires to read in the story.
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