Chapter 1☆ Emotional Disaster ☆
Venue-A small but convenient flat in central Akasaka,Tokyo
Time- 6:07 am
Weather- 27°c, not hot not cold but windy
Date- April 7th..2025
The morning starts slow — as The sun lights up the room through the curtains As It Reveals Two people one girl who look like she haven't sleep whole night and beside her a Boy who is Sleeping like a panda and Suddenly the girl wake up hearing faint buzz of the alarm mixes with the soft lo-fi song she set last night, something that feels like sunlight on skin. It vibrates through her room as she stretches an arm out from under her blanket, blindly slapping the phone until the music finally plays properly.
For a second she just lies there, staring at the ceiling, heart thumping with that mix of excitement and nervousness only a big day can bring.
Behind her, her boyfriend is snoring lightly, face half-buried in the pillow.
she gets up.
She pads to the bathroom, feet cold on the tiles. The mirror shows her sleepy face — hair messy, eyes still puffy — but she gives herself a small, determined nod.
Music volume up.
Soft beat. Calm confidence.
She brushes her teeth carefully, slower than usual, because today every step feels symbolic. Her hair gets tied up in a loose bun as she washes her face, feeling the cool water wake her up. She pats her skin, adds moisturizer, a little lip balm — her tiny morning armour.
From the bedroom:
"Ivani... close the Bathroom Door the light is ruining my sleep.." her boyfriend groans "why you are up so early ?".
“You know I have an interview at the company...I told you Raj!"
she shouts from Bathroom.
"Ohh Forgot.."Raj Driffs To Sleep again
She throws a towel at him before walking away.
Her cupboard door squeaks open. She’s already ironed her outfit last night — crisp white shirt, soft grey trousers, and that blazer she only wears for Serious Adulting. She holds it up against herself, checking angles in the mirror.
Perfect.
She slips into the clothes carefully, smoothing every wrinkle as the music switches to something slower, more cinematic. She adjusts her collar three times before feeling satisfied.
Her boyfriend finally sits up, hair all messy, blanket still wrapped around him like a burrito.
"Why are you so seriously Dressing up for You look like you will Kiss The boss's Ass to Get in there.."
Raj laughs at his own Jokes
She smiles although she feels Hurt as Only she know how hard she had to work for this interview all the sleepless nights of tireless work to create her perfect Resume even Her vision board hold The Picture of the Company He doesn't how much She Hated her past company how her Past boss used To Touch her Sholders in a weird way..
"Shut up You know...."
She wanted to argue but stops as She knows from a small age you can't win a fight against stupid people and her boyfriend or her Fiancé is one of them she stops and give him a smile and Do the thing she is Doing..
Skincare, Makeup, Hair — The Holy Trinity
She sits at her tiny mirror table, switching to a more upbeat song. A little concealer, soft blush, neat eyeliner — she does everything with that quiet, dreamy concentration she’s known for.
Her hair gets brushed gently, parted to the side. She pins two strands back, looks at herself again, tilts her head
“Hmm… something’s missing.”
Perfume. Just a light mist at the neck.
Her boyfriend whistles.
“You look like you own the company already.”
She picks her polished black shoes from the rack. Before wearing them, she wipes them again — not even a grain of dust is allowed to live today.
Then she adds her watch, her tiny earrings, her favourite pen into her bag, and finally checks every document twice. Resume. ID. Portfolio. Confidence.
Everything is ready.
Music gets switched to a soft anthem — the type that makes you stand taller.
Time to Leave
She stands at the door, holding her bag.
Her boyfriend, still half-asleep but trying to act supportive, shuffles toward her, wraps her in a lazy hug.
“Go,” he mutters.
She laughs into his chest.
“Wish me luck.”
He kisses the top of her head.
"When are you coming back ?"
She smiles "I don't Know But It will take more than ...I will come in the afternoon..I think"
Raj smile in that smile their is a weird sense of Satisfaction and Enthusiasm
Ivani Turned to Give a Hug to Her boyfriend but He shut the Door before she could do anything . She signs and Surgs
Time- 7:37..
She enter the station as Her mom calls her they live in India
"Beta......what are you doing??"
"Justing getting in the train ma"Ivani
Signs as she say the sentence
"Train ohh you told me you have a interview right? Where is Raj ? Is he with you?" Her mother says
"Nah..he is sleeping.."
Her mother gasps Dramaticly"What he isn't with you so than please take care of you..If he was with you I don't have any tension but you know how man are and he also did a hard work all Day..."
"Hmm" Ivani say as she know Raj is a Digital Designer so He stay at home and work hard so much That he didn't even get a time to Cook or clean 'Typical man' her mom always calls that
Her mom start to yapping about everything although Ivani feels half of them are trash. She still listen to them Suddenly Her Train enters...
"Bye mom Train is here" Ivani cuts the call bye her mom charts some Wishes for her Goodluck
Her Father is sitting beside her mother with Her Younger sister helping her in math although It's clear that she doesn't understand anything buy still nods in Full confidence Her Father look at her mother."Why she have to Leave the past company It was Good for her, Ivani is always so self centered Never cared about Raj or us"
Mother shots Him a glared "Do you work there or her she knows what best for her"
Her father still give a Disappoint look and Her sister's eyes filled with Jealousy
The train stops at Rongpongi station at 8:30 am She steps out of the train into Tokyo’s bright, buzzing air — neon signs, fast footsteps, a thousand lives moving at once. Her heart jumps with excitement.
She pulls her small suitcase, smiling at everything — the vending machines, the busy roads, even the cold wind brushing her face.
This is it. Her new start.
On her way to the company building, she helps a lost tourist find their station, picks up a lady’s grocery bag that slipped, and even gives a small kid his dropped toy back.
Every time someone smiles at her, she feels lighter.
“Maybe… maybe this is how I’ll succeed,” she whispers to herself.
“By being kind. By being me.”
And with that thought, she walks deeper into the city, ready for whatever waits next.
Ivani walks into the glass building with her documents held tight, heartbeat steady, telling herself, You can do this… you’ve waited years for this.
She even smile at the receptionist who just give her that 'I don't give a dame' look
She sits with Others,She smile at the girl beside him with a tiny wave but she ignored her completely
One by one other's name are called they enter and come back. Ivani's heart feels like it is a Drum beating for a new festival
Suddenly he hears The magical words
"Miss ..Du..Dutta please enter.." A Guy say with boredom as He did it for many times
But the moment she steps and take a seat into the interview room, everything shifts.
Three interviewers look at her like she’s already a mistake But Ivani still smile politely and say
"I am Ivani Dutta..I am from India actually" She laughs to stop her Anxiety "I came here 1 years 6 mouths ago..and I used to work ..."
One raises an eyebrow.
“Your portfolio is… this? That’s all?”
Another flips her resume once, sighs loudly.
“You seriously think you’re ready for a company of this level?”
She listened to many interview questions and answers in Internet last night for more confidence so she thinks all of this is A test..
"Actually I ..."
The third doesn’t even bother to look up.
“We expected someone more… impressive.”
She seats there frozen, hands shaking behind her back.
“I—I can explain—” she starts softly.
“No need,” the first interrupts. “We’ve seen enough and you actually have more like you.. sorry Miss Dutta leave. You have nothing in special actually..”
Her throat burns.
The second interviewer smirks.
“Next time, try to look more confident. Or at least… more professional.”
She bites the inside of her cheek so hard she tastes metal, forcing herself not to cry right there.
Her voice cracks, “Thank you for your time.” She stand up and left her eyes red her throat feels like someone put a cactus in that
Her chest tightens — she can’t breathe. She left to the stairs her mind still replaying the words the interviewers told her few minutes ago
Why wasn’t I enough? Why didn’t they even let me try?
The rejection feels like it split her open. She try to smile it's her habit to smile even when she is about to cry
She entered the Nearby Bathroom and look at the mirror her red eyes and puffy cheeks one side of her mind still playing the replay of her past rejections not just now but in past when she studied but still she gets c + in every subject and other part is making sure if someone saw or notice her crying or not..
suddenly everything inside her snaps.
Her bag hits the floor.
Her documents scatter.
Her perfume bottle rolls away.
And she drops to her knees, shaking.
The first sob is small…
then the second cracks her chest open…
and then she cries the way a child cries when the world feels too big—loud, messy, uncontrollable.
Tears stream down her face as she grips her hair with both hands.
“WHY?!”
Her voice echoes in the empty tiles.
She punches the air, the sink, anything, everything—
not to hurt, but because she’s overflowing.
She throws her scarf at the mirror.
Her notebook.
Her pen.
Everything.
Then, in the middle of her sobbing, she lets out a short, broken laugh—
the kind that comes only when pain twists itself into something wild.
“Heh… of course,” she whispers, shaking and laughing through tears,
“Of course they rejected me. Why wouldn’t they? Why wouldn’t the universe pick me to humiliate today?”
Her laugh turns into another scream, her scream melts back into sobbing.
She grabs the edge of the sink and leans over it, staring at her red eyes, her trembling lips.
For a long moment, she just breathes heavy, uneven, desperate.
Then slowly… painfully…
she picks up her bag.
Her papers.
Her things.
She wipes her face with her face
She’s still leaning against the sink, breathing hard, eyes swollen, when suddenly—
Click.
A stall door behind her opens.
A couple steps out, clearly startled, hair messy, clothes wrinkled, lips red from kissing.
The guy freezes mid-step.
The girl grabs his arm.
They probably from the bloody company who Just rejected her
Both of them stare at her like they’ve just walked into a horror movie.
Her mascara-smeared face.
Tears drying on her cheeks.
Her scattered things on the floor.
Her chest still shaking from crying.
The guy whispers,
“Bro— is she okay??”
The girl whispers back,
“Don’t look, don’t look— just GO!”
They hurry past her, practically running out of the bathroom like they’ve seen a ghost.
But she doesn’t even blink.
She doesn’t care.
She doesn’t have the energy to care.
Then she picks up her bag, wipes her face one last time, and walks out slowly—
like nothing in the world matters anymore except surviving the next breath.
She walks through the city like a storm.
No softness left. No smile. No kindness.
A man bumps into her accidentally—
She snaps, “Watch where you’re going.”
A store clerk greets her—
She ignores him completely.
Someone tries to hand her a flyer—
She slaps it away.
Every step feels like fire under her skin.
Everyone is the enemy.
Today the world doesn’t deserve her kindness.
By the time she reaches her apartment door, her chest feels tight, her hands cold.
She pushes the door open
And freezes as she found two pair of red heels In her Porch she know they aren't hers she tip toed scared to see her worst she prayed that she doesn't have to see what she is thinking
But universe has other plans
Her boyfriend is on the couch.
His hands on another girl’s waist.
Her lips pressed against his she has blone short hair Ivani knows her she is Raj's boss suddenly everything become clear to her why Raj always works late why He get excited when Ivani have to stay at office for work.
They pull apart instantly, shocked—
but the damage is already done.
For a moment, everything inside her goes silent.
Not anger.
Not pain.
Just… emptiness.
She drops her bag.
It hits the floor with a small, hollow sound.
He stands up, panicked,
“Babe—wait—this isn’t—”
She raises a hand to stop him, eyes blank.
“Don’t,” she whispers.
Her voice is so calm it’s terrifying.
The other girl grabs her purse and try to run out of the apartment but stop to explain at her
"Look it's a mistake..and I am.."
Raj step closer put a hand on the girl—
"Look our marriage is set by our parents..I actually never like you..I was pressured you have to understand me right.."
The Girl nods along with him like she is his emotional Gurdian
"I will treat him better than you Ivani..you have to understand.."
Ivani's throat tightens, but no tears come.
She’s cried enough already.
“Today,” she says quietly,
“was the worst day of my life.”
She walks out of her room slowly, hair messy, eyes empty, steps quiet.
Her boyfriend gulps.
The girl beside him curls up on the couch like a frightened mouse.
Then—
she picks up the small shoe rack
…and throws it at the TV like she’s pitching for the Olympics.
POOF!
It breaks and the Tv sceen got a big creak .
Her boyfriend screams,
“BABE—STOP! THAT’S MY HOUSE!”
She grabs his stupid decorative vase next.
The one he always bragged about.
Smash.
Right on the floor.
The girl yelps.
The boyfriend jumps behind the sofa.
“LISTEN—RELAX—WE CAN TALK—”
She snatches his favorite gaming headset and snaps it like a biscuit.
He gasps so dramatically it’s almost funny:
“My… my GEAR?!”
Then she drags his beloved swivel chair, spins it once—
and kicks it.
It rolls across the room and hits the wall.
The girl whispers,
“Is she… is she possessed??”
He whispers back,
“stop please....”
He gained his sense after a long state of wonder
"Stop Ivani or I have to call your parents.."
She stands there breathing heavily, surrounded by chaos, hair flying, looking like a funny but deadly
"What parents ? Ohh my parents go call them go..tell me what You did ?
Tell them how you sleep with a fucking blonde when your wedding is in 2 weeks Mother fucker..."
Ivani says Raj never seen this side of her Raj looked like a scared cat
"Stop.. Ivani.." The girl beside Raj yelp in a scared but Dramatic voice
“I–I just wanted to say… I really love him,” she sniffles.
“Aww, sweetheart… love him?”
She folds her arms laughing like she heard the most Great joke ever.
“You can keep him. He’s a buy-one-get-trash-free offer.”
The girl blinks, shocked.
“And honestly,” she adds, tilting her head,
"If that is your taste… you deserve each other. Even though you look like you Suck people's Dick for living
You cheap whore .. here take 20 Dollars"
Ivani hand out a 20 Dollar bill in her hand
"Buy yourself some sleeping pills or better make and consider taking therapy my tip.. "
The girl Cried in embarrassment as Raj Remembers that he have to act like a man and say"leave, leave my house right now.."
She smirks, steps over the broken things, grabs her bag…
And Pack her suitcase and left
and walks out like the queen of destruction leaving her boyfriend and The girl alone..
Ohh Before living she give a Smile and a middle finger 🖕 to both of them..
She left the block she only have her Electronics,some clothes and her phone Right now she have no where to go..
She walks straight into the first pub she sees—
lights flashing, music thumping, people already half drunk.
Perfect.
She goes to the bar.
“One drink,” she says.
Then after finishing it way too fast—
“Actually… make it three.”
A few minutes later she’s on the dance floor, hair flying, body moving, the whole day melting under neon lights.
For the first time today, she feels alive instead of broken.
A group of loud, glitter-covered girls notice her.
“BABE you look like you’re fighting demons tonight!” one of them shouts.
She laughs—
then suddenly, everything spills out.
She sits with them, slams her drink down, and starts telling her entire tragic day:
“THE INTERVIEWERS ROASTED ME TELLING ME I AM WORTHLESS—
THEN I CRIED LIKE A PSYCHO—
THEN A COUPLE RAN AWAY FROM ME—
AND THEN I FOUND MY BOYFRIEND KISSING SOME DISCOUNT GIRL!”
All the drunk girls gasp dramatically in perfect synchronization.
“NOOOO HE DID NOT—”
“WHAT KIND OF MAN—”
“BABE YOU DESERVE A CEO NOT A CLOWN—”
“My girl was fighting BOSS LEVEL struggles!”
They surround Ivani, hugging her, shouting insults at her ex, hyping her up like she’s the main character of a music video.
Someone hands her another drink.
Someone fixes her eyeliner.
Ivani laughed at Bit..But look at her reflection on the pub's mirror and again Cried a bit
"I am a Emotional Disaster ~"
"Ahahhhaha~~"
