LIFE IN STORIES : BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

FEEL HOME
The sleek black car glided to a stop, its reflection shimmering in the afternoon sun. Inside, Shweta Maurya, a vision in white, adjusted her breath, a nervous flutter in her stomach. This was it. The culmination of years of dreaming, planning, and relentless pursuit. "Feel Home," her brainchild, was finally unveiling its doors to the world.
The Director, a whirlwind of organized chaos, leaned in. "Remember, Shweta," he rasped, "poise and grace. You're the face of this resort." The Photographer, a quiet observer with eyes that missed nothing, adjusted his camera, capturing the anticipation in her gaze. "That smile, Shweta," he murmured, "let it radiate warmth, just like the resort itself."
As the car door swung open, a wave of excitement washed over Shweta. The air hummed with the anticipation of the crowd, the cameras flashing like fireflies. She stepped out, a queen ascending her throne, the Director guiding her every move. Two steps at a time, she ascended the grand staircase, her heart pounding in rhythm with the applause.
Reaching the top, she paused, taking in the breathtaking vista. The resort, a masterpiece of modern architecture, stretched towards the azure horizon, a symphony of white and turquoise against the backdrop of the cerulean sky. A sense of profound satisfaction washed over her. This was her creation, her sanctuary.
The launch party was a whirlwind of vibrant colors, laughter, and the clinking of champagne glasses. Guests mingled, captivated by the resort's luxurious ambiance. Shweta moved through the crowd, her smile genuine, her eyes sparkling with delight. She greeted old friends, charmed potential investors, and listened intently to the whispers of admiration.
As the sun began its descent, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, Shweta found herself drawn to the beach. The Photographer, his camera poised, captured the magic of the moment. Couples strolled hand-in-hand, their silhouettes etched against the fiery sky. Children splashed in the waves, their laughter echoing through the air.
Shweta felt a surge of emotion, a profound sense of peace and fulfillment. This was more than just a resort; it was a haven, a place where weary souls could find solace and rediscover the joy of simply being.
Later that evening, as the stars twinkled above, Shweta found herself alone on the balcony of her private suite. The Director, his work done, had long since departed. The Photographer, however, lingered, his gaze drawn to her figure silhouetted against the moonlit sky.
He approached her, a hesitant smile playing on his lips. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" he said, his voice a low murmur.
Shweta turned, surprised to see him. "Yes," she replied, her voice soft, "more beautiful than I ever imagined."
He stepped closer, his eyes searching hers. "You've created something truly special, Shweta. A place where dreams come true."
Their eyes met, a spark igniting between them. In that moment, amidst the gentle rhythm of the waves, a new chapter began to unfold. "Feel Home" had not only become a haven for weary travelers, but also a sanctuary for two souls destined to find solace in each other's embrace.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI