Ashley's POV:I take another few steps forward, holding myself together at the seams. I slowly start to lift the covers from the dishes that are placed on the table. Filet of Halibut fish… lobster carbonara… soup dumplings… fried shrimp salad… roast beef and pudding… deep fried olives with cheese…Just the aroma of all the foods that I'm uncovering is tempting me to forget all about the conditions under which I am here, or even the fact that I am being compelled to eat.Because as I keep lifting the lids, I see everything that has been placed on the table, is indeed my favorite. And I have to admit, I haven't had any of these since my parents have left.Even the Neapolitan pizza is from my favorite joint in New York, even though others might consider it trashy. But the question of whether or not I like these things isn't important right now; the important question is, how does this person know about all of this?I am forced to think that maybe, even Tiffany is not aware of all these
Mysterious Man’s POV:I can't help a smile from appearing on my face the moment I saw her entering the premises wearing a striking red dress… she never fails to take my breath away. And well, I also deserve my due credit; after all, it was indeed a great idea of mine to fit a secret camera wherever I can, in every angle possible… to get a full view of her, every time I want to. And that too, without showing my face.Because each time I see her being clueless, trying to find me and making efforts to see my face, I feel a weird yet comforting feeling warming my heart.After all, this is all I ever want in my life, Ashley, waiting for me, her eyes eager to see me… her being happy.Yes, her being happy and away from everyone is the ultimate goal of my life, because if there is anything that I am sure of, then it is the fact that I don't want to share her with anyone. And when I say anyone I mean it from the core of my heart!I am a little selfish for her love– actually, everything of he
Ashley's POV: I feel like someone has crushed my heart with a hammer, so brutally that I am unable to breathe… or do anything at all. Every portion of my body is telling me that they are not capable of functioning anymore… I am not able to think straight, say anything or even reply to the message I have just read… but I have to.I have to know the reality behind this note, that has left me feeling like a black hole has swallowed me whole. I have to know everything about the accident… because after seeing all these things, I am a hundred and ten percent sure that it wasn't an accident.But if it really wasn’t an accident then how did the police close the case? Why was nobody able to find these clues when the case was open! Why was everyone, including me, served with a completely different story about the crash of the car and blast that followed it?Or is it just me who has been served a completely opposite story? I need to find out…I need to find out everything… I have to get to the
Ashley's POV:So, this person knows my address too?I want to laugh at this thought of mine, the person knows every single favorite dish of mine, which even my best friend can be mistaken with, then how is it possible that he doesn't know about my address!Again, sometimes I am really funny… and an idiot.“Ma'am, can I play a song?"Driver's voice interrupts my thoughts, and I nod with a smile, which takes away all the energy that was left in my body.“When we were young… I met your dad, and when you are old, you will meet someone too!”A song where the singer, a mother, is narrating the story of her first meeting with her husband to her daughter, starts playing on the soundbox.I have heard this song countless times before, as my mother used to sing it every time she wanted to tease me about getting old and finding someone whom I love. Whom I love… probably, the words love, friends and family, have been a curse in my life from the very beginning.Otherwise, why would I only get hurt
Ashley’s POV:Somehow, a full fortnight has passed since that incident, and only now have I finally managed to make myself composed again. Or as composed as a daughter can be, after finding out such harrowing details about the accident that snatched away both her parents at once, which she and everyone else had blamed as a cruel twist of fate. And this all has become possible, only because of Robert. Because Tiffany has again vanished somewhere, without informing either of us. But Robert has not left my side since that day, and has proven that he was the friend whom I have indeed been lacking in my life. Not only has he found a good forensic clinic for me, but he has helped me arrange all the tests… and today, the results are going to arrive.He has also helped me keep myself together, by reminding me about the fact that I have a dream to fulfill and a business to run… he is the perfect person any girl can desire to have in their lives.But even after all these things, I keep askin
Ashley's POV:I can tell you that it was the most traumatic and horrifying moment of my life, which can easily win the title of best short horror movie of all time.The clock, ticking away on the wall in front of me, is indicating the passing seconds of time, which are slowly slipping out of my hands… but at the same time the thought of why Ethan has replied to me today is haunting me so badly that I am unable to think straight. Or even breathe properly. The only thing that is striking against the drum of my mind repeatedly, is the question of why he has replied today… today of all days? At this time, out of all the hours, minutes and seconds I have spent wishing him to be here… here, with me.All these days, when I have been torturing myself non- stop every waking moment, thinking about what he would be doing now, or what I have done to him for him to react like that!But now I see that in fact, the problem is that I didn't do anything… anything at all.I haven't broken any rule of
Ethan's POV: I wait patiently for the reply for the first few minutes, knowing that Ashley hardly takes two to three minutes to reply to my messages. Maybe she will be even quicker, now that she has received a reply after days. But when she doesn't text me back, even after ten minutes, I impulsively start to check my phone every minute. She might be busy with something, that's why she hasn't seen my text yet? I was expecting an excited reply from her side, knowing that she won't be able to refrain herself from asking me where the hell I have been, and why the fuck I behaved like a jerk… or how I have been not reachable to all this time. Because the girl I left behind is someone who can't tame her curiosity to save her life, unless and until she believes you blindly. And once you get to that zone, she doesn't shut up for a minute to give anyone even a little fragment of peace, not even to save their life! But something strange is happening this time; it has been almost hal
Ethan's POV: My heart misses a beat in panic, as I realize that the girl raised with princess treatment well into her twenties, is the same one with her infamous habit of dragging herself into critically dangerous situations, where she herself manages to risk her life– every single time, without fail. I mean, if anybody can prove me wrong in this, then I am willing to give him whatever amount they quote as their bidding amount. Because each single time that I think, what else can happen to her, which is worse than what has already happened, she proves me wrong and shows that it can indeed be worse… much, much worse than my imagination. Sometimes, she really makes me think that it would be easier for me to walk to the moon barefoot than keep her alive. I pick up the phone, put the fork down, and dial her number. She finally receives my call, seconds before it is about to disconnect, and my panic rises to the roof because I still haven't heard anything from the other side. It m