A chill goes down my spine. Samara is a bad news for me. As soon as I hit the 'accept' button on my phone screen, she explodes, "I'm doomed. Everyone knows now, Sanaya.""What are you talking about?" I inquire hesitantly.
"My own Dad two-timed me. He told everything to Uncle Matt." She begins crying on phone, "Just because he can't cheat his lifelong friend."My lips part. I'm completely thunderstruck. I sit back on the same table I shared with Ashar few minutes ago. Cold fear spirals through me. I understood now about his father's urgent call. Ashar is going to know about the truth of his marriage soon. My end is near.Samara can't get a grip on her own created mayhem. She comforted me with her lies that she would take care of everything. Her father won't reveal the truth. This woman is fooling me since the beginning."Sanaya? Are you listening to me?" She yells."What-what's going to happen now?" I stammer."They don't know about you yet. But Uncle Matt has askedI go back to hospital again to stay with Carol. "How are you doing know?" "I'm feeling devastated." She whispers. "You're scaring me, Carol." I sit down beside her bed side. Bandage is wrapped around her head. She is looking weak and sad. "I feel so broken. My feelings were sincere for him. I can't believe he was thinking to molest me the whole time." She chokes in grief, "He was so drunk and then all of sudden, he became wild and forced me to...to..." Tears begin streaming down her face. I hold her hand, "Carol, relax. Please. Over-thinking will worsen your health. Forget about him." It' difficult for me to console her at such a moment when I need some encouragement too to solve my own problem. This is the most difficult phase of my life. I don't know how to call it...a wife? Not wife or half wife? What I am now? "You were right about him. I should've listened to you." She sniffles, drying her tears with her hand. "You
The clock strikes nine in the evening when I begin cooking some instant noodles for my dinner. I have adopted the habit of frugality since I have stopped working for Hobsons, just trying to save some money for my college and for paying the rent of the place where I'm living. I have to live like this until I'll get another job. However, so far I'm failing.Places where I have left my résumé refused me with a reason that they are full nowadays. Four days has passed since my crime is known to everyone. No one has contacted me after that day, not even Samara which is a good thing because I also want to stay away from them as much as possible.But I'm bothered and curious about what is going to happen next, how Hobsons have decided to solve this marriage disaster and when I can be free from this. I'm freaking me out.The doorbell of my house rings. I stop transferring my boiled noodles into a bowl and reach for the door. Since my apartment i
Last night Ashar's anger was suffice to weaken my strength and my hope that there would be a day when I would be able to make them believe that I'm not a bad person. His threats and hatred scare me to death and make me realize that I won't be able to stand against those powerful people. I'm too impuissant in front of them. Ashar sounded like he is planning to crush me or worse. He's not going to listen or understand me. I've no one on my side to defend me or be my witness. Samara is the only witness, but she chose to back stab me. "What happened to your arm?" Matt Hobsons inquires. I'm currently in Hobsons' mansion because Matt Hobsons called me in the morning to come over. My stress level is only rising. Last night, Ashar came to my place to show his hatred for me now his father called me and I don't know the reason yet. "I fell." I lie. I self-dressed my wound last night and it's a lot better now. Ashar's father looks somewhat similar to him
The same day in the evening, I just sluggishly lay on the middle of my bed, looking at the ceiling. The idea of becoming a wife of the billionaire at the age of eighteen is like a bundle of nerves for me. I'm not sure what is more saddening for me, the fact that I'm now married to the man who think of me as despicable being or the fact that Hobsons are going to lock me in their house and monitor my actions.Which one was the most severe and frightful for me, I can't tell I keep thinking and can't make up my mind to listen to Matt's order. Although he asked me to shift to his house by tonight, but I'm still at my rental apartment and remain torpefied.Sudden knock on my door makes me jump out of my skin. I sit up and glance at the door. Maybe Matt has sent his men now to take me to his house. With the pounding heart, I stand up from my bed and reach to the door.A young, good-looking man in formal outfit is standing there at my doorway with his hands in his pocke
Samara has to give me some explanations for her selfish behavior. She is the main culprit behind all this. She spoiled my image in Hobsons' mind when she could easily bring me out of this mayhem. After meeting with Samara, I'll try to talk to Ashar and make him see the full picture. I can't just stay here silently without trying to clear my name and prove my innocence.Ashar has to know that I'm also not interested in this marriage and will do anything to set myself free from this accidental marriage. I stand in front of Samara's room and knock the door twice. When I hear her faint voice, I open the door and go inside."So, you're finally here." Samara utters. She in the same room where she asked me to wear her wedding dress. It all started from this room. If I wouldn't have came here on the wedding day, this family wouldn't have dragged me here again as a fraud.I cross my arms on my chest, "Yes. Now can you explain why are you doing this to me? I helped
I slowly open my eyes and move them around. The crystal wall lights, geometrical wooden ceiling and the light cooling of the air conditioner remind me the events of the last night. Sitting up, I relax my loose hair through my fingers. Last night I drifted to sleep on the floor, just beside the large bed because I wasn't comfortable sleeping on that soft bed.I let out a loud groan as I feel my muscles contract and the backache. It is probably due to the air conditioner or the cold floor. When my meeting ended with Samara, I came back to this room and laid on the floor. Within few minutes, sleep took over me.Samara told me about her emergency last night and to say that I was shocked could be an understatement. I was out of words. There was a guy named William who was after her since eleven months. He claimed that he loved Samara and wanted to marry her. However, Samara couldn't reciprocate the same feelings to him. She clearly told him that. At first, she t
Samara said she refused William's proposal because she was getting married with the love of her life. But that guy didn't give up. He even visited her office several times. On the wedding day, William sent her few pictures to threaten her. Actually those were the visual evidence of their hang outs and intimate moments. He said he was about to send those pictures to Ashar's cell phone because he couldn't see his love getting married to some other man. Samara got scared and planned to meet him in person as she thought this could be the only way to talk some sense into him. She tried to get in touch with Ashar to convince him to delay the wedding for an hour or two so she could fix that problem, but when she couldn't get a hold of him she started thinking of some other way. She said if Ashar would've seen those pictures, he would've gone crazy with anger and called off the wedding immediately. She cared for Hobsons and Ashar, therefore, she couldn't just give up and let
If Ashar is unable to forgive his life-long friend then there is no way he's going to consider my apologies who is a stranger for him. But avoiding me is not going to settle this problem. Ashar has to confront me if he want himself out of this marriage. After washing thoroughly all the pieces of chicken I put them aside and begin preparing batter for the fried chicken. I'm preparing lunch. "What are you cooking today?" Melanie appears beside me. She's one of the young housekeepers who worked at the mansion. She's young, but three years older than me. Melanie is the old worker of Hobsons, but she was on a break so I didn't see her before. She came from a small town. Her parents couldn't afford to send her to college so after completing her high school she started working as a housekeeper here. Since the pay here was good, she didn't bother herself to find another job. "Fried chicken." I reply while stirring the batter. She watches t
Sighing in exasperation, I allow Zoya to do what her daddy has said. I stand on my feet and sit on the bed. Curiosity is bubbling up in me. I want to know what both of them are doing secretly. I'll be mad at Ashar if he has changed his plan of coming here. I mean, I have prepared dinner for him, even got ready for him and he's not coming here. It has been a week since I last saw him and seems like he didn't miss me. He didn't even sound excited on call while talking to me and here I'm being so eager to see him, hear him. I sit on my bed for like ten minutes all alone and try to think of Ashar's reasons when finally my doorbell rings. Maybe Zoya is back. I'm going to get all the details from her. I pull opened the door and become startled when I witness Ashar instead of Zoya. My mind forgets all complains and anger in a swift and I feel myself lose into a trance. In blue slim fit jeans, white striped shirt and a black jacket on it, he's looking dropped
Mutually Ashar and I have decided to arrange a small wedding at the Church and invite only few people like his family and my friends. We have to get married properly this time in order to get rid of all the confusions. Ashar have also asked the lawyer to renew our marriage papers also. After that he will publicly disclose our marriage.The wedding date right now is indecisive. We have planned to discuss on it after he'll be back from his business trip. He said the trip is important so he has to go, but he has promised me he'll be back in a week this time.In his absence I get a chance to spend some time with his family, even went for a baby shopping with Estella. She's so excited about her first baby that she has planned to buy all the stuff for the new-born on her own. She invited me to go with her. Katherine and Matt also gave me a warm welcome after that party and told me stories of Zoya and how they took care of her altogether.I'm surprised but above
I turn straight and slowly open my eyes. Looking here and there, I acknowledge the different environment around me. Soon everything comes back to my mind and I rise to sitting position. I notice a quilt covering me and I'm still on Ashar's sofa. "How long did I sleep?" I ask to myself, settling my hair through my fingers. "Three hours." Ashar enters into the room, looks at me, crossing his arms on his chest. "Uh?" I react in bewilderment. He has changed his clothes from tux to checkered loose trouser and crew neckline, maroon, plain tee shirt. His hair are ruffled and some of the locks are falling over on his forehead. "You've been sleeping here since three hours." "What?" I widen my eyes and immediately stand up, getting rid of the quilt. My legs are now much better, "You should've woken me up. I only thought to get a quick nap until you'll be free. Where's Zoya?" He laughs, walking towards me, "Don't worry. She's with Mom." H
Times changes, so does people, so does our situations. They realize they were wrong as they become more mature with time. A bad person doesn't always remain bad. We should appreciate him if he musters courage to apologize and repent for his mistakes with a thought that you're not a saint either.That's what I've learnt from my experience. I've decided to let go of every bad memory of my past life and start over; give myself another chance and also to Ashar. Besides, Ashar have already compensated for his mistakes by looking after my daughter all alone, by living as my husband for more than three years."What exactly you were thinking? Why did you turn off your phone?" I breath out.Ashar draws his brows together as he frowns at me. His hands are still hiding in his pockets. He's in plain formal wear, looking clean cut and fresh. His hair are perfectly combed towards his side. My stomach twists. Just a look of him takes away all of my worries and glistens my eyes
After five hours long flight, I land to my home city. Zoya is bored and haggard due to the long journey, but she's not complaining. She knows we are going to see her father.I don't know whether my decision is right or not of coming here and leaving everything behind. I started a new life in another state, but I left it with a thought that I want to stay away from Ashar and his family, but now I don't have to.Even if I and Ashar won't work out, still I don't have to leave this place. I want to live in New York. Through my contacts, I have already managed to find a place for myself and Zoya so I have decided to first go there, put our baggage there and change our clothes into comfortable ones and then I'll go to his house; Hobsons' Mansion.I jump inside the subway with Zoya and get settled on the vacant chair.I snake my arms around Zoya's shoulder. She scoots closer and put her head on my chest, "Sleep for a while, Sweetheart. You look tired."Sh
I thought a lot. I took two whole days to decide what I should do next; whether I should go after him and apologize or just leave the things the way they are right now.I'm scared and too ashamed to face him after ruthlessly pushing him out of my life. I know his whereabouts, his office, his home address, but still unable to muster audacity to apologize to him.I'm afraid of his anger, his rejection that he won't forgive me and tell me that he wants to stick to his decision. However I tried calling him, but his phone was switched off and that thing demotivated me.Zoya kept on pestering me with her questions like; where's daddy, when are you going to take me to him and why he's not taking my calls. I'm tired of making excuses to her and I guess she now smells a rat."Are you sure with your decision?" Carol whispers a question in my ear.I give her a side glance, nodding my head, "Yes. I'll leave after the wedding."She's about to say somethi
I was doing painting with Zoya when I heard the doorbell. I get out of the bed and instruct her, "You stay here. I'll be back."I took a half day from work, thought of spending some time with my daughter. I have to spend more time with her in order to hide the truth about Ashar. I don't know for how long I could conceal it from her that her daddy is not going to talk to him.I open the door. My eyes widen to its full length when I see that woman who had turned my life upside down, standing on my doorway.Samara steps inside my house, "Hi, Sanaya. Long time no see." She looks around, "Your place is nice and warm.""How dare you." I mutter.Anger begins pulsing through me to the extent that I feel I'm going to burst into flames any minute."Nah. That's not how you welcome a guest to your house." She shakes her head, giving me a warm smile."You're not a welcomed guest." I snap aloud."How have you been? It's been ages." She ignor
I further open the door to get a full view of the scene. Samara steps forward to him. Ashar understands her gesture so he opens his arms. They both hug each other."I wanted to surprise you and see your reaction." She smiles against his shoulder.Blood drains from my face. My head starts spinning to the level that I start seeing two of them.Both of them are so lost in each other that they don't even notice my presence when I enter in Ashar's office.They are still close, still together. The woman who started everything, who ruined my whole life is looking so happy in his arms. Was she in contact with him the whole time Ashar was with me? Was Ashar fooling me or what? That thought trembles my heart in fear."I'm glad to see you." Ashar pats her back.They both pull back and smile to each other.Samara's hands remain on Ashar's chest, "Why are you looking so pale? Don't you eat properly or you're working too much?"Ashar c
The fact that bothers me the most is that Ashar all by himself raised Zoya for three years. This is the biggest surprise for me so far. It shows his persistence towards his goal that he keeps on repeating to me that he wants to unite his family.After knowing all of his reasons, I'm still failed to move on or start over because the fears inside control me.Every time I think of calling him or thinking to talk about our marriage, the flashbacks of his vicious behavior begins crossing in my head and stops me to take a further step.I'm sitting on my office desk and staring at my computer screen. These days I can't much concentrate on my work.I minimize the document opened on my computer and go to a search engine. I think of searching about Matt Hobsons. If he had a serious illness then it was certain news media would've talked about it. I would get more information about him and get an idea how Ashar would've went through that time.I was right. As