"It's a girl." The nurse in the labor room enunciates.
I'm barely awake, utterly worn out, all of my energy has drained off from the body, but still I hear the nurse before closing my eyes. The new-born begins weeping at the top of her voice. Before her I was screaming due to the strong cramping in my abdomen and below.
I hear Katherine's happy laugh after the nurse's announcement. She is with me in the labor room and I'm thankful to her because I was very scared with the entire baby birth process and my level of fear reached to its peak the moment I started feeling labor pain.
"Goodness, Sanaya. She looks so delicate." Katherine whispers in my ear.
My lips slowly stretch and form a weak smile. I force my heavy eye lids to move up. My eyes didn't fully open, but still I manage to see the baby who is covered in blood. The nurse takes her outside and the labor room falls into complete silence.
An hour later, they shift to the private room of the
Yes, Sanaya left for real. Let's accept that.
Two weeks later After going through another round of my parents' scolding, I push open my bedroom's door exasperatingly and step inside. Since Sanaya has left the house, I'm experiencing this almost every day because according to them, it's my fault that she left. Never in my dreams, I could think that she was planning to leave the house, leaving her new-born behind. All that time, all those months when we caged her in this house, she never once tried to escape. But now when she began receiving special treatment, respect and love, she chose to disappear into thin air. I get rid of my slim-fit, charcoal grey suit's jacket, inattentively toss it on my bed. I undo the buttons of my cuff and roll up the sleeves of my off-white, cotton shirt. Sitting on the bed, I replay the conversation in my head when Samara admitted all her wrongdoings. ----- "Samara, you're assuming on your own. I've no plans
"It's because I don't have any answer right now." I say, "You go from here please." "Sanaya is not going to wait for you forever. She has already left and you're still not sure about your own heart?" "I do feel some powerful emotion for her that controls me. But..." I trail off. She sits beside me on the bed, "I know you're angry with me, but you can tell me your concerns, maybe, I can sort them out for you." Her strong perfume hit my nostrils. I glance at her, considering her offer. "What's stopping you?" I lower my gaze, thinking, "The circumstances, the guilt, age-gap and also its new for me." The fact that she is too young for me has always bothered me. I always felt an oldie in Sanaya's presence. That's why I purposely favored Samara in front of her, forcing her to abort the baby. I knew I was hurting her, but I was only doing this to keep myself away from her and forced her to do the same. She is supposed to be wi
Three Years Later "This haircut is giving you a whole new look." The young girl who is doing my hair comments. It's beginning of the flower season, the cold temperature transiting to summer heat gradually. It's my favourite time of the year, so I thought of getting a new look. My friend, Carol recommended me a new hair salon, said they have skilled and experienced staff. Her good reviews about the place impelled me to witness it by myself. She is right to some extent. The service is good, staff is cooperative and polite and the warm layout of the salon makes the environment calm. The fresh, light cooling of the air conditioner has relaxed my limbs. "Are you sure?" I ask for an assurance. "Of course, see it by yourself." She combs her fingers in my hair for one last time and then steps back. I stand on my feet, slightly push back the rolling chair and looks myself in the mirror. Previously I had
"Did you contact the client and ask him the information we need?" I ask from Tanisha.She is one of the interns from the contact department ofiAdverts. It's an advertising agency where I work. However, I'm from the research dept. My main task is to proofread, edit and analyse all the obtained data from researcher, investigators or data collectors and then hand over to the head of the department for their approval.Five months later after shifting to another state, I requested transfer papers from my previous college. I got admission in college here in California and completed my studies. Ryan and Tessa helped me in this matter because they had know-how of colleges here and their requirements."Yes. It's on my desk. I'll bring it you." Tanisha replies."Okay." I begin walking towards the elevator because my office's desk is on another floor.After completing my college degree, I did few internships here and there to gain some experience and to
I'm utterly dumbfounded. On the other hand, Ashar is looking casual and relaxed with a small smile playing on his lips.He is in sapphire blue, cotton shirt, slightly wrinkled and his black blazer hanging on his arm. His rolled up sleeves are indicating that he is standing here for quite some time. The sapphire blue color is making him look fairer and smarter. His dark hair are falling over his forehead, almost touching his brows. That fringe haircut is giving him a different, boyish look.He ambles to me and stops just a step away. I feel as if I'm hallucinating or maybe it's all just a dream. But he speaks again in the same calm tone, forcing me to accept that I'm seeing him in front of me for real. "It's not good for your health if you're working this late.""How did you-you know I work here?" I stutter a question. I'm still frowning while moving my eyes up and down, examining his appearance.He shrugs, "I found out."I cross my arms, getting re
Carol stares at the dance floor, sighing, "They're so cute, Sanaya. When will I get my man?"I don't respond to her because I'm lost again in my own thoughts. It has been three days I saw him outside my workplace and after that I didn't see any trace of him anywhere and this is further escalating my anxiety. Maybe he was just here to bother me now headed back to his home.I'm unable pay attention to office work as well. My mind has been keep thinking of the possible reasons he showed up all of a sudden. He even knows where I work."Earth to Sanaya." I hear a loud thump. It's Carol actually who has slapped the table in front, "I've called your name several times. What's the problem?"I become alert, "Oh, I'm sorry. I just zoned out.""What is it?""Nothing. It's work related." I take a mouthful sip from my drink."No, I think you're missing your daughter. It's all over your face."I just stare her wordlessly. I bite my lips to s
There are few things that are really disturbing me. Firstly I clearly remember in my last letter I requested Zoya's paternal family not to tell her about me. But still they did. That means she maybe knows about me since the beginning and even waited for me.I gave a chance to Ashar and his parents to completely disconnect me from Zoya's life and expected them that they would use this opportunity for their own benefits, but they didn't. That girl called me Mom, it means they introduced me as her mother to her. There is definitely something I'm missing.Secondly, they even named her 'Zoya' and it's really stupefying. Why did they give so much importance to my opinion? I had never expected Ashar to consider my name suggestion. The thought that Zoya spent all those years, missing her Mom is breaking my heart. I didn't want her to be sad because of me. That's why I told Hobsons not to tell her about me.Next day in the office, another surprise awaits me. The CEO of t
"I don't think...um...I can work on Hobsons's project." I say hesitantly to Caldwell.As I said, I'm afraid of him a little and it's completely normal, after all he is the chief executive officer of theiAdverts.His eyes are focused on his laptop's screen, but when he hears me, he turns his attention to me, "Ms. Frances, I didn't ask your opinion on this matter. I'm quite busy right now. If you don't have anything important to say, then don't waste my time."Something very expected. I know I'm uselessly trying to convince him for this. The chances are very low that he'll listen to me because I'm just an employee here and don't hold much power."This is important. You said Ashar Hobsons is your special client. That's why I'm insisting you to please replace me. I'm not sure about my skills." I hope I'm not sounding desperate.He stands up from his office chair, "I think you're overly nervous about this. I've thoroughly judged the past performan