She stirred and groaned faintly as she roused from a dreamless slumber. When she woke up, her sleepy eyes parted to settle on the mighty Eiffel tower that was standing in all its glory, in a distance. A thin layer of fog was cloaking it, making it look more breath-taking. What a pretty sight! She couldn't help but admire the view. The wintry weather ruling outside was in deep contrast to her warm room and the coziness of her bed. Snuggled in a thick and comfy cover, she was enjoying her view through the window. That's what made all the difference, she realized. The sight was beautiful for her but it might not be for those homeless people who have to suffer the cruelty of this weather.
With a deep sigh, she turned her face away from the window. Her eyes widened and she ye
After getting ready, Ara went to Angela's room to wake her up.After getting her bathed and ready, she carriedher to the kitchen. Angela was hell excited to see Paris.Ara made a sandwich for Angela and herself.She made her sit in the chair and placed her plate in front of her. Ara was talking non-stop about the places in Paris she had seen in her book. Arasat across from her and they bothstarted munching on theirsandwich."Do you know I can see Eiffel tower from my window," Angela told her. Ara smiled and feigned excitement."Uhu," Arasaid while taking a bite of her sandwich."Yes, and it looks so big, so t
What she felt in that moment was beyond words. Beneath her dazedexterior, she was raging withfrustration, anger, and humiliation. The tears of frustration welled up in her eyes and didn't take long to dripdown her flushed cheeks.He remained seated in his chair, watching her, waiting for her next move.She rushed over to the fireplace and without thinking, put her hand in the fire to pull the remnants of her dress from its clutch. The fire bither fingersbut she didn't care. Her lips wobbled and her nose turned red. Sobbing, she kept on collectingthe unburnt pieces of her dresses. They were more than justclothes, they were the gift from her orphanage, her first salary, a gift from Freya, her only friend.So
Ara was nervously pacing in her room, thinking about what wasgoing to happen tonight, when someone knocked on her door. She halted and turned towards the door to open it.She found Aimeestanding in front of her. She had a packagein her hand."This is for you," she spoke in her thick French accent while extending the largepacket to her."Me?" Ara took the package from her and ran her fingers on it with a confused expression."Sir sent it for you," she pushed her specs up her nose and replied with a polite smile.Ara's finger froze when she said that. She looked up at Aimeeand gave her a forced smile. The girl smiled back and turned to leave.Ara closed the door and walked back to her bed. She unchained the package and whatshe found inside made her eyes shine with recognition.There was a beautiful gowninside it. Breathtakingly beautiful. Precisely, the one th
Killian lunged forward and roughly pulled him up to his feet. The man eyed him in shock as he landed another punch on his face, breaking his nose. Ara remained rooted to his spot, stunned by his sudden outburst.The crowd slowly started to gather around the duo. Killian wasn't going easy on the drunk man. He hit him repeatedly. Each blow, breaking his skin, spilling blood. The otherwise quiet street burst into chaos as the witness gasped at the fatal fight. No one dared to go near Kilian as he had lost it.However, Aa rushed to him when her senses came back. She cant let a man die on her account. The guilt would eat her alive."Sir, please stop," she didn't dare to go near Killian. He was like a wild animal in that moment."Sis, please, sir....It was my fault," she pleaded as tears washed down her eyes. He didn't stop. It felt as if he was possessed.One of the menin the group called the police. And luckily
Killian got down the car and straightened his jacket with poise. The officers moved along with him as he startedstridingtowards the department. Killian halted when a raindrop hit his face.Helooked up at the black sky. It had started to drizzle. Out of nowhere,Bella crossed his mind. He wondered if she had reachedhome or not. He tooka glance at his wristwatch. Twenty minutes had passed by. She must be home by now.He squared his shoulder and started walking toward the department in all his confidence. The men followed him. His demeanor and confidence had started to perturb them.The people around threw glances at Kilian as he got inside. He seemed unaffected by curious gazes. The officers took him to a room. Killian took a seat in a chair as the officerleftto inform h
Where could have she gone? He upped thespeed and raced his car towards the restaurant as the water droplets hit his windshield in quick succession. In no more than ten minutes, he parked in front of that restaurant. He got out of the car. The driver rushed over to him with anumbrella and placed it above him.Killian looked around in search of her but she was nowhere. It was 2 in the morning. The roads were deserted and the shops were closed. It was only him and his driver standing in the middle of the road under the heavy rain.He started taking long urgent strides towards the ice cream parlor where he had left her. Despite the bone-chillingweather, his insides were burning with anxiety. He had to find her. The driver had to run to match his pace with an umbrella in his hand.
He took her to themuseum the next day as he had promised. However, Killian had an eventto attend to so he dropped her home early."Killian,nice to see you here," Jean welcomed Killian with a glass of wine.Killian nodded and flashed him a smallsmile before taking the glass from his hand.Jean was one of his old business partners and to some extent, his friend. Today was his wedding reception."Great arrangements," Killian's gaze surveyed the hall. Jean chuckled and nodded his head."My wife did it," he answered proudly. Killian spared a glance at the groom. His face was glowing with inner happiness.
His words rang in her ear the whole day, boiling her blood. He had turned her into his mistress. This is not what she wanted from her life. How can someone be this cruel? The first thing she had donein the morning was to swallow the contraceptive pill.Killian was home the whole day. Their roles had somehow changed without them realizing it. Ara was dominating his actionsin her own way.Whereas Killian was trying to get close to her, she was ignoring him like a plague. She was silently fuming the whole day. The anger was rolling off of her in waves. For the first time, he felt intimidated by someone. She looked as if she was going to burst any moment nowbut the urge to be near her was stronger than any fear.As the day passed by, her ignorancestarted to get on his nerves. He hated it w