ISABELL'S POV
Sitting on my bed, I am thinking about my life, I feel so bad! Why did my parents have to do this thing to me?! Oh God! Why is my father working in such a stupid company where they just ask us to move after every damn year?! Last year we moved from Cannada To UK and now Chicago! This is such a disturbing thing! I don't have friends. I never had because of transferring. And moreover, it's so damn difficult to adjust in a new environment! It's so difficult to be in a whole new school after every year.
I heard my mother's foot steps. The door to my room opened and from the corner of my eyes I saw my mother coming towards me. She came and sat on the floor in front of me. I felt her holding my hands.
"Siara, dear, I know you are upset. But try to understand Isabel. The nature of your father's job is like this, we can't do anything, and we love you so much dear. We feel sad when we see you sad." Ahhh! She knows how to melt me! Whenever she calls me Siara, it feels so good because only my mother calls me that. My real name is Isabel Williams. My father is from New York and my mother is an Indian. She gave me a beautiful Nick name Siara which means pure and holy in Muslim language. I looked at her and she smiled at me, "Get ready Isabell, today is your first day and you shouldn't be late." She said and got up. Ahhhh! I know I can't do anything! Reluctantly I went inside my bathroom and took a warm bath. I moved outside wrapping a towel around my body. I took out a white crop top with floral print from my suitcase as we just arrived yesterday evening and my room is still un- arranged. I paired it with my blue jeans.
Dad was already sitting on the dinning table and was eating his breakfast.
"Good morning Isabell!'" he greeted me with a warm smile.
"Good morning", I murmured. I had my breakfast quietly and then my mother walked out of the kitchen.
"Ok so, darling, best of luck for your first day!" She chirped.
"Thanks Mom." I replied.
"Behave well Isabell!" Said my dad and I nodded.
We stood up and moved out of the house. Dad kissed Mom and she wished us for a good day.
"Bye Mom!" I said.
"Bye Siara! " She smiled.
Dad and I are sitting in the car and he is driving towards my New school. I am nervous! And I am biting my nails right now.
I must say that Chicago is really beautiful. Yesterday when we arrived it was already dark and the surrounding was not clearly visible. But now under the daylight the beautiful City is clearly visible. The birds are chirping, the streets are not that crowded and the wind is pleasant. After around fifteen minutes we reached near a big building! It's the school, I could see many teenagers parking their cars, gossiping, playing. The school is huge, it's actually like a palace.

I smiled at him, "Thanks Dad," I thanked him.
"Good luck Bell!" He said. He calls me Bell and my mom calls me Siara. They are really sweet. I climbed down the car. I heard the car's sound.My dad was gone now.
Holyy cowww! The students are looking at me! Ah! I hate this. Ignoring the glances, I quickly made my way inside the school building. I followed a corridor where several offices were lined up. I entered into one where it was written Front Office.
The office was really small with a waiting area with padded folding chairs, a red carpet was placed on the floor. Awards were kept on a showcase beside the waiting area, and lastly a Big clock ticked loudly. At a corner there was a counter present and a lady with blonde hair was sitting there with a warm smile.
"How can I help you young lady?" She asked politely as I advanced towards the counter.
"Ah, I am new here," before I could continue, she started speaking, "Ms Williams right?" She asked and I nodded.
"Wait let me print out your schedule sweetie!" She chirped. She is really sweet. I smiled at her.
She printed out my schedule and then gave me my books, "Good day Isabell!" She wished me after giving me the keys of my locker. I thanked her and exited the office.
I asked her the way to the locker before exiting the office so I followed the directions instructed by her and reached the locker's finally! I searched my locker and opened it. I kept the books inside and looked at the schedule. First class is of Maths.
I took my notes book and rushed towards the Maths room even though I didn't know where it is lol. I asked a girl in the corridor and she helped me to find the class room. I entered the class room and the teacher was already present there.
"May I come in, ma'am?" I asked politely. She allowed me and I went towards her.
"New student right?" She asked.
"Yes mam, good morning, my name is Isabell Williams," I replied.
"Good morning, Isabell. My name is Miranda Jones, I am your Maths teacher, you may sit beside Emily," she said.
I looked towards the class and I saw a blonde girl waving at me. I advanced towards her and sat beside her. I smiled at her and she smiled back.
"Hey, hello, I am Emily Joerthy," she chirped.
"Mm, hi, I am Isabell Williams," I replied and then we concentrated on the class.
In the middle of the class one man entered the class and handed a note to Ms Jones.
"Students you all have to be ready!" She announced.
All the students were confused. Why do we need to be ready? For what?
"Ready for what Ms Jones? " One girl asked.
"MR KHAN is coming to visit our school within an hour. So be ready!" She said and stormed out of the room.
From what I could recall of the school pamphlets I'd hastily looked at last night after we'd come here, I realised that Mr. Khan was the school's owner.
But with the way a sudden, excited chatter broke out all around me, you would think it was a celebrity who was coming.
"Mr. SEXY Khan is coming to our school, holy cow!" I heard a girl with a large amount of makeup wearing a very short dress revealing her thighs shouting. The whole class room was filled with similar kind of gossip.
"Hey Isabell! Why are you so quiet?! Let's go to the canteen, come on!"
Emily grabbed my hand and pulled me outside the classroom. I couldn't say anything as she was literally running and I was running with her too. We reached the canteen and we sat on a corner seat. "Aren't you excited?!" She asked."Uh, why? He's only the school's owner, what's all this excitement about?" I asked not knowing what to say.
"Come on Girl! Mr Khan is coming!" She literally shouted.
I looked at her in confusion. "So what?" I asked.
Her eye's popped out in amazement as if I have grown horns. Not only her but the whole canteen is looking at me as if I am some kind of weird creature.
"Oh my God, what is she saying!" I heard some murmurs. I lowered my eyes out of embarrassment and looked at Emily helplessly.
"Mr Khan is the most handsome man to ever exist! And hot! And sexy! And not to mention that he is the owner of millions of school around the globe! He is a BILLIONAIRE!" She all but shouted.
I looked at her and blinked, twice. "Ohhh!" I exclaimed.
"Yes, girl! Did I mention how hot he is? The hottest!" She sighed dreamily and I finally understood what all the excitement was about. All this was making me curious about his looks too and now, I wanted to see him too.
"What's his full name??" I asked out of curiosity.
" SAHEER...MR SAHEER KHAN!"
"SAHEER...MR SAHEER KHAN!" Emily said... The name is so beautiful...... It's an Islamic name..... Saheer Khan..... The name gives an unknown peace to me....I want to know more about him.... I looked at Emily.... She was smiling like a foolish and was maybe daydreaming about Mr Khan...."Emily..." I called out but she wasn't responding... She was still lost..."Emilyyy!!!" I said a little louder this time...... She looked at me with a jerk...."Oops sorry!!! I was lost in His dreams..." She said smiling sheepishly.... I chuckled...."And May I know in whose dreams you were lost in??'' came a masculine voice... A boy came and placed his hands on our tabe and leaned over Emily....What the hell ?! I wa
I struggled to open my eyelids as my eye's were even adamant to open... My head was banging terribly.. But something disturbed a lot.. Like some pungent smell of phenol and medicines.. I reluctantly opened my eyes and closed it immediately due to the irritation caused by the sudden bright light.... Where the hell am I? Am I alive?! " Ms Williams are you okay?" A feminine voice broke my chain of thought.. lifting my eyelids I saw a female figure approaching towards me... Rubbing my eye's with the back of my palm, I cleared the blurred vision... She is the same lady Whom I met in the morning at the Front Office..."Wh....where.... am...I??" I asked while trying to sit up.... "Careful dear....you need rest...." She said while helping me to get up and handing me a glass of water.... I gulped the water in one go.... I was starving for water...."you are in the sick room dear.... You were found locked in the old store room... Students are not allowed
My eyes zeroed onto the well built body towering over my fragile one, shielding me from the trouble.I saw him proceeding towards that tattoo guy whom I had just named " Mr. Trouble" . In the next instant Mr. Trouble Shooter, I mean Mr Khan, grabbed his jaw in his strong palm. I could already feel his power by glancing the way his knuckles were crushing the epidermis of his jawline. Woah, this Man is really very strong, He is tall and powerfully built. My eyes roamed over his broad mascular shoulders. Yearning to see His face I took slow steps towards him ignoring everything else around, I just want to see his face. Nothing else matter's.As if he felt my presense just behind him, He gave me a slight push making me stand behind him and then threw Mr Trouble, or you can say Mr Pervert at a distance.That guys painful growls echoed around the entire place , subsiding the silence of hall. In the next mome
I was still staring at that suspicious car standing under the lone street light. Numerous creepy thoughts surfing inside my head, I am feeling as if the person sitting inside that car has his or hers eyes on me, Is someone stalking me? Am I in danger? What if someone is behind me? Ugh! Stop being a paranoid Bell! Watching those Thrillers wasn't a good idea. Damn. I need to chill. Moreover, who the fuck will stalk me? I am not someone who has something precious nor do I know anyone here.That car is just simply parked there, maybe it belongs to someone living in the neighborhood. It's nothing that important to overthink about. I should sleep now.I was about to close the window and go inside when the sound of the car's engine revving broke the still of the night. I stared after it silently as it zoomed off into the night, completely disappearing from sight. I released a breath I didn't know I was holding as the vehicle was finally
I was still wondering about how he got to know my name when his husky voice rang inside my ears again."Are you okay?"Strong arms gripped my shoulders, pulling me up swiftly."You're bleeding!"His worried, voice reached my ears and almost as if just now realising the way my forehead was hurting from where I'd probably nicked it on the side of the table on my way down to meet the floor, I whimpered.Quickly, he guided me towards a plush chair and gently pushed me onto it."Sit here while I grab the first aid kit."Before I could formulate a reply, he was gone, and was back with a first aid kit just as quickly, his scent- a heady mix of something dark and purely masculine assaulting my senses in the most delicious way possible as he stood in front of me, a cotton ball coated with some sort of an antiseptic at the ready."This is go
" Do you think that I will leave you here alone petite fille ?" ( Baby girl)he said.
Opening the door with the key, I rushed inside and slammed it shut.
Opening the door with the key, I rushed inside and slammed it shut.
" Do you think that I will leave you here alone petite fille ?" ( Baby girl)he said.
I was still wondering about how he got to know my name when his husky voice rang inside my ears again."Are you okay?"Strong arms gripped my shoulders, pulling me up swiftly."You're bleeding!"His worried, voice reached my ears and almost as if just now realising the way my forehead was hurting from where I'd probably nicked it on the side of the table on my way down to meet the floor, I whimpered.Quickly, he guided me towards a plush chair and gently pushed me onto it."Sit here while I grab the first aid kit."Before I could formulate a reply, he was gone, and was back with a first aid kit just as quickly, his scent- a heady mix of something dark and purely masculine assaulting my senses in the most delicious way possible as he stood in front of me, a cotton ball coated with some sort of an antiseptic at the ready."This is go
I was still staring at that suspicious car standing under the lone street light. Numerous creepy thoughts surfing inside my head, I am feeling as if the person sitting inside that car has his or hers eyes on me, Is someone stalking me? Am I in danger? What if someone is behind me? Ugh! Stop being a paranoid Bell! Watching those Thrillers wasn't a good idea. Damn. I need to chill. Moreover, who the fuck will stalk me? I am not someone who has something precious nor do I know anyone here.That car is just simply parked there, maybe it belongs to someone living in the neighborhood. It's nothing that important to overthink about. I should sleep now.I was about to close the window and go inside when the sound of the car's engine revving broke the still of the night. I stared after it silently as it zoomed off into the night, completely disappearing from sight. I released a breath I didn't know I was holding as the vehicle was finally
My eyes zeroed onto the well built body towering over my fragile one, shielding me from the trouble.I saw him proceeding towards that tattoo guy whom I had just named " Mr. Trouble" . In the next instant Mr. Trouble Shooter, I mean Mr Khan, grabbed his jaw in his strong palm. I could already feel his power by glancing the way his knuckles were crushing the epidermis of his jawline. Woah, this Man is really very strong, He is tall and powerfully built. My eyes roamed over his broad mascular shoulders. Yearning to see His face I took slow steps towards him ignoring everything else around, I just want to see his face. Nothing else matter's.As if he felt my presense just behind him, He gave me a slight push making me stand behind him and then threw Mr Trouble, or you can say Mr Pervert at a distance.That guys painful growls echoed around the entire place , subsiding the silence of hall. In the next mome
I struggled to open my eyelids as my eye's were even adamant to open... My head was banging terribly.. But something disturbed a lot.. Like some pungent smell of phenol and medicines.. I reluctantly opened my eyes and closed it immediately due to the irritation caused by the sudden bright light.... Where the hell am I? Am I alive?! " Ms Williams are you okay?" A feminine voice broke my chain of thought.. lifting my eyelids I saw a female figure approaching towards me... Rubbing my eye's with the back of my palm, I cleared the blurred vision... She is the same lady Whom I met in the morning at the Front Office..."Wh....where.... am...I??" I asked while trying to sit up.... "Careful dear....you need rest...." She said while helping me to get up and handing me a glass of water.... I gulped the water in one go.... I was starving for water...."you are in the sick room dear.... You were found locked in the old store room... Students are not allowed
"SAHEER...MR SAHEER KHAN!" Emily said... The name is so beautiful...... It's an Islamic name..... Saheer Khan..... The name gives an unknown peace to me....I want to know more about him.... I looked at Emily.... She was smiling like a foolish and was maybe daydreaming about Mr Khan...."Emily..." I called out but she wasn't responding... She was still lost..."Emilyyy!!!" I said a little louder this time...... She looked at me with a jerk...."Oops sorry!!! I was lost in His dreams..." She said smiling sheepishly.... I chuckled...."And May I know in whose dreams you were lost in??'' came a masculine voice... A boy came and placed his hands on our tabe and leaned over Emily....What the hell ?! I wa
ISABELL'S POV"Isabell! Wake up dear, it's time for your school. Come on, it's your first day." I heard my mother calling me from down stairs. Huh! I am not going!Sitting on my bed, I am thinking about my life, I feel so bad! Why did my parents have to do this thing to me?! Oh God! Why is my father working in such a stupid company where they just ask us to move after every damn year?! Last year we moved from Cannada To UK and now Chicago! This is such a disturbing thing! I don't have friends. I never had because of transferring. And moreover, it's so damn difficult to adjust in a new environment! It's so difficult to be in a whole new school after every year.I heard my mother's foot steps. The door to my room opened and from the corner of my eyes I saw my mother coming towards me. She came and sat on the floor in front of me. I felt her holding my hands."Siara, dear, I know you are upset. B