Evan’s POV: “You apologized?!?!” “It’s basic manners. If I know I am in the wrong, then I apologize.” “No offence, but I kind of pity your future child. They are going to be a perfectionist” The song has finished, and the first dance has come to an end. I was taken aback by her sudden mention of kids “Why only a child?” “I don’t know… you just… don’t seem very… child friendly. I feel like you are going to suffocate the kid with manners and etiquette and the all the rules and honors he needs to follow.” We didn’t talk after that. That seemed to be the first normal conversation we had. Other than the usual good morning and nods, we don’t communicate with each other, and even if we do, it was probably a fight. I, who had never thought about marriage or children, now seem to have a wife, and we just had a conversation about kids. We reached our table and sat around. Aanya and Ann started talking about something while my brother sat next to me, checking his phone, furiously typing aw
Ashley’s (Aanya’s friend) POV: Being a CEO is a headache, but being the CEO of a law firm is even more of a headache. Paperwork after paperwork, case after case. God! It does my heading. I knew I should have chosen the pilot course. I wonder why the f**k I changed my option last minute. Honestly, the work is bad, but the pay is good, so I need to stop winging. My phone rang, and I looked at it. The corner of my mouth twitched when I saw who was calling me “You called?” “You were expecting?” “Well, what can I say? My friend needs help.” “What do you know?” I sat back and started explaining“I will start from the beginning, that day after their argument in the library, she was sad but when she saw him in front of the school a week later she was happy. It was the last day before the school closed for the Easter holidays. They talked and decided they would meet up the next day in town” I paused at the memory of my friend being so happy “She was so happy that the entire way home, she
Aanya’s POV: 2 weeks have passed since the ball, and today, I am very bored since I don’t have anything to do. I don’t have the energy to read books, cook, or go out, but I have the energy to be childish. My idea of childishness is getting high on sugar and pulling pranks on others. So that is exactly what I have been doing right now, but I am confused as to whom to prank. I can’t prank Ryan – he is busy, can’t prank Charlotte – she is also busy, can’t prank Ashley or Naomi – they are both busy with their boyfriends… … … Cooper and Max [Evan’s dog] came in wagging their tails. I haven’t seen them in ages. We became kind of close when I started living here. I have a very good relationship with Cooper and a love-hate relationship with Max, let’s just say Max is less accommodating sometimes. That’s when I had an idea of whom to prank. Evan has been working overnight since the night after the ball, maybe even before that, but I don’t know. So, as a good wife, I should let him rest, but
Aanya’s POV: I woke up, and it felt like I had been sleeping for hours, but I could still sleep. My body feels hot. I looked down to see I was covered with a blanket, but not only that, I had a needle in my right hand. I look up the wire, and it leads to an IV. Am I dreaming? How come I didn’t feel anything when it was inserted into me? I can’t stand the sight of needles, so I remember every single encounter of mine with needles. “Go back to sleep. You have to take good rest.” I looked to my left to see Evan sitting on the bed next to me. He was reading a book. “What are you doing?” “Helping you get better” The sun is still shining bright outside “What’s time?” “It is the 3rd of November, and the time is 5 past 2 in the afternoon.” Oh, okay “Wait, I slept for a day?” He sighed and closed the book he was reading and turned to me “You have got a fever. I called the doctor this morning, and he said that with the correct medicine and rest, you will be better soon” No wonder I fee
Aanya’s POV: “I am home!!” “Father/Mother is home” “I have to go back home” Sometimes, people use the word home so many times that the word loses its meaning and feeling. As I have read in many stories, a home is not a building with 4 concrete walls and 3 levels full of many different rooms with different purposes. Rather, it is where you feel like you belong. Some people find it right next to them while others find it by travelling to different places to get that feeling. In simple words, home is where we find a meaning to define ourselves and who we believe ourselves to be. At the age of 16, I found my home to be in books – thanks to Ashley. Ashely Shoved It Ends With Us by Colleen Hoover. She was obsessed with that book, but I didn’t like the ending. When I knew there is going to be a second book called It Starts With Us, I was more than excited and when I read the story from Atlas's side I knew It Ends With Us ended the right way. I felt like Lily’s mom stayed because 1. she c
Aanya’s POV: I tossed and tuned in my bed, trying to fall asleep, but my mind was open and loud. I lay there thinking, thinking of all the possibilities of what would happen if indeed I fell in love with him. Would he accept it? Or would it be one-sided? Would we tear up the agreement and start anew? Or would he leave me stranded in the middle of nowhere, with no hope? I lay there and think of all the people who walked into my life without much effort but also disappeared without much effort. I get déjà vu from this, but the last time I was awake all night was when I had my GCSE. I remember during the easter holidays, I would sleep in the afternoon just so I would be able to stay at night and study without disruption but when I woke up I would still be sleepy and much more tired than before. It was a time when I was so emotionally drained for an unknown reason. Soon, the sun starts peeking through the curtains, making me sigh, no sleep today, I guess. I am going to Ann’s company for
Aanya’s POV: I think I am dead. It is not the best statement in the world, but nonetheless, it is the truth. The last thing I remember is the unbearable pain in my shoulder, and trying to move my shoulder now seems like a bad idea since I can still feel the unbearable pain. I don’t know if it is a good sign, but I am not dead. Do I pity myself? Maybe. Looking back, it was a hard week. Fuck that, it has been a hard life. If my life was put in a graph people could probably see how bad my life went but I know out there, there is someone who went through more pain than me. More torture than me. My eyes felt heavy like it was stuck together with super glue. I heard the continuous sound of the heart machine beeping. The things I would like to do to that machine. The bed I was in felt like stone, it was the most uncomfortable bed I have ever slept in. With a bit more determination and strength, I opened my eyes to a ceiling that is made of polystyrene square laid on a grid frame. The lights
Aanya’s POV: It was a sight to behold, with its sleek black exterior gleaming in the sunlight. The car was low to the ground, hugging the pavement with its sharp angles. The doors opened upwards, like wings, revealing a plush leather interior with bucket seats and a high-tech dashboard. The engine purrs to life with the slightest touch to the gas pedal. It was the kind that turned heads wherever it went, a true symbol of luxury and power, but not anymore. The sight beholding Lamborghini was not screaming luxury or power anymore. Rather, it was screaming trash. Same with Aston Martin. Aston Martins was a stunning work of art with its white exterior. It had a low profile and a long, elegant body. This one's door also opened upwards, revealing a luxury interior with plush leather seats and a high-tech dashboard. The car engine hums softly, ready to leap into action at the slightest touch of the gas pedal. While the Lamborghini symbolised luxury and power, this boy excluded class and s