It had been four days since her encounter with Myra, and Isha couldn't deny that she felt like the most stupid person on the planet. The funny part was she knew she had no right to be angry like the guy was in a relationship with someone else. Officially, he belonged to Myra, but then she couldn't get the picture of him being in bed with her. It disturbed her in ways she didn't expect.Her hurt was too much. It nearly crushed her, but she needed to keep moving, which she did. She stopped picking up his calls and just avoided him generally. She tried looking at the good side, like him not dying, which was good, right?As usual, the Yadavs had a get-together dinner, and it was something they frequently did, something to boost their political involvement and expand their territory. Today, she was to serve, and she tried as much as she could to keep calm when she saw Zayn seated among the VIPs. Of course, he had been invited; he was considered one of the most influential people in the coun
They caught her in the most vulnerable state. With the ninety-nine issues going on with Zayn, she didn’t expect another one on her desk, so as she realised she had been set up, she just gave up. There was no fight; she was wise enough to know that it was either the 78-carat crown or her life, and for such huge some, her attackers wouldn’t have to hold a conference to decide to kill her, so she just let them take everything that had meant the world to her.The memory stayed with her, and she remembered it as fresh as if it were happening now. She and her crew had been going to the Triumph Hall on East Lane for the Oscars ceremony. When asked to bring her crown, she knew it was a bad idea. Of course, she acknowledged that it was such a huge event that all eyes were on her. For it to be hosted in India, it would be a shame if she couldn’t witness it. In the same way, it would be disrespectful to her country for her to show up without her identity, the crown. Near home, she and Vivi sat b
Everyone in town was shopping for the next three days and rushing home to avoid getting caught up in the storm predicted by the weather forecasters. It was expected to hit in four hours and last for three days. It was a big-time rush, but Zayn wasn't a part of it. He needed to get things cleared up with Isha. Myra was gone, and that was a good thing. He just needed to see her, and despite the advice from his closest friends, he couldn't wait for the storm out without her. He wasn't sure he would make it without her.He was informed that she was out when he got to the Yadav household. It was her day off, and she had gone out, as usual. Only some people knew where. He called her several times, and she didn't pick up. He was a confused man in Delhi.He drove back to the Yadav household and met with one of the helpers."You should go home; this storm will be here anytime." She said, picking different saree colours from the cloth line where they had been left to dry. She looked bored and ju
Maybe the storm was just a blessing, a sign of fate giving them a chance to work things out. Perhaps the universe finally agreed with her because she had never had a more evident sign. They had talked, and it had been a lot of talking. They considered all possibilities, positive and negative, and they decided what was best for them was to get back together despite all odds. She always saw many things, but when it came to herself, it was always unclear, just like her situation and the moment, but she vowed she would live her best life with those who mattered to her, no matter how short. The Yadav home knew she was safe, and she had sent a message informing them she was with Zayn and would be back once the storm was over, although that wasn't looking promising again. It was everything she wanted; for once, her thoughts and vision were clear. She saw peace and solitude, for her soul was at rest. Each time her mind diverted to Zayn Vendant, she saw a hint of darkness, sometimes blur. She
It was the fifth time the tall, slim man was yelling at the other servant and Isha shook her head. To say the least, she was disgusted and she could see the anger boiling through Sandi, she would have left a hole in the man’s face and she wouldn’t be wrong in any way. But did a servant have any choice?If people saw half of what she did, she swore they would live differently, positively. She had seen a million things, and funny enough, ninety percent of this was in her head. Her gift was real, and it was pure, and although she never knew exactly why she had to live with a lot of horrors, she had somehow learnt to deal with it.Twenty four years and counting, the journey was a long one but she figured out each passing day, one day at a time.“Almost time guys.” Bhavini called out. She was the princess of the Yadav household; Dark, full hair, the most banging body and a perfect figure eight. Isha always tried as much as she could to shut her third eye when it came to her, but there was a
Everything happened so quickly, like a scene in a movie. He didn’t see her, at least not immediately since he was so engulfed in what Myra was saying and honestly, Isha would have preferred it that way. She dropped the drinks with shaky hands and was praying to get away from the table unnoticed when he said thank you, he was still the sweet guy she remembered, and as he said that, he lifted his gaze to meet her and all hell let loose.She saw his mouth hang; it was so obvious and everyone at the table stared at him and then her. The bullet-proof heart she thought she had grown all these years turned out as vulnerable as she last remembered.“Isha?” his voice was low and didn’t sound confident, almost like he didn’t believe she was standing two feet away from him, across the table.Forcing a smile, she swallowed as she tried to keep herself from running into his hands and she replied using the exact same voice. “Zayn”“You know each other?” Myra asked, her smile was still pasted on her
The beeping sound of the monitor told her where she was but she didn’t move, didn’t open her eyes. She knew she had been out for a while but wasn’t sure exactly how long and she didn’t care, she loved the calm. She was aware she wasn’t alone but she didn’t need any sympathy, she just wanted to rest.Loud footsteps dragged into the room and she felt someone hover above her, checking for a pulse.“She’s alright.” She heard the Doctor tell her companion in the room. “There’s nothing serious, she is just stressed and needs to rest. Please give her some space, the nurses will check on her frequently.”“Thank you, I’ll be in the hallway, please let me know if she needs anything.” That voice….. That wasn’t Zayn but it sounded so familiar. It was deep and a little too loud, one of the Yadav brothers?Nodding the doctor replied “will do.”Everywhere returned to normal and Isha wasted another ten minutes before opening her eyes. A drip line was connected to her veins and her nose had pipes in th
The servants’ quarters were located adjacent to the main building, and it was beautiful and prominent. They made sure their helps lived well, fed healthily, and were comfortable. Aarav spotted them hanging around in pairs as he approached them, and as soon as they sighted him, they hurried away, pretending to occupy themselves with chores, making him laugh.He never had the time for all that. Ephany was the queen of that, always spying, always finding fault. To him, they did their very best and deserved some rest once in a while. His steps slowed as he arrived, nodding to the numerous greetings that met his ears.“Where is Isha?” he asked, moving straight to the point.“She’s inside. I’ll go get her,” Haidi replied with so much enthusiasm. He always thought they were funny, girls always trying to please, always trying to get noticed, and the fact that Isha wasn’t one of those girls endeared her to him. She just did her work. As a matter of fact, she avoided the boys like the plague. It