“you slept with me” he replied calmly.
Stella thought that she'll may faint at the very moment, her head started to spin, her legs started to shake. She was already expecting such kind of situation, she already thought that it might have happened between them but hearing the bitter truth from him was more painful than thinking about it.
“you may leave, you're wasting my time” he continued.
She couldn't believe her eyes that how he can be so rude after spending a night with her even when she was unconscious, she assumed herself as a tissue paper which this man used and now throwing out like trash. She was disgusted with herself that she lost her virginity to a man who was not even worth it. She was continuously blaming herself that why she even drank and ended up in his room? His complete ignorance made her look at the door and she took heavy steps to go back.
After entering her room, she sat on the bed and started to cry loudly.
“Stella Erek is now nothing” she thought to herself, “now what I'll do? How I will face my friends? Who'll accept me now? Am I just a trash now? How can I be so dump head that I entered his room? Why I even drank?” questions kept flooding her head.
After crying for an hour, she was feeling better. She stood up and remembered that her friends would be waiting for her, as for today they have to go back home.
Stella was a first-year student, a fresh start in university is always challenging, but she was 19-year-old and had a daring nature. She took those challenges as a first step towards her dreams and accepted them gladly as she was hard working. Her father died when she was twelve in a car accident while catching the culprits, he was a cop. Since then, her mother took care of her as a single parent. Her father left them with lot of savings for her education but her mother still had to work hard to make living for each day. Stella wanted to do her majors in business administration and become a general manager in city's most well-known company. Nothing became a barrier in her dreams. She did her high school with good grades with the spirit that she has to do something to make her mother proud of her. She easily got her admission in university of ST Andrews, school of management. She was very proud and everything was going well. At the end of her semester her fellows planned a trip to Glasgow which included a small tour around the city and a party at the Royal grand hotel. She was very excited; it was her first trip outside the ST Andrews, her mother gave her permission. The thing she was all worried about was her party dress. She wanted to look special among all the girls.Arther was attending that party too, she had a long crush on him since the very start of school. He was Italian with olive like complexion, long height, broad shoulders and with a good sense of humour. His personality was attractive, and every girl around him was fallen for his glorious company, including stella. Stella bought a long red dress, sleeveless and a long zip running down her backbone to make fit and give a shape to the body. It was indeed expensive, but she had her savings. She was all done for her trip.
“you're really planning to take his breath away this evening” said Clara, when they were returning from the last tour of museum in noon.
“I really want to” stella giggled.
Clara was her only best friend in the class, they had somethings in common which led them to a great friendship.
“are you going to confess too?” she asked.
“yes, maybe I'm trying to put my all-courage and tell him today” said stella.
“I think you should wait until he confesses himself, I've seen him many times around you, he's interested in you too, wont it be cool if he proposes you?”
Clara was concerned that what if stella has to face some kind of embarrassment. And what if he denied? So, she used suitable words to explain it to her, and she was successful.
“I guess you're right, I should wait and let him do it, it will be great!” said stella agreeing with her.
Around 8, O clock, she reached. Her blood started to flow faster as she saw Arther busy with his friends, taking a drink in the corner of the club. Everybody was busy dancing with their partners. Clara saw stella staring at Arthur,
“I guess you should ask him for dance!”. Before stella could listen to her and implement her advice, she saw Arthur coming towards her. As everybody couldn’t take their eyes off her, so was Arthur. She was the most attractive girl there; her fellows couldn’t stop praising her. And now she also caught Arthur's attention, what else could have been more charming to her?
“can we dance?” asked Arthur, she suddenly recovered from her imagination.
“sure” she almost hid her shyness.
They danced and drank all the evening. For stella it was her first time drinking, and she lost her senses at the second shot, she wanted to deny but it was very difficult for her to say no to Arther.
“I'm already an adult, what's wrong with taking two shots?” she thought to herself and drank. She was barely in her senses when Clara dropped her to the hotel around 12. They were in different hotels as stella got late in making reservation with Clara and now she had to stay alone in a more expensive hotel nearby.
“don't get late tomorrow! we have to leave at 11” said Clara considerately.
She changed her clothes and packed her bags. As she reached stairs, she walked carefully not to get recognised. She went downstairs, there were many reporters. She saw security trying their best to stop them from entering hotel. For a moment she got curious that why these reporters came here or some famous personality is staying here. Then she walked towards the exit and looked at her watch, it was 11;10. She became worried that Clara would be tired of waiting. Just then she saw a car coming towards her. It was Clara. “sorry dude! I woke up a bit late” apologised Clara. “no need! I just came” replied stella. “then let's get going” said Clara while opening the car door. “I hope you had a good sleep yesterday” said Clara while driving. “what?” asked stella shockingly. “you were so drunk yesterday, Arthur called me to take you to hotel, I'm asking if you had a good sleep yesterday because you drank for the first time, maybe
“well thanks” said stella and walked away to avoid any further embarrassment. “what's that? I thought she liked me too” said Arthur to himself watching her back, walking away. Stella left Arthur in great surprise. The days went by slowly, making stella more confident. She made up her mind that if coincidentally she ran into him, she will not show any extraordinary expressions and will try to stay calm like she doesn’t know him. But sometimes fate don’t support you and what you expect never gets to happen instead you have to face opposite of it. That’s what happened to Stella. “ok students get off! We are here!” shouted professor park and got off the bus. Following professor everybody got off the bus. As they looked in front of them, they saw a huge company, made up of glass as major material, above the building was a creative logo designed by some expert and it clearly presented “Mckasson”, its name. Students were amazed by the arc
She looked up and saw his grey eyes which were already focused on her. For the first time she saw his face so closely. “he is indeed handsome” she thought. She felt unusual attraction towards him, which she never felt before. She could feel the secretion of hormones inside her body, she was on fire. She smelt his cologne, which was different from ordinary fragrances.On the other side steven joseph’s face was expressionless. He was good at hiding his feelings and expressions. But he was losing himself in front of that innocent face. He was getting lost in those dark eyes. He never got so much attract to a girl but now he was! Her red ears and blushing cheeks were making him crazy. “no, I don’t remember anything” she replied blinking her eyes several times and then lowered them again. She felt something around her waist, what was it? She couldn’t figure out for a second but it was a hand! Steven held her by the waist and said “should I
Stella was sitting on the grass when Clara came to her. “stella do you know, that new Muslim girl in our class slapped Arthur” said Clara desperately. “what?” stella was shocked. “Arthur was abusing her because of her hijab since she came, and now he tried to touch her hand” told Clara. “okay, abusing her makes sense but what's the deal with touching hand?” asked Stella suspiciously. “because he is not ‘MEHRAM’ for her” replied Clara. “what's that?” asked Stella. “I don’t know much but that’s the word they use for people who cannot touch them especially its for males, they have a restriction that not everybody can touch Muslim women” explained Clara. Stella did not ask anymore. She got curious and started to had some suspicious feelings, of which she was not sure. That day as stella reached home, she saw somebody familiar in her neighbourhood. As she saw the girl closely, she realized that it was the same hijabed girl f
As stella entered the dining room everybody started to sang ‘happy birthday’.Her friends pop the party popper and they all cheered. The music started and everybody took their glasses and started to dance while stella sat on the chair waiting for cake to be arrive.A moment later the waiter entered with a large three tier cake and everybody shouted happily. Stella stood and they gathered around the table waiting for the stella to cut the cake. She held knife which was also decorated as the same colour as the cake, and started to cut the cake while everybody sang her the birthday song again.The room was decorated very beautifully with balloons and disco ball in the centre. After cutting the cake she fed the cake to everybody with her own hands. And then Clara and some other fellows mischievously put a cake on stella's face.“Clara what are you doing?” screamed stella.“oops! Its tradition” she cheered and l
The next day, she woke up to a beautiful and charming weather. The wind was cold, but it was all cloudy. It was weekend. She got dressed in a blue jean pants and a white shirt, and wore sweater from above to feel a bit warm. After breakfast, she was doing her assignments when she remembered that she has to go today somewhere. She couldn’t decide that whether she should go or not, but stevens attitude last night let her made up her mind that she should pay him last visit and take her bracelet because it was more important to her. She couldn't lose her father's last gift.The weather was still same, but she quit the idea of wearing sweater. She was looking chic in that outfit, and with natural untie hair of mid back length swaying around her neck with the wind, made her look alluring. She took a bus and walked the half way to his office. She reached and stood outside the tall building for a while, took a deep breath and realised wind was tasting pleasant and lively. A
For a moment she tried to recognise the voice, it was somehow similar. It was Fatima! After realising she ran to her door. The reciter was silent by then. She knocked the door. She had to wait few minutes when a little boy opened the door. “yes?” the boy asked. “uhm, I wanted to ask who was reciting just now?” she replied nervously. “it was my sister” he said instantly. “can I meet Fatima?” “do you know my sister? You're her friend? “yeah” “come inside then, I'll call her”She entered, it was clean and cosy inside. there were no sceneries or pictures on the wall, instead she saw some Arabic calligraphies. The boy showed her the way to their drawing room. “you may wait in here; she’ll be coming in a moment.” he said and went to call her. As she stepped inside, she saw someone sitting. He had a short beard of medium length, wore glasses, pale colour, dark black eyes resembled to Fa
It all occured on a cold night, she was wearing a long red dress. Carrying it was the most difficult thing even when she was drunk. The door of the lift opened with a ding and she got out, with one hand she slided her hair behind her ear and took slow steps in the corridor and looked for her room number, desperately looking at the closed doors. Then she remembered and took out the card from her purse. She was feeling dizzy. She read the number on it and started walking towards the door which faced her left. She turned the door knob and it was already open! She entered. It was a big dark room, lights were off or maybe it was on purpose. She instantly took her heels off and threw them on the floor at once as she could not bear the pain anymore. Without observing the surrounding she went to bathroom. She was feeling nauseated and vomited in the toilet until she felt light. Then she went under the shower and tried to unzip her dress. The zip was on back side and it was a great d
For a moment she tried to recognise the voice, it was somehow similar. It was Fatima! After realising she ran to her door. The reciter was silent by then. She knocked the door. She had to wait few minutes when a little boy opened the door. “yes?” the boy asked. “uhm, I wanted to ask who was reciting just now?” she replied nervously. “it was my sister” he said instantly. “can I meet Fatima?” “do you know my sister? You're her friend? “yeah” “come inside then, I'll call her”She entered, it was clean and cosy inside. there were no sceneries or pictures on the wall, instead she saw some Arabic calligraphies. The boy showed her the way to their drawing room. “you may wait in here; she’ll be coming in a moment.” he said and went to call her. As she stepped inside, she saw someone sitting. He had a short beard of medium length, wore glasses, pale colour, dark black eyes resembled to Fa
The next day, she woke up to a beautiful and charming weather. The wind was cold, but it was all cloudy. It was weekend. She got dressed in a blue jean pants and a white shirt, and wore sweater from above to feel a bit warm. After breakfast, she was doing her assignments when she remembered that she has to go today somewhere. She couldn’t decide that whether she should go or not, but stevens attitude last night let her made up her mind that she should pay him last visit and take her bracelet because it was more important to her. She couldn't lose her father's last gift.The weather was still same, but she quit the idea of wearing sweater. She was looking chic in that outfit, and with natural untie hair of mid back length swaying around her neck with the wind, made her look alluring. She took a bus and walked the half way to his office. She reached and stood outside the tall building for a while, took a deep breath and realised wind was tasting pleasant and lively. A
As stella entered the dining room everybody started to sang ‘happy birthday’.Her friends pop the party popper and they all cheered. The music started and everybody took their glasses and started to dance while stella sat on the chair waiting for cake to be arrive.A moment later the waiter entered with a large three tier cake and everybody shouted happily. Stella stood and they gathered around the table waiting for the stella to cut the cake. She held knife which was also decorated as the same colour as the cake, and started to cut the cake while everybody sang her the birthday song again.The room was decorated very beautifully with balloons and disco ball in the centre. After cutting the cake she fed the cake to everybody with her own hands. And then Clara and some other fellows mischievously put a cake on stella's face.“Clara what are you doing?” screamed stella.“oops! Its tradition” she cheered and l
Stella was sitting on the grass when Clara came to her. “stella do you know, that new Muslim girl in our class slapped Arthur” said Clara desperately. “what?” stella was shocked. “Arthur was abusing her because of her hijab since she came, and now he tried to touch her hand” told Clara. “okay, abusing her makes sense but what's the deal with touching hand?” asked Stella suspiciously. “because he is not ‘MEHRAM’ for her” replied Clara. “what's that?” asked Stella. “I don’t know much but that’s the word they use for people who cannot touch them especially its for males, they have a restriction that not everybody can touch Muslim women” explained Clara. Stella did not ask anymore. She got curious and started to had some suspicious feelings, of which she was not sure. That day as stella reached home, she saw somebody familiar in her neighbourhood. As she saw the girl closely, she realized that it was the same hijabed girl f
She looked up and saw his grey eyes which were already focused on her. For the first time she saw his face so closely. “he is indeed handsome” she thought. She felt unusual attraction towards him, which she never felt before. She could feel the secretion of hormones inside her body, she was on fire. She smelt his cologne, which was different from ordinary fragrances.On the other side steven joseph’s face was expressionless. He was good at hiding his feelings and expressions. But he was losing himself in front of that innocent face. He was getting lost in those dark eyes. He never got so much attract to a girl but now he was! Her red ears and blushing cheeks were making him crazy. “no, I don’t remember anything” she replied blinking her eyes several times and then lowered them again. She felt something around her waist, what was it? She couldn’t figure out for a second but it was a hand! Steven held her by the waist and said “should I
“well thanks” said stella and walked away to avoid any further embarrassment. “what's that? I thought she liked me too” said Arthur to himself watching her back, walking away. Stella left Arthur in great surprise. The days went by slowly, making stella more confident. She made up her mind that if coincidentally she ran into him, she will not show any extraordinary expressions and will try to stay calm like she doesn’t know him. But sometimes fate don’t support you and what you expect never gets to happen instead you have to face opposite of it. That’s what happened to Stella. “ok students get off! We are here!” shouted professor park and got off the bus. Following professor everybody got off the bus. As they looked in front of them, they saw a huge company, made up of glass as major material, above the building was a creative logo designed by some expert and it clearly presented “Mckasson”, its name. Students were amazed by the arc
She changed her clothes and packed her bags. As she reached stairs, she walked carefully not to get recognised. She went downstairs, there were many reporters. She saw security trying their best to stop them from entering hotel. For a moment she got curious that why these reporters came here or some famous personality is staying here. Then she walked towards the exit and looked at her watch, it was 11;10. She became worried that Clara would be tired of waiting. Just then she saw a car coming towards her. It was Clara. “sorry dude! I woke up a bit late” apologised Clara. “no need! I just came” replied stella. “then let's get going” said Clara while opening the car door. “I hope you had a good sleep yesterday” said Clara while driving. “what?” asked stella shockingly. “you were so drunk yesterday, Arthur called me to take you to hotel, I'm asking if you had a good sleep yesterday because you drank for the first time, maybe
“you slept with me” he replied calmly. Stella thought that she'll may faint at the very moment, her head started to spin, her legs started to shake. She was already expecting such kind of situation, she already thought that it might have happened between them but hearing the bitter truth from him was more painful than thinking about it. “you may leave, you're wasting my time” he continued. She couldn't believe her eyes that how he can be so rude after spending a night with her even when she was unconscious, she assumed herself as a tissue paper which this man used and now throwing out like trash. She was disgusted with herself that she lost her virginity to a man who was not even worth it. She was continuously blaming herself that why she even drank and ended up in his room? His complete ignorance made her look at the door and she took heavy steps to go back. After entering her room, she sat on the bed and started to cry loudly. “Stella
It all occured on a cold night, she was wearing a long red dress. Carrying it was the most difficult thing even when she was drunk. The door of the lift opened with a ding and she got out, with one hand she slided her hair behind her ear and took slow steps in the corridor and looked for her room number, desperately looking at the closed doors. Then she remembered and took out the card from her purse. She was feeling dizzy. She read the number on it and started walking towards the door which faced her left. She turned the door knob and it was already open! She entered. It was a big dark room, lights were off or maybe it was on purpose. She instantly took her heels off and threw them on the floor at once as she could not bear the pain anymore. Without observing the surrounding she went to bathroom. She was feeling nauseated and vomited in the toilet until she felt light. Then she went under the shower and tried to unzip her dress. The zip was on back side and it was a great d