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 side effects?” explained Clara.
“yeah, I slept quite well, I had a lot of vomiting, and now having a light headache, feeling fine” answered Stella trying not to mention anything regarding that happening.
Stella reached home around 2, O clock. She went into her room and started thinking about that what she should do next. Just then her mother called her to have lunch with her. She sat on the chair next to her mother and started to eat, while her mother turned on the TV. As stella looked at the news, she felt that she may faint at the very moment.“a girl has been spotted entering in the room of CEO of Grand hotel and Mckasson private limited in a red dress last night” the news said. “she is young under 25, it seems like the richest man in the city has got a girlfriend and will be marrying soon, coincidentally we couldn’t see her face but we'll find her soon!!” it continued.
Her face turned white as she saw her picture on the TV. It was her only back side trying to open the door, she thanked god that it didn’t show her face.
“the girl would be very lucky to have such a rich boyfriend” her mother complemented.
“yeah” stella tried to hide her expressions.
*
“did you see the news? Do you know it’s the same hotel you were staying in? Did u see him? the CEO of the Grand hotel and Mckasson company, richest man the city and handsome too!!” exclaimed Clara joyfully next day in the university.
“no, I didn’t see him, how can I see him? You already know that I only stayed in my room or went with you on trips and last time went on party, except that I didn’t go somewhere else” explained stella.
“c'mon I just asked why are you making statements? By any chance was it you? The dress in the pic has a lot resemblance with yours? Inquired Clara excitedly.
“what? Are you mad? How can it be me? Hundreds of girls can have same dress, you already know me I'm interested in Arther, and by the way he's so rich how can I even approach him? And by any chance if it was possible you would have been the first person to know about." Replied stella almost sweating and trying to stay calm.
“yes, you're right, I was just teasing you why getting so serious? Let's leave it we're getting late for class! I don’t want to miss professor Parks class” Clara getting up from the green grass.
*
“students I wanted to tell you that we're having a short trip to city's largest company, Mckasson whose CEO is MR. Steven joseph and also owner of Royal grand hotel located in Glasglow, maybe you all are aware of him already, so be ready this Friday, we'll going to experience a lot" professor Park ended his lecture and left the class.
It felt like stella would die at the spot she thought maybe she heard wrong but Clara who was sitting beside cleared her misunderstanding in no time.
“we were just talking about and look we're going to his company this Friday, I'm so excited!"
Stella got up from her seat saying that she is going to washroom.
Her knees were shaking while standing at the sink. She closed the tap water.“it's just a one-night stand!! Why it's so hard to forget it? Even he reacted like nothing happened and kick me off from his room, why I should keep reacting whenever someone mentions him? Why it disturbs me? If I keep reacting like this Clara may get curious. I should keep myself normal, and react no more, and I'll go to his company and will face him!!" She relaxed herself.
“Are you sick, or maybe these are side effects of drinking?” asked Arther, suddenly appeared in the hallway.“I'm alright, my face maybe just looks pale due to little sleep” replied stella stopped on her way to class.
“well, I'm sorry for that night, I drank for the first time so I lost my senses and acted weird” apologised stella.
“nope its completely okay I can understand, well I wanted to tell you that I really liked you that day” confessed Arther. For a moment she thought that she heard wrong but when she looked in his eyes, they seemed to be waiting for an answer. But stella had no answer, her mind was blank and she wasn’t ready to accept his proposal.
“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
“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
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