Myra's POV "Umm, can we go shopping? As I don't know anything about Indian culture. So I need help and I will call Nate also. Can you come?" Mrs. Black asked me, which I don't prefer. I want some time alone and also I need to visit my mother. I stammered, "Ummm... Actually, Mrs. Black..." "Ohh, call me, Grandma," She smiled caressing my cheeks with her soft creamy palms. "Grandma, I'm just...," I couldn't deny her and I nodded in Yes. Mrs black hugged me and we came out of the restaurant. Aaron was not leaving me for a second. He is walking and sitting holding my one hand with his, that not bothered me, however, I love his company. I was thinking that we are going to the shopping mall, but I was wrong as the car entered the giant villa. Whose mansion is this? Why are we here? "This is our new house. Dad purchased it for us," Aaron answered my unasked question. Huh! Mr. Richie. "Please, God, save me," My heart plummeted with our entry. We immigrated in the enormous wooden doo
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