I'm playing with that twinkling diamond ring, still with me. A very strong evidence that explains my deception, a reminder that I was in real at Church. Although, I ran out of there safely before anyone could see me, but this doesn't solve the whole problem. I locked myself in my dorm room for three whole days, drown into my stresses and dreads. I hardly eaten anything. The wedding dress is there on my bed. The shoes and jewelry are there too. I'm thankful that Carol went to her parents for some days. I got my time to recover without disclosing the nightmarish event that happened. My phone rang many times but I didn't check. It would be probably Andrew or Carol calling me. I didn't go to mansion for cooking either. I'm too scared to step a foot outside this room. The biggest question that is haunting me now; Did I get married to that man? That blue-eyed, strange man pronounced Samara as his wife during all the vows but I didn't take those vows
"Couldn't you act confidently? Ashar was annoying me with his questions that why I was so nervous and shaking during wedding."I'm with Samara at the nearby cafe after preparing breakfast for the family."How can you expect me to be relaxed in such a situation?" I snap, "Why you came so late?""I didn't come late. I was just unable to come to you.""What do you mean?""I was waiting for the right moment, stupid. There were so many people and the security cameras. I was thinking of a safe way to implement my plan. I was there watching the whole ceremony." She elaborates.Her hairs are tied up in to a loose ponytail and her face has no makeup, still she is looking beautiful with her original facial features. Even if they are not in love, I'm sure still Ashar would've attracted towards her. No guy can ignore such a beauty."How did you manage to arrange a dress on such a short notice?""I had a similar dress which was not complete
Today's breakfast is chocolate muffins, French toasts and buttermilk pancakes and waffles. Today's menu is my favourite and I'm good at making them. Chocolate muffins are my specialty, that's what kids at my foster home said. When I was living there, I used to bake different flavored muffins for the volunteers and kids and their compliments were always motivational. Just thinking about them give me teary eyes. I miss my old life. I didn't have to worry about money, rent or career when I was living in my foster home. Maybe I should've never grown up. It would be better if I'd remained a kid all life. Those kinds of thoughts are keep coming to my mind since that wedding disaster. "So, everything is going to be sweet today in the breakfast." I turn around. My eyes open in full circles when I see Ashar standing in kitchen. My heart hammers against my chest. The fresh scent of after-shave spread in the entire kitchen. His hairs are wet explaining he took a shower
There is one question, one confusion thats keeps pestering me, not leaving my brains alone, no matter how much I try to ignore it, to act chill like Samara.Am I married or not?My anxiety made me do some research about it online. I typed some keywords related to my situation and read some articles about Christian weddings and beliefs. Online source was the safe source. I didn't have to disclose to anyone what had happened to me.I found online confirmation too that Ashar and Samara's marriage is null and void. They are not married. For my own doubtful marital status, I couldn't find the exact answer, but they did support my argument. They said woman and man must be present physically while proclaiming their marriage vows. And they should say their correct, full names during all their declarations. It is the religious and legal requirement both.It brings me back to my point. From Ashar's behalf he said correct names. I didn't use any names, but officiant
Frightfully, I begin trotting inside the house and ascend the stairs. Few guests are there too. I put my hand on the stairs railing and try to search Noah or Carol from above here. It is easier to find them among the crowd from here. At the same time, I try calling on Carol's phone with a hope that she would take it. Ashar follows me too. He takes my phone from my hands. I glance at him. He moves his fingers against my screen, tapping on some number keys. "I'm saving my number in your phone. You check this floor. I'm going upstairs." He returns the device to me, "Give me a call if you find her. By the way, what's her name?" "Carol." I answer. Giving me a quick nod, he hurries to his own way. I start my search also. The house is comprised of two floors including the rooftop. And this floor has around seven rooms. With every passing moment, the panic inside me is increasing. I open the first three rooms of the floor. All are empty. The corridor
Ashar explains to the cops while I stand beside him, listening to their conversation, "Sanaya is the witness of the entire scenario. When Carol will awake, she'll tell you the name of the culprit. But you have one witness and that is enough for now to arrest Noah."Carol's doctor said her head injury is not very deep and it would be healed in few days. However, she is in mental trauma right now, that's why he gave her some pain killers to put her to sleep for few hours.Ashar is trying his best to get Noah arrested. He pledged to himself that he would send him behind bars."Okay, but we need to get victim's statement for further investigation." One of the cops says to him.Ashar put his right hand inside his pants' pocket, "You're going to arrest Noah Rogers for now, right?""Yes. We're going to Roger's house right now. We'll come here in the morning." The cop informs and walks away."Are you sure Sanaya that you're not hur
A chill goes down my spine. Samara is a bad news for me. As soon as I hit the 'accept' button on my phone screen, she explodes, "I'm doomed. Everyone knows now, Sanaya.""What are you talking about?" I inquire hesitantly."My own Dad two-timed me. He told everything to Uncle Matt." She begins crying on phone, "Just because he can't cheat his lifelong friend."My lips part. I'm completely thunderstruck. I sit back on the same table I shared with Ashar few minutes ago. Cold fear spirals through me. I understood now about his father's urgent call. Ashar is going to know about the truth of his marriage soon. My end is near.Samara can't get a grip on her own created mayhem. She comforted me with her lies that she would take care of everything. Her father won't reveal the truth. This woman is fooling me since the beginning."Sanaya? Are you listening to me?" She yells."What-what's going to happen now?" I stammer."They don't know about you yet. But Uncle Matt has asked
I go back to hospital again to stay with Carol. "How are you doing know?" "I'm feeling devastated." She whispers. "You're scaring me, Carol." I sit down beside her bed side. Bandage is wrapped around her head. She is looking weak and sad. "I feel so broken. My feelings were sincere for him. I can't believe he was thinking to molest me the whole time." She chokes in grief, "He was so drunk and then all of sudden, he became wild and forced me to...to..." Tears begin streaming down her face. I hold her hand, "Carol, relax. Please. Over-thinking will worsen your health. Forget about him." It' difficult for me to console her at such a moment when I need some encouragement too to solve my own problem. This is the most difficult phase of my life. I don't know how to call it...a wife? Not wife or half wife? What I am now? "You were right about him. I should've listened to you." She sniffles, drying her tears with her hand. "You