"One by one brief your assignment to the class and summarize what you have learned from the business owners." Teacher orders.
Final submission of that problematic assignment is today. Thankfully I managed to complete the work on time so now I'm hopeful that I'll get a good grade. After all I went through a tough process, tolerated the same, humiliating allegations.
Samara's doubts about me remained like a lump in my throat. My heart aches every time I think that there are so many people who are misunderstanding me. I'm bearing the fruit of my own action. It was wrong to trick Ashar and his family. I should have been strong enough to condemn Samara's scam that day instead of acting like a chicken and trusting her.
I can't blame her entirely when I'm at fault too. Hobsons's fury for me is legitimate. Their accusations are obvious. I'm a stranger to them. I can't expect them to know me or my intentions
All I want is to clear my name, get out of that cag
For the first time in months, I get a chance to go out of the mansion and breathe in fresh air. Thanks to Matt. He allowed me to go to shopping with Melanie. Today in the morning when I met him, I asked him that I should buy myself some clothes and he agreed, but with a condition that Aaron will come with me. So he is here somewhere around me, hidden from Melanie. Melanie brought me to a shopping mall where shops are not very expensive. I accepted her suggestion. She came with me because she wanted to buy a dress for the upcoming birthday party at the mansion. I came to buy daily-wear for myself. "Let's go to that shop." Melanie points her finger to some clothing store, "They have good and affordable designs." "Okay." I follow her to the store. I met with Matt today in the morning. He called me to give instructions related to Ashar's birthday party, arranged at the mansion. Around three hundred people are invited to be a part of his silver-jubilee bir
Few minutes later, Ashar leaves Samara's side and start gathering all the reporters in front of him. Some young guy comes to him and fix collar microphone on his blazer. Ashar smiles in front of the cameras and speaks, "Good evening, everyone. I thank each one of you to be a part of my small celebration. I proudly announce at this occasion that Hobsons enterprise is going to the next level of success. We are launching our whole new set of latest electronics coming month. They will be better in quality, less battery or energy consumptions and cost effective." Crowd cheers for him. Few of the guests congratulate and shake hands with him. He continues, "Moreover, I want to talk about the nasty rumors related to my married life. The rumors are utterly nonsense. I'm very happy with my wife and we still love each other." Yeah, right. A fake wife. I scowl. Samara comes forward and stands beside him. She holds his hand and smiles at the cameram
My eyes widen and I start squirming to make him leave me. He looks daggers at me and grabs my shoulder from his free hand to stop me from moving, "Stay still." He mouths, looking anxious.I begin feeling suffocated because his hand on my mouth blocking the oxygen. Shaking my head several times, I try to give him a hint that I'm unable to breathe. He ignores my intimation, angling his neck to look outside the room as if he's looking for someone.I don't pay attention to our intimate position because of oxygen starvation.I use my strength, push him back a little and then move his hand away from my mouth, "Are you trying to suffocate me to death?" I breathe aloud, glowering at him.Finally I'm able to exhale out all the air, obstructed by him.He groans, "I told you to stay still. Someone is outside the room." My brows flew up in astonishment and it gets difficult to breathe once again.He gives me a nod after noticing my reaction and put his
I don't want to give him my birthday gift. He's not worth it. Now I think Samara and Ashar both suit each other. They both are same; plainly rude and not ready to think other people's problems. They think their issues are most important.Just what Ashar wants me to do now to prove him my innocence? To prove him that I don't have any hidden agenda against him or his family? I'm sick of this.Regardless of my anger, I still decide to give him the present I bought because I should thank him through it about my college assignment. It will be rude and mean and I'm not like him who doesn't acknowledge others' efforts for us.I go to his study half an hour later like he said and wait for him. He takes fifteen more minutes to come back. Environment in the room begins to tense as he enters. His eyes fall onto the gift bag I'm holding."What's that?" He walks further to me.Tentatively I move it up in front of him, "It's a birthday plus thank you gift for yo
A week later, I and Aaron both enter into the mansion after coming back from college when my phone starts ringing in his pocket. I stop walking and wait to get back my phone. He put it out and checked the caller ID before passing it to me, "Its Patricia." My forehead wrinkles in confusion at the mention of her name. She has only called me few times when she needs to tell me something important. I put my phone on my ear, "Hey, how-" "Sanaya, please come here." She sounds restless. "Why? Where are you?" Aaron frowns when he sees me getting worried. "I'm at the hospital." She sniffs, "It's about mother. Please come here quickly. I'm so scared." I'm on the verge of panic attack. My eyes widen in large circles, "What's with her?" "She's not okay. We brought her to hospital." "What? Where?" "Please come, Sanaya." She keeps repeating. "Okay, wait. I'll be there." I quickly cut the ca
Few hours pass, but situation remains same. Mother's condition doesn't change. She has lost lots of blood. Doctors somehow stopped the bleeding, but they have shifted her to ICU for close monitoring.I've sent Patricia home to take some rest because that girl was continuously weeping and I was scared she would pass out so I forced her to go home and come back later.Ryan also went out for some time, said he'll be back in a while. I'm only one right now at the hospital, staying near mother. I'm not willing to go back to mansion at least not tonight. I can't just sleep in peace when here mother is fighting for her life."Hey."I hear the familiar voice. I raise my head up and see Ashar is standing there.Astoundingly, I stand up on my feet and face him. I press my lips together."How's your mother?"I look away from his eyes, shaking my head slowly, "Not good.""I'm sorry." He says slowly.I look at him,
Tessa broke up with me." Ryan says.We are sitting in the hospital's cafeteria after finishing our snacks just to chatter about our lives. I'm planning to spend the night here and then go to the foster home to get some rest and Ryan has decided to accompany me. I don't mind. I want to talk to him because it has been almost a year we last saw each other."Wait, what?" I question in astonishment."Yeah, she left me. She said she needs some time to sort out her feelings." He shrugs, trying to hide his sadness."What kind of reason is that?" I wrinkle my nose in confusion, "Did you do something?"Ryan looks more mature and manlier than before. He has warm brown hair, craggy, fair skin and grey eyes. His grey eyes have light bluish flecks, looks ice blue in the sunlight. I've seen Ryan growing up. I have observed how he transformed from a skinny, teenage boy to a full-grown man. It was tempting at that time when I started looking at him as a man. Even o
I tuck the lock of my hair behind my ear in uneasiness and steal a glimpse of him. He is already looking at me."Thank you so much, sir for the endowment. People like you think of these children is really helpful." Emma says in courteous manner."Oh, it's no problem. Maybe I'll be a benefactor here." Ashar turns his head to look at the children who are running around and playing, "The environment is nice and pleasant here."I'm impressed by the fact that he has a heart for these orphans. If every wealthy person starts thinking about the needy and helpless people, then no one would be deprived of basic necessities for living. Orphanages need lots of money for raising these children and fulfilling their basic needs like food, clothes, schooling..."Hey, I'm Lucy." Another volunteer comes forward and greets him, "I've heard about you from the administration. It's good to see you."Ashar shakes his hand with hers, "Thank you."I'm feeling awkwar