chapter 67

Elena laid on her bed, and closed her eyes. But she was far from getting comfort. The gold chandelier hovered above her, silently, like a lone bird which was sad, too, just as Elena was.

The black box clock beside her bed had "7:00 PM" in large red letters. Elena watched it, wondering how it felt to be happy again, to be at peace with oneself.

From a flat oval device hidden somewhere in her room, a sad melancholic tune seeped out, clouding her mind. How the hell was this device always able to detect her mood and play tunes accordingly?

She sat up, and stared at the screaming luxury of her room, the millions in her bank accounts and the luxurious life open for her. How then was her heart pulsing in great agony? How wasn't money the solution to this stuff? Why were the troubles of her life eating deep into her fabric of peace?

She had just concluded a call with Rosa, and the latter had gone on and on, enlisting the good news of her life so far: Her