Saira's POV. How can he just announce we are leaving for a cruise in two days' time? After our Visit to India three weeks back things had finally started moving positively towards my mother's recovery. And now she is back with us, her family. A smile played on my lips thinking about how happy my father had been on seeing his beloved wife alive. My mother who had been getting flashes of memory for so long now had her memory almost completely restored. She still suffers a few lapses once in a while but they would be momentary and she would be fine almost next instant. Being with her family was helping my mother immensely. Leonardo Norcross had a b

Saira's POV. Mesmerised I stared at the magnificent Statue of Liberty as it towered above the water. I have seen it uncountable times while moving round in the city. However I have never really paused to stand and admire it. It has been eight years since I moved to New York but I have never really had the time or liberty to have fun or live the life the way this city offers for relaxing. Not that I have had any inclination to. Initial years of heartbreak mental stress and responsibility of taking care of my father had been the only concerns that my mind entertained. When one tries to gather the scattered pieces of one's life and mourns the irreplaceable losses, to make merry is not something that holds appeal.

Leonardo's POV. I strode towards the group determined to drag Zavi away from that Sam character. "Mr. Norcross!" Michael Johnson greeted me cheerfully as I approached the group of people who had just boarded the ship. "Thank you for inviting me and other staff members with their families for this cruise." There was a chorus of 'thank you's' and 'we are really happy to be here Sir' comments from all around with some familiar faces walking up to me smiling broadly. As was my habit I barely acknowledged them and moved on- almost moved on before I remembered I was trying to be on a friendly conduct on this cruise. Besides, Zavi knew the Johnson's personally

Leonardo's POV. I watched his face break into a smile as Zavi reached him. Nodding at me in curtsy he stepped away as Zavi stepped out and the door closed behind them. The next instant I got up and in a few limps was at the door and cracked in open slightly. "So Zavi huh?" I heard the blasted man ask and though I could not see Zavi's face I wish I could hear her answer his query. But she kept quiet and walked with him. "You like him don't you?" the man asked and I felt myself holding my breath. For the first time in my life I was eavesdropping and had no guilt in continuing so. "You are mad Sam. He is my employer. I have told you how much he has done for my mother. What I have for him is gratitude." Somehow her saying this to the doctor made my heart ache. Was it so difficult to like me? Was gratitude all that I could get? "He likes you, that much is clear Sairu." "Like he must h

    Dressed in a formal trouser suit she looked every bit professional that she wanted to be. The navy blue seemed like a stark contrast to her reddish brown hair. Though I could not see her eyes from here I am sure the moss green colour must be looking even more lively and blazing today. The figure hugging suit clung to her, giving a hint of her curvy body without actually giving away any detail. As I moved closer to her my smile got bigger. I groaned silently when she moved away from the table she had been standing near to another further away. She was probably not even aware of my presence unlike the other occupants of the room.