Head down, phone in my hands. I'm looking through unread text messages in my inbox. There are some unnecessary texts from the places where I had left my resume. I delete them. I also have few missed calls from Ryan, Carol and foster home. I leave all of them a quick text that I'm kinda busy with my job so I can't contact them. Afterwards I return my phone to Aaron.
The ringing of the kitchen's intercom catches my attention. I look around and wait for someone to answer it. Few minutes pass, but no one comes and it doesn't stop ringing. So I just shrug my shoulders, go over and pick it up, "Yes?"
"Where were you, Melanie?" Ashar hollers, makes me move the receiver slightly away from my ear, "I've been trying the intercom since few minutes. Just what you all are doing? Playing around?"
"But, I'm not-"
"Bring coffee with my migraine medicine in the study."
"Liste-"
He doesn't let me finish and hangs up the intercom.
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Next morning, after preparing breakfast for the family, I lay on my bed thinking about my yesterday's encounter with Ashar. My reaction definitely surprised him. But he should think before speaking. His words were hurtful and unforgiving. In future, if he'll do anything like yesterday, I'm not going to swallow it without returning the contempt to him."Look at those pictures." Melanie comes to me and brings her phone in front of my face. My eyes widen. It's a picture of the wedding day when I was standing outside the Church with Samara's father. I freeze, she continues showing all other pictures and most of them are mine."Don't they look good together? I really wonder why Samara hid her face." She asks to herself. My mouth goes dry as again whole wedding event spirals through my brain. That day was the most unfortunate day of my life.Thankfully, my face was not visible in any of the images Melanie showss that means no one can recognize me.I sit up on m
I and Melanie are in our room after nightfall. Melanie is ironing some of her clothes while I'm folding up mine and putting them back in my small wardrobe.I think I'm in need of good clothes because all of my clothes now look frayed, even the colors are fading. I'm planning to ask Matt's permission to go for shopping or else soon I'll have nothing good to wear."What's your plan for the weekend?" Melanie inquires."No plans." I reply while putting the pile of my clothes inside the wardrobe.She stops ironing and gives me a disbelieving look, "Seriously Sanaya, I've been observing you. You seem weird. I've never seen you going out of this mansion. Are you introvert or what?"I hate lying to her when she is so nice, so helpful to me. Rubbing my temple, I sit on my bed, "I don't have many friends and few of them already left for college to different cities, so I don't talk to them much."She turns off the iron, drags a wooden chair and sits in
Later at night, after Melanie asleep, I get up from my bed. I stayed in bed to wait for sleep, but it didn't come. This is happening to me since I've shifted to this house. My stress keeps me restless all night. Straightening my pull over, long-sleeved, V-neckline, orange pink sweater, I move a brush in my long hair to remove the tangles. Casting a quick glance at the wall clock, I grab a bag of salted, potato chips and wander to the swimming pool lounge. It's 1'o clock in the morning. The lounge is located at the backside of the mansion. I'm going there since three consecutive nights to get some fresh air. The calm and silent environment of that place helps me to sleep. Moreover it's the only place for me nowadays where I can see the sky and inhale fresh oxygen. I roll up my ankle-length pants and about to dip my legs into water when I suddenly hear voice. My heart skips a beat and I involuntarily stand up. All of a sudden, Ashar appears, talking on his phon
Two whole months passed, but nothing changed for me. No one from the family bothered to talk to me about the matters concerning my release. I only saw them going out and returning back to the mansion. Through Melanie, I got some updates about Ashar like he only came to this house for a day or two and then left for business trips or for some other business related stuff. She also caught Samara and Ashar arguing few times so I guess they are still the same. I didn't see Ashar after that swimming pool lounge unexpected meeting. He acted like I don't exist at all. I know nothing about my divorce. No one gave me any update regarding it. I just lived my day and night with hopeless thoughts as if this phase of my life is just never ending. But anyways, something good happened. My college started. I found a good distraction so I keep myself busy with assignments and college works. As Matt planned, Aaron takes me to college and brings me back home. I thought with time
I'm standing at some distance from the front entrance of the mansion because Ashar is going to arrive here any minute. I got that piece of information from Melanie. She said he usually visit mansion at this time for about an hour. I'm going to catch him today and ask him to help me in my college work. I have tried all my ways, used all my contacts to find a business owner who can be ready for a short interview with me, but so far I'm failed in my attempts. Big proprietors are not ready for meeting on such a short notice and since I'm running out of time, I have to put aside my pride and think on Melanie's suggestion. I hate to confront Ashar for his help and give him a chance to insult me. The submission is now just a week away. My anxiety and pessimistic thoughts force me not to waste any more time and at least try my best although I know he'll never agree to help me. I get a hold on myself when I see Ashar enters into the house. Instantly, I scu
On my way, I pile up my hair on the top of my head and straighten my half-sleeved tee shirt. For some reason I feel conscious about my appearnce. Maybe I should have changed my clothes or did my hair.I knock on the door. After Ashar's permission I step inside. This man makes me nervous and gives me mixed feelings. Sometimes I despise him when he acts like a douchebag and sometimes I feel attracted to him when he doesn't say anything to me and shows me that he carries some kindness with him.But whatever it is, I've concluded and agreed to the fact that I can't act normal around him. I can't be in my usual self.He is sitting on his office chair, reading some book. I'm unable to see the name of it. The color of his crew neckline tee shirt resembles to his eyes. His muscular biceps are on display. The bare, rough skin makes my stomach flip.I become astonished at my own self. Even though I'm angry with him still I'm not missing a chance to check him out. M
"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 intentionsAll 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