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43. The False Hopes
I sit on the passenger seat of Ashar's car. Resting my head on the seat, I gaze at the road traffic through my side of window as he starts the car.
"You shouldn't have come here." I say.
"Why?"
I look at him, "Ryan has already seen you. These people are like a family to me. It's not easy to pretend or lie to them."
"Why are you scared? Is it because they have never seen you with a guy before?" He gives me a brief glance.
I widen my eyes, "You're talking nonsense."
"You're avoiding the question." He smirks.
"That's not my point, Ashar." I sit upright, "I'm too stressed out to argue with you. Just tell me why are you doing all this when in our every conversation you showed your strong resentment for me? Why are you donating money to my foster home? Why are you here and bothering yourself for my problem?"
I want to know why he's doing all this. He should be in his office or doing his work, but he's here with me.
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I move my watery eyes and notice Ashar is still there. He is talking with someone on his phone. When his eyes catch me, he gets staggered. He put his phone down and runs to me.He examines my face, "What happened?""Not now, Ashar." I warn, wiping some of the water from my face, "I'm really not in mood. Leave me alone."I turn around and start walking away, but he comes forward and blocks my way, "Sanaya, I can't leave you crying. Please tell me what's wrong."My nostrils dilate. He doesn't understand my simple words, "I don't want to see your face, Ashar. Didn't you get me before?" I yell.For some reason, I feel a flood of tears rising in me and then they begin stream down my face. I'm tired. I'm sick of living this way. I want to be happy too."Get lost." I shout out my frustrations at him, "Get out of my life. I don't want to see you. Why my life is full of unfortunate events?""Please calm down." He gets worried. He lessens the s
Am I married? 45. Forget about Warnings
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