Sidd’s POVReaching to the airport,I headed straight to the private terminal for celebrities. The best way toescape fans' approach. After the security screening, I rode with my two newbodyguards to the plane. I was allowed to preboard. We are currently third inline for take-off and are expected to be in the air in approximately sevenminutes. We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time andsecure all baggage underneath your seat or in the overhead compartments. Thepilots' announcement reached out and I inhaled. I can’t believe I am in thismess. I relaxed on the seat and closed my eyes before the flight took off.Nadia’s POVWoohoo! I was on Cloud 9,waiting for Sidd’s arrival. If he arrives safely today, that means he will bevisiting me tomorrow, I can’t wait. I had been setting up my room even beforehe agreed to come down to Nigeria. I was fixing up my books on the shelf whenthe beeping of my phone distracted me. I pulled my hair behind my ear and tookmy phon
The anger I had forGeorgina slowly subdued as I stared directly into Sidd’s charming face. His beautifulbrown eyes peered into mine as if reading my mind through them. My heartskipped a beat for the umpteenth time. His wavy, deep brown, unruly hair was combedto the back. His rosy skin glowed beautifully and his pink lips captivated me. Wearinga short-sleeved jean shirt with two buttons off almost made me swoon. Behind himwere two huge men, looking like bouncers. Was he scared I would hurt him? I chuckledinwardly.“Come on in,” I said andhe walked past me into the room. His two guards attempted to come inside but Ishook my head. “Sorry, you can’t come in,” I declared.“What are you saying?”one of the guards snapped.“Let them in,” Siddinterjected. I turned and saw him looking at me. He got to be kidding me. Howdo I express my feelings in the presence of these bouncers?“No, this is my house andI make the rules here. No third party is allowed into my room. Two outside oral
Nadia’s POVStuck at the back of thecar with Noah, I heard my name. My skin was already peeling from my wrist withhow tight Noah was gripping it. I was covered in sweat and my heart keptpounding nonstop.“Let me go, Noah,please!” I pleaded tears escaping my eyes.“Nadia?” I heard Sidd’svoice beside the car window.“Sidd?” I mumbled,looking at him.“Who the hell is he?”Noah queried, knotting his brows in anger.“Let her go, bastard,”Sidd groaned, pulling the car door open. The traffic lifted and the drivermoved off, pulling Sidd roughly along. “Stop the car!” I yelled.I struggled with Noah as he tried to hold me still. “Sidd,” I cried. He won’tlet go of the car. I thrust my foot at the driver and his hands slipped off thesteering wheel, he pushed the brake instantly and the car came to a halt. Siddforced the door open and dragged Noah out, landing him a blow to the face. Noahspilled blood. I hurried out of the car. Sidd’s men joined us and fisticuffs beganbetween the me
Amanda’s POVI yawned, opening my eyesand stretching on the bed. I looked beside me and saw Zeehan sleepingbeautifully. Nadia gave birth to an angel. How I wish I had a child like this.I smiled and stepped down from the bed. But where is Nadia? I entered thebathroom, but she wasn’t there. I did a personal job there and returned to thebedroom. I entered the living room, but she wasn’t there. I walked into thekitchen. “Nadia?” I called out. No response. Where could she have gone thisearly? I headed outside. Opening the door, I saw Nadia in the compound. Whatthe hell is she doing? I moved closer. Ballet dancing? When did Nadia become aballet dancer? She stood on her toes, spread out her arms, and spun around. Herhand movements, her steps, and the passion behind this early morning practiceshown through her dancing. I was amused by how flexible she was. But she wasn’thappy. I made her remember her past last night and I know she must haveremembered how her mother died. Poor gir
I took Zeehan to school the following morning. We left as early as possible. I desperately wish to see the boy who dares to touch my baby. Sleep couldn’t wash away the anger from my heart. I crouched in front of Zeehan, adjusting his collar.“Baby?” I called. “Can you recognize the boy that slapped you?” I asked.“Yes, Mummy. He is Edward,” he responded. I nodded and stood up, holding him to his class. “He is coming!” Zeehan announced, pointing at a boy of about 10 years old, coming along beside his mother. A sly smile crept to my face. We waited for them. The moment they neared us, I left my five fingers on the boy’s face. He staggered back, almost falling before his mother held him.“Hey, are you mad?” the mother yelled, checking Edward’s cheek as he teared up. “What is wrong with you, woman? How dare you hit my child?” she tried picking up a fight before the teachers and security interfered.“Warn your stupid boy deeply,” I pointed an angry finger at her. “The next time he dares to
Embracing the warmth thatwelcomed me into the heart of India, I stood suspended for a moment, holdingZeehan’s hand. Our flight arrived in the morning since we took off in theafternoon from Nigeria, and considering the different time zones. Everywhere wasbright and beautiful. I looked at Zeehan and the many other people walking backand forth from Mumbai airport. My child is home now. No one will dare call himalbino anymore.“I am here for you,Sidd,” I mumbled and smiled. Walking a few steps forward, a man showed up in frontof us, smiling warmly.“Where are you headed,ma’am?” he asked.“Good day, sir,” Ireturned his warm smile. “I’m a foreigner, I need to lodge in a hotel close,particularly one near the Bollywood industry,” I stated. The man suddenly wore aconfused look. “What’s wrong?” I asked sharply.“Nothing. You mean Film City. I will take you there and help you lodge in a hotel,” he stated.“Thank you so much. Butwho are you?” I queried. That should have been my first
Returning to the hotel, Iheard people murmuring, swiveling their faces away from mine when I glanced atthem. Fear gripped my heart. Were they suspecting me already? And why are theystaring at Zeehan like that? Is it that obvious that Zeehan resembles Siddharth?I collected my room key from the receptionist and hurried to my room, carryingZeehan in my arms. And the weirdo lady earlier. Why was she talking like apriestess? Her tone almost made me quiver. It seemed she was seeing what wasgoing to happen in the next few days.“Mummy?” Zeehan called aswe reached the room.“Yes, baby,” I smiled.“Are we still going tosee Aunt Hema?” he queried, sitting on the bed. Huh? Aunt Hema? What has shedone to my baby? Is she truly a witch? I have heard scary stories about Indianwitches or black magicians before. I just hope she isn’t manipulating my baby.I sat with him, pulling him closer to me.“Why do you ask, baby?” Iqueried, trying to hide my surface-threatening fear.“I want to see h
As early as possible the next day, I called Hema and she gave me her address. I went to her place with Zeehan. Wow! Her home is so amazing. A beautiful bungalow with a yard and pool. How did she manage to build or buy such a luxurious house? Is she rich? I stood at the door after ringing the doorbell, waiting for her response. She opened the door, beaming warmly. I wasn’t expecting her to hug me but she did.“Welcome to my humble abode, Nadia,” she said, walking us back into the living room. “And Zeehan, how are you?” she asked.“I’m fine, Aunt Hema,” Zeehan replied.“I need your help, Hema,” I said as we reached the living room. She turned to me.“Anything, Nadia,” she accepted.“I want to go out, can you look after Zeehan for me, please?” I requested. She narrowed her eyes in suspicion.“Where are you going?” she asked.“It’s personal. Will you look after him for me, please?” I repeated earnestly.“Of course. Anything for my cutie,” she agreed.“No matter what happens, don’t come lo