Eveleen's POV          I was standing near the railing, spreading the view with my eyes. It was college in front of me. I could see empty classrooms through the opened windows. It was evening, but the sun was still shining bright. It was summer. Sun sets late these days. Light breeze was brushing my skin. I turned back and gazed at the Hall full of people. I know only a few relatives of our family who often visit our house. It was a large hall. This building had five stories. Our party was going on the fifth floor. I sauntered at my friends, pushing the glass door open. Cool wind of air-conditioning hit me and relieved a bit of the hot skin of mine. I gazed around to see my friends. I spotted Rose with her phone. She is my friend and cousin. She is pretty enough, five feet six inches tall, slim and black hair with short length and green eyes. It was rare to find a green-eyed girl in Sikanderabad. She was busy on her

    After many hours, I heard the door creaked open. I was digging my nails in my own palm. His amber eyes laid on me. Tann was behind him. What were they both doing here? What if they hurt me? I picked up a filled bowl from the tray to hit them. In case, if any one of them tried to get me. I saw a wry smile on his face. I bit my bottom lips and glared at him angrily.     " You wanna meet your friends. " Tann asked.     I looked at him, then Tann, " Yes. " I whispered. I felt a surge of happiness. I wanted to smile but I crinkle my lips together.    " Good. " Tann paused. A man came and gave him a shopping bag.     " Here, your friends selected it for you and it's your daily used stuff." he put the bag on the bed, " There is a bathroom. Get ready. You have thirty minutes. Don't change in the room, there are cameras. Get ready like a new bride otherwise you aren't meeting your friend

My alarm was ringing on the side table of the mattress. I broke my eyes from sleeping and rubbed my eyes with my fingers. There was no window in this room. I didn't sleep in this room. How did I come here? It panicked me. I removed the blanket and looked down at me. I was in the same dress. I sighed a relief breath. How did I come here? Alarm was still ringing. I turned it off. I stepped down. Cold floor greeted my bare feet, my heels were gone. I put the slipper on and lazily walked toward the washroom. I brushed my teeth. Warm water was taking away my laziness. After showering, I opened my cupboard. I picked a printed white gown for me. I donned my clothes and light makeup. I remembered his words ' Happy Bride.' I put on platform heels. I saw myself in the mirror. I gathered my books and placed them back in my backpack. I removed my phone from the charger. I hung my backpack on my shoulder and paced to the door. I turned its knob. But it was locked. I knocked on it, " Hey! I'm get

Eveleen's POV           I spent my whole day watching television and studying. My breakfast arrived in my room. After studying, I took a nap. I was alone at the dining table. I didn't see Thomas. He must be in the hospital. It sent shivers in my body as I recalled the memories when monsters were shooting viciously at us. I asked everyone whom I had met since morning about Thomas. I was hoping he would be fine. How could he break my hand without knowing the truth? He operated the world with his thinking. I didn't even know his intentions behind this marriage. According to my friends and family, he is an international business tycoon. I was damn sure he's more than that. There's no female in this house, all cooks are male. Bodyguards are like mannequins who are in suit to decorate every corner of this building. I asked every single man to know Thomas' condition. All pretend as if I don't exist in this world.      Mor

  Eveleen's POV       My mind was still occupied with the thought of whatever happened in the club and that monster. Duante was glaring at him as he'd kill him at the spot without any delay. Now I was assured of it, this marriage has something to do with him. There can be anything between them. He asked her, did she want to marry him? I could not ask him. He would never tell me. I blinked and broke my fixed gaze on the traffic down. I was on the tenth floor. Traffic was looking like queues of small trains, headlights and yellow street lights looking like tiny stars. Traffic was moving slowly under street lights. I was lost in my view. I glided my hand on the banister. My hand felt strong skin touching my hand. I moved my eyes. It was his hand with the same blue fabric. I immediately turned to face him. I didn't know when he came behind me and was there, standing like this? He was so close. He never came so cl