Nasha returned home, battered and shattered. She couldn’t fathom why a person could incur all the problems in the world upon herself.And as soon as Annabel arrived at the house to inquire about the earlier incident, she was dismissed immediately as Nasha said,“I don’t want to talk about it. I beg to have my space for the moment”.Then Annabel left sadly. And she shut the door, as she soliloquized,“Why me? Why now? Why...?”. She lifted the small jar of flowers and smashed it on the wall, then threw herself on the floor like a woman whose husband was killed in the battle Field. “This has to end! This has to end now! I am exhausted by everything! Is it a crime to come from a lower class? It’s obvious that the world is against me!”She remained at that same spot and wept bitterly. One of Nasha’s parents died when she was ten and she was left in the care of her poor father; whose only means of livelihood was Shoemaking. He used the paltry sum to sponsor Nasha through Highschool. Bu

Richardson woke up feeling skeptical. The conversation he had with Tina struck his heart like a hammer. How could he let someone else take the love of his life from him because of his bad attitude? No, a man shouldn’t be in a pool and allow soap bubbles to blind his eyes; he must wash it off. And in that case, Richardson resolved to confront George. He knew that he was as influential as him and even more than. But that wouldn’t stop him from fighting for the one he loved. He got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom for a brief shower. And in the next few minutes, he was already dressed in a semi-causal dress as he hurried off to George’s office.When he arrived at the office, he met Nasha and George talking and laughing, then he became furious.And rather than confronting Nasha, he started throwing tantrums at George. “You rascal that parades himself as an officer of the law have you no shame? How could you belittle yourself to date,, someone you ought to investigate

It had been two weeks since the court adjourned the murder case, and Nasha had returned to her shell as usual, hoping that her fate would bring her luck this time. She could have believed that with George on her side, nothing could break her anymore but it has begun to become more complicated by the day as everyone wants to take advantage of her. And now, she couldn’t even trust her shadow. Reminiscing on the demands of the judge to have the case turned in her favour, had kept her jolted and stirred up tons of anger in her veins. She could think to stay back in the town until the next seating of the court but all she could hear in her spirit was “Run, Run! They will kill you! George won’t be able to protect you!”She covered her ears with her hands to shut off the voice as she screamed “No!!” and then fell on the floor as sleep swayed her like a one-month-old baby. Then she had a dream where she saw two monsters chasing her. She galloped until she saw George who smiled at her the

Nasha’s new life at Polperro was becoming more interesting. She garnered the fragment that she was and turned it into an exquisite fine art.Her glowing becomes anew by the day as her flawless skin shines effortlessly. She had many office assistants; distinguishing her position as the director general of Nasha's Special Taste.Though she had forgotten the pains of being rusticated from school and the pains of being accused wrongly, but one thing she couldn’t forget was George’s nonchalance about her whereabouts. She loved him very much and she had thought he did love her as well. But as the saying goes, love is tested when one is in trouble. However, in her case, George had supported and stood by her beyond doubt.And even if he decided to withdraw his support from her, she would still be grateful for the times that he was with her. Star was the only person that she had reached out to since she moved to Polperro. Star had promised to come to check on her by the next week and sh

Nasha returned to London on the following day. But the streets of London, particularly Oxford seem to have acquired a certain newness in her eyes other than what it used to be. It has become more busier, noisy, and congested as throngs walked on the pedestrian like snails and cars zoomed on the road like cheetahs. Amid the hustle and bustle, a pungent filled the air, making her breath became stiff. Then she covered her nose with her palms as she opened her mouth to inhale and exhale air. She hastily increased her pace as she walked past the hordes. Though she had arrived in the night, she could still see different beautiful street lights glittering in the atmosphere. Nasha took a few steps and began to hear some music from the popular disco jockey playing in the upper house. The music sounds was loud and mellifluous at the same time and she couldn’t help than to dance to the beat of it, stylishly. When she crossed over to the other side of the street leading to George’s house,