Pobre Ana In English นิยาย & เรื่องราว

After a month has passed. ---------------- Aahana's POV I have been lying on this bed for a month, taking help from other people or even the smallest of the tasks. I felt fortunate that God gifted me a new life. The day car knocked me down, I felt as if my soul left my body. But prayers were answered. My health is proceeding very well. I am becoming better day by day. In this one month, what I am more shocked about is him, Mr Ranveer Singhaniya. My so called businessman and the traitor who betrayed me at every point of life.

the girl retorted, her irritation still evident on her face. "I'll pay you for the entire day; please, help me," Atlas pleaded desperately. He was determined not to let this job slip away, especially when it was right within his grasp. "You're not a bad person, are you?" the young woman asked, sensing the urgency in Atlas' plea. Atlas reassured her with a sincere "No." "You seem trustworthy enough, okay," the girl finally conceded, her initial reluctance giving way to understanding. Atlas explained his predicament to her, and she chuckled, finding his problem rather simple. They introduced themselves, quickly developing a sense of trust. It was amazing how quickly they seemed to connect.

The loan sharks who used to beat and threaten him are now bowing and nodding deferentially. "Sir, I guess we don't need to show up at your house anymore, right?" Kurt Saunders rubs his temples and replies, "Yup. Anna gave up her entire future for me. She even turned down an opportunity to study at Hefford just to help me pay off my debts." Before he even finishes, his childhood friend lets out a giggle. "Kurt, that's still not enough. You'll only know if she really doesn't mind being poor if she sticks around through a year of flipping burgers without any complaints."

I'm not leaving you like this, Mia" Ana replied "I'm sorry that things are happening to you this way" Ana said to me "All we have is each other" She added "I guess" I replied "These men ain't shit" She said "You can say that again" I replied "Not all men, you know" She added "All men, All of them" I shouted “I can't believe this is happening to me, it better just be a bad dream that I would wake up from" I looked at Ana and said to her as tears rushed down my face

Ana's POV "I doubt it Ana, as Gabriel himself said, you are just a stranger he has to pretend to be happy with for a while, nothing more, you are the woman his father and yours, beggar, starving, sold to go to another country and who helped him not to lose his company, that's what you are for him." She looks at me and smiles. "I'm sorry if you didn't know that your parents left the country."

It was then that I noticed Ana, my steadfast friend, standing tall beside me, her eyes filled with unwavering support. "Have you no decency?" Ana's voice rang out, carrying a tone of defiance. "Can you not see the miracle that blooms within her? Instead of cruelty, offer her kindness. Support her in this journey, for it is life itself that she carries." The room fell momentarily silent, the echoes of Ana's words hanging in the air. Some of the onlookers shifted uncomfortably, their eyes cast downward in shame. But there were others, obstinate and unyielding, who refused to let go of their mocking laughter.

She instructed June "I'm sorry but I can't do that because Michael didn't tell me about you coming to see Angel, I don't even know you," June said and the woman laughed. "What do you mean by Michael didn't tell you. did you think you were important because Michael brought you into his house and fed you?" Ana yelled at June "Excuse you?" June said in anger and she laughed again. "You are one of the few people who thought I was dead and wanted to have my child and husband all to yourself, you are such a cheat and a whore" Ana said

She decided not to tie it for a new look. She looked for a food to take for breakfast but nothing just bottles of beers and rotten meal from last night. Her beaten up mother came and gave her money, “T-that’s all I have Ana sorry.” She said with subtle voice, like a mushed pumpkin her mother was almost indigo to death. The daughter felt empathy but hardly couldn’t do anything. She refused to take the money.

It is a serious one to me. If I tell him that he is correct, it appears that he won't like me any longer, but I won't tell a falsehood since, after all, what can I do? Being poor isn't horrible, it's not a crime, and it shouldn't be something to be embarrassed of, so I should be proud of it. Alyana, there is nothing humiliating about being poor; you lived despite it. We were silent for a moment here before he finally said, "Yes, no, I'm simply poor and...I'm proud of it."

She smiled as she watched the other townspeople. “No matter how hard their lives are, they can still smile. Meanwhile, some who are well-off are not happy and are never content with what they have,” Ana said sadly as she watched the happy workers eating the food she bought. Alexis, who was also watching the workers, agreed. “That’s how it is here, lady. You have to be able to handle everything. Because if you can’t, you won’t have anything to eat.” Ana did not say anything, but she felt sad about the people’s situation and did not know what she was feeling. Revenge was on her mind, but she did not realize that there were more people with bigger problems than hers.