she devil

Chapter-7

"It's indeed unsettling, what happened to your father," says Mr Khan. After waiting for thirty minutes, Zoya went up to Mr Khan and slowly started the conversation. As they talked about many things, they found that they have a lot in common. They both like golf but apart from that their choices in business their opinions on different companies also match. The time flew by as they talked. It seems that the main attraction Madhav has arrived and is socializing somewhere around the party. Zoya couldn't pay attention to that Rabbit guy as it might cost her a very important alliance with Mr Khan. Zoya, later on, bought up her thoughts about the new layout that she plans to make of Carrison. Mostly, Mr Khan hesitated but found the offer difficult to refuse. So, he ended up saying he'd think about it and that's enough for now. So, they shift the topic and end up discussing Zoya's father's death. It worked well in Zoya's favour that Mr Khan seems to think that her father's death is strange. After what felt like an hour of standing and socializing with every person, that has a mouth, Zoya was in need of some rest.

It took her about a minute to find the restroom. All you have to do is follow a group of girls walking out of the ballroom like they were born to stick with each other. Zoya has rarely seen any of these women going to the washroom alone. What's worse is they tend to gossip in there, which is basically gross for the person in the cabinet. After ignoring all kinds of rumours spreading through the washroom, Zoya came out of there. She decides to take walk in the garden. She doesn't want to go back in there and put on the shield on her face.

She walks barefoot on the grass in the garden. As expected, the garden is spacious and beautiful with all kinds of plants. Old Mrs Arora loved plants to her very core. Yearly, she spends a ridiculous amount of money on plant nurseries. That's probably why the Arora's aren't the second richest of the town. Because Mrs Arora does a lot of charity work but that doesn't make her a good person. As far as Zoya remembers, the old woman has always been kind to her and the boys, especially Aryan. But as they grew up, they began to see each other less and less often. Wandering the beautiful garden accompanied by the most beautiful night sky, Zoya felt warm on this cold night after a long time.

Walking deeper into the garden, Zoya suddenly gets the feeling that she is not alone. She halts in her place and looks around and finds a person crouched near the calla lily plant. Calla lily is an interesting choice in flowers. One that Zoya likes. Walking around the flowers, Zoya noticed someone crouched over the plant, with his head in his hands. Why do I like when I see a man so weak? A smile creeps up on Zoya's face. The person seems familiar. The shady-like from the moon shines over the dark black hair of the person. He looked like a beautiful bundle of flesh, although he's clothed. His shoulders give out a jerk moving out of place and almost falling over the grass. Zoya realizes that he's going through a panic attack. Out of instinct, Zoya moves forward. She crouches beside him and slowly, places her hand on his shoulder, which causes him to flinch. The person raises his head as if to see who dared to touch him right now. As soon as the moonlight reflects on the boy's face, Zoya was doomed because this is where it truly started for him. The beginning of the end. although Zoya would think otherwise, for Madhav Arora who has always had to take care of himself and was suddenly cast into a whole new world he was unfamiliar with, Zoya was the beginning. To the souls that yearn for warmth, the cold they face at the beginning is nothing but a test of their endurance. To Zoya, Madhav is her cyanide. To Madhav, Zoya was an answer he was willing to search for.

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 2 hours ago... 

They turned him into a gentleman. But did he deserve it? Madhav couldn't convince himself that this would soon be his normal attire. Wearing suits all the time even in school. What kind of school uniform has a custom-made suit as its uniform? Oh, right the one that shoves money down the drain instead of tissues. Everyone has a stereotype about rich people and they're mostly right, except for one thing. They are not tacky or flashy. What looks like a plain high school uniform easily costs about one lack of rupees. They do wear money but they don't let it show. They do ridiculous things with a ridiculous amount of money but they also make it look cool. Over the few weeks that Madhav has been here, he met a lot of people who have more NetWorth than what he could earn in his entire lifetime, if possible, even in his next life. He wonders how his parents would've felt knowing that he is now living such a life. No, foster parents. The truth is still difficult to get used to. What bothers him the most is how long will this reality last. He often wonders if he'll wake from this dream and regret not enjoying it while it lasted for the fear of disappointing people who don't mean much to him. After so many classes on etiquette, Madhav is not too bad at talking to people. But he just can't find the right topic to talk about. They don't have any common interests.