Destined To Be Together

C H A P T E R - 1

Chapter-1 The Interview

Zoya's POV.

I stood outside my father's room, anxiously biting my nails. I am scared to go in and tell him about my job interview. Now, even if my father will not have any problem with it, my step-mother will create one to make my life a hell.

She doesn't like me, reason? I don't know. She was the only mother figure I had while growing up. My mother died after giving birth to me. My grandmother, the only person who was looking after me, died when I was eleven and since then I have no other person to call or to look upon as a mother other than my father's second wife.

But now I need to do anything and take everything coming to me to have this job. This is my only chance to get away from this hell.

Somehow after gathering the courage I knocked on their door. When I heard 'come in' from the other side I opened the door.

My father was reading some paper on the couch and my step mother was putting clothes in the wardrobe.

He raised his eyebrow when he saw me.

"I ha-have to speak to you about something." I said making my step mother turn around and stare at me in annoyance. I literally don't know what I've done to her. Without wasting my time on her I looked back at my father.

"Abbu ac-actually I got selected for an interview in a good company.." Before I could say anything else my step mother jumped in. Of course she have to say something to ruin my happiness.

"Why do you need to work? It is not like that you are not getting anything in this house...even after getting all the luxury you have to work to show that we don't give you anything, you are just an ungrateful girl." She said and gave me a look of disgust.

Luxury? Did she said luxury? I am treated as a maid in my own damn house and still she has audacity to say that I get all the luxury. I still kept my calm because I will get nothing after arguing with her and I don't want to anger my father when I'm telling him about my job.

"Exactly my thoughts, why do you need to work?" My father asked the same question.

If I say that I want to get away from this house which is actually a hell for me then of course he will flip out which we don't want right now, we can fight him later.

"Uhh..umm I like fashion designing and this is a really nice reputed company." I said.

"Yes, a nice company where god knows what you have to do to get a job." My step mother said with disgust, what is her problem?

"A degree and a good resume is all you need to get this job." This came out way more sarcastic then I meant it to be. But the look on her face was worth it.

"Okay do whatever you want to do, just don't disturb our peace." My father said and got back to reading the paper he was reading earlier.

I gave a look to my step mother before leaving their room.

I got in my room and jumped in excitement. Finally finally finally I will be able to get out of this house.

I don't share a good bond or any kind of a bond with my father, for him, I don't exist. My grandmother told me that he doesn't hate me, he is just grieving the loss of his first wife. That's what she said when I was ten. I remember it was my birthday, not because we were celebrating my birthday or anything, it is because they were having a prayer for my dead mother. I never knew what a birthday was, and I never wanted to know because I don't want to celebrate the day my mother died. I haven't seen my mother but I have a good bond with her because she haven't seen me but she did carry me inside her body for 9 months. I feel a strong connection with her. I mean 9 months in my mother's womb is way more as compared to my father who haven't talked to me nicely in these 23 years.