To hide one lie, thousands of lies are needed.
Jhanish Mehrotra
He is a grumpy, moody billionaire who doesn't like people around him, he can't feel emotions or maybe he don't want to feel.
For him his work and his company is his priority.
But wh...
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When I wake up in the noon, it takes a few moments of struggle for me to sit back in the bed. Pulling a white silk duvet over my legs I look around the bedroom- a master bedroom.
Everything is done in white and champagne color with the touch gold and brown in artwork and accessories. All the fixtures and finishes are in subtle, burnished gold. A sofa and chairs are clustered into a sitting area nearby. Heavy champagne drapes are drawn across the windows. To my right there is large open space walk-in-closet. Besides there is bathroom. Which is very large and also done in white.
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Taking glass of water from bed side I gulp it down whole. Ignoring the cramps in my legs, I swing my legs over the side of the king-size bed and pad across plush carpeting. I tried to stand up but fell back on the bed. It's been two weeks since I woke up, I managed to move my hands and upar body so far with physiotherapy. But I still can't walk or stand up for more than a minute without support.
I need to pee, but this argghh. My eyes fall on the wheel chair besides bed and quickly look away. I hate that thing, it makes me feel weak, helpless. I tried again to stand on feet but fail.
"Ma'am, I was just outside, why didn't you call? Let me help." Savita ji, my care taker, nurse, whatever you call, says. With huff I accept her help as she sat me on that thing and wheels me to the washroom. I did my business, washing my face and hands, I look myself in the mirror. This is not how I used to look like, I've seen the pictures of me and my husband all around the bedroom. I do look beautiful in those pictures, but now there are several scars on my body. My chin trembles and I look away. I call Savitaji, then she took me back to the bedroom.
