Legal Obsession

2

Years ago

(Their first encounter)
 
Getting down from the car, she turned towards her bodyguard, who seemed busy at the back of the car trying to find tools to repair it.
 
Going toward them, she tapped one of them.
"I would like to walk around a little bit, please," she said, politely adding a smile.
 
Walking through the empty street, the wind blowing nicely, she smiled. These were the types of moments she liked.
 
She was feeling very stuffy in the party hall as they kept asking her when she was going to get married and trying to connect her with their sons or their sister sons.
 
That was a thing about Indians, she thought; they felt like they had every right to intrude in your personal business.
 
Hearing a sound coming from the other side of the road, she turned to see a homeless young guy sitting by the side of the road.
 
Going to his place, she stopped in shock halfway through as she saw the guy's body shaking vigorously. Panicked, she turned around to check if anyone was around to help.
 
She turned to the bodyguard who had been following and asked him to put his coat around the poor guy.
 
She felt sorry for the poor man. Why was he sleeping here? He could have gone to a homeless shelter, or so she thought.
 
After a while, the guy opened his eyes and stared at her.
 
"Are you better now, dear?" she asked.
 
Lifting up his head, his eyes connected with the beautiful lady in front of him, and he couldn't help but think of how nice her voice sounded.
 
He stared into her eyes, which were clouded with worry. Was she really worried about him, or was it just his imagination? He asked himself before nodding his head to answer the question asked earlier.
 
She stared at him for a while, making him a little self-conscious as he bowed his head, slightly embarrassed, even though he didn't know why.
 
The lady was lost in her thoughts, as she couldn't help but wonder how much the man in front of her must have been through.
 
Looking down at her hands, which were embedded with a shining golden bracelet, an idea popped into her head, and she took off two of her golden bracelets and the few notes she had left in her purse.
 
She put it into his palms, sneezing, and gave him an encouraging look.
 
"These are all I can give you now; please take care of yourself with these, try to find somewhere to live, and I am sure that these two bracelets will be able to get you a house to live in for the main time," she said, smiling at him encouragingly.
 
Turning around as she heard heavy footsteps coming her way, she saw her bodyguard. The car must be ready, she thought.
 
Getting up, she waved at him before turning around and leaving with her bodyguard.
 
Looking at her until she slowly disappeared into the darkness of the night, he couldn't take his mind off her. Her beauty was enticing, and her voice was angelic, he thought.
 
Looking down at the bracelet and money in his hands, his eyes started to water; it was so much more than he could ever imagine.
 
What he held in his hands was almost a million, and the thought of that made him tear up.
 
He never thought a day would come when he would be holding gold in his hands.
 
He paused a little as the thought of the gold being fake crossed his mind. Placing the bracelet in his mouth, he bit it, just like he saw some of the miners do.
 
His eyes widen once again as he confirms that it is indeed gold. Quickly putting it away in his torn pants pocket, he wrapped his hands around himself to secure it.
 
He chuckled as he remembered the words of his angelic princess. She thought it was not going to be enough for long; these were more than enough for him for a year.
 
He waited patiently throughout the night, wrapping himself in the coat his princess had given him.
 
He still couldn't get her out of his mind, and for the first time in his life, he felt the need to shape his miserable life.
 
He wanted her, but obviously she was out of his league.
 
But right now, his soul was craving her so badly that he looked at his hands and brought them to his nose, trying to sniff her scent.
 
He remembered how delicate her touch was on his hands when she wanted to place the bracelet in his palm.
 
She looks so innocent—too innocent for this world—and he couldn't help but feel a sense of protection for her in his spirit.
 
******
 
She made her way back to her hostel after texting her mother that she felt so tired and needed some rest.
 
Entering the hostel room, she went straight to the bathroom and stripped out of her gown, picking up a towel and making her way to the shower.
 
When she was done, she turned off the shower and wrapped herself in her towel before making her way out of the bathroom.
 
She wore her nightwear and made herself ready for bed.
 
Climbing on her bed, she couldn't help but think about the poor man she met on the street.
 
Was he doing okay?
 
Is the cold still disturbing him?
 
Was he going to survive without money?
 
All kinds of questions roamed around her mind. She should have given him some more of her golden bracelets; she wasn't using them that much anyway, she thought.
 
The thought of going back to get the man crossed her mind, but she wasn't ready to get into trouble with the media and her father.
 
So, saying a quick prayer for the man, she closed her eyes and let sleep take her away from her problem and thoughts.
*****
 
The man stared down at the cash in his hands; he couldn't believe one of the bracelets he exchanged was worth this much.
 
He looked up at the seller, to whom he gave the golden bracelet, to see him eyeing him suspiciously.
 
"That's all I can give you, mate; I need to see if I can sell it first." The seller shouted at him.
 
Now he knew he was being ripped off and that it was worth more, but the fear of giving back the money made him nod his head as he ran away with it.
****
 
It was already evening, and he walked down the road with a smile on his face. The thought that he had somewhere to spend the night made him smile.
 
He made his way back to the motel he rented, and the items he got for himself were inside a bag in his hands.
 
It has been a long time since he felt this kind of happiness; it has, in fact, been a long time since he felt any kind of happiness.
 
He couldn't help but thank his lucky star for making him come across his princess.
 
He was so lost in his thoughts that he did not notice that he was being followed.
 
Immediately he got to the alley that was leading to his motel, some men came out blocking his way.
 
He looked at them alarmed, trying his best not to show his fear or feed them with it.
 
He raised his hands up, ready to fight, making them scoff at him before smirking.
 
"Are you really going to fight my boys, mate?" A man voiced the question, coming out from behind the billboard sign placed on the other side of the alley.
 
He looked at him with confidence in his eyes before saying
 
"Well, if you're going to die, you might as well die with honor, right, mate?" He said it mockingly.
 
making the man chuckle, chocking a little from the smoke of the cigarette he had in his hands.
 
"I like that, but let's see how long you're going to keep that spirit, mate." He said this, narrowing his eyes at the young man after he calmed down.
 
Raising his hands up, he signaled his men, and they all came forward, grabbing the man and beating him.
 
He fell to the floor, blood coming out of his mouth and darkness clouding his vision.
 
Picking him up by his hair, he blew out the smoke from his mouth to his face.
 
"I heard you got gold and sold it; I'm just here for the money, mate, that's all." The man said this, placing his cigarette back in his mouth.
 
He raised his head and looked at the man.
 
"Fuck you, mate," he said, coughing out blood.
The man looked at the young man on the floor, amused.
"I like this; I like you." He said this, staring at the man, who was no longer moving on the floor.