I will make you only mine

Chapter 36: The First Day

Black...black was the only color which I can see. I can't move my hands, I can't move my legs, I have something on my eyes which is restricting my eyes to open. I'm lying on something very soft. Sudden voice of footsteps was heard, and I became alert. A hand opened my eye mask, and I took a few minutes to adjust my eyes to the surrounding.

"Why am I here?" asked Myra

"Because I want you to be here" replied Ayan smirking.

"Ayan, what you are doing is wrong, you will get nothing out of it" she cried.

"Don't worry love, I'll care for myself for what I want, and as far as I know, you should be concern about your brother. Do you want him to know the truth? Do you want him to destroy himself as well as your father's last hope?" said Ayan calmly

"Why are you doing this, I considered you as my friend, why should you be so mean, what have I ever done to deserve this" sobbed Myra

"Save these tears for later baby, I want you decision now" spat Ayan angrily and leave the place

With actual tears in my eyes, I woke up with a jolt, panting hard and catching for my breath. Ivy was sleeping peacefully beside me. 2 years have passed since I left my previous life but it still haunts me. I still miss my parents badly. I want the time to go back when I used to live happily with my family and Ayan and Manav weren't in my life. I wish I could go back in time. Sighing, I woke up from the bed and move towards the washroom. It was still quite early in the morning. As requested, sister Samantha gave me a special permission to step out of the shelter home for the first time in 2 years. I was feeling the excitement building up in me to see the outside world after such a long time. I still dream of meeting my parents again, of fulfilling my dreams again, but somewhere I know, that the life which I have lived earlier has pains and sufferings beyond eternity, and the present life which I am living is giving me an opportunity to live for others, to serve others. I was in England for the last 2 years, I miss India, I miss the festivals we used to celebrate there, but these kids around me, specially Ivy, are now my home and I have accepted that happily. I started my morning routine after which I'll wake Ivy up for one final preparation of moving out. I know she will come to visit me again but she is officially moving out today and it makes my heart sad of thinking about living without her.

Sister Samantha requested me to pick up some groceries and daily essentials for the kids as per the list she has given as sister Eliza who generally does all these works was ill. We got ready and Ivy bid her goodbyes to the rest of the sisters and we left for the school. We attended the orientation there which to my surprise was good enough to convince me that it's better that Ivy is leaving shelter home as there is so much for her to achieve in her life. Her life has just started. After making sure she is well enough in her dormitory room and she has everything which she will be needing for her next one year, I left the school premises and sat in the car which was being driven by one of the workers at shelter home. Since I had no knowledge of the pace in which I was living as I was confined to the boundaries of shelter home, I asked the driver to take me to the shop from where the shopping for the shelter home was done. He told me that there is a supermarket nearby the shelter home which offers all these products at a discount especially for us. He parked the car outside the supermarket and I promised him to not take long. I went inside the supermarket and it was feeling so good to be in a public space again and to breathe the open air. I was picking up all the required things and sped up to the billing counter. On totalling of the things I shopped for, the cashier asked me to show me the shelter home card to get the desired discount. I happily showed him the card which sister Samantha gave me and he immediately asked me what happened to sister Eliza as she only comes for the particular shelter home. I told him about her ill health, and he informed me that every time sister Eliza used to come, and they used to have a photograph with her and the materials she used as they have to send it to the higher ups for confirmation of the cordial relationship of our unit with the society and a bit of the marketing of the social service they were doing. This is a bit of their favor for giving discounts to shelter homes, schools, religious groups etc. I hesitantly agreed and he took my photo with one of his female colleagues. I reached the shelter home by evening and instantly started missing Ivy. I told sister Samantha everything about the orientation and was too tired to think anything else after a long and tiring day, so I decided to call it early and went off to sleep. Little did I know that my life is going to take a 360 degree turn again....

Someone Somewhere...

The guy: Where was this photo clicked, I want each and every details now.