Birds chirped on tree branches bathing in the day's initial sunrays. The soft glow of the sun peeping from behind the grey clouds, caressed the flowers in the garden. The soothing sound of water droplets from the peak of the white marble fountain meeting the pool below calmed the atmosphere.
The serenity danced with melancholy silence as Anika gazed nowhere blankly, seated on the swing chair in the balcony.
Her fingers played with the ends of her wavy hair cascading down her shoulders, as the loose white shirt over a pair of light blue shorts wrapped her within, providing comfort by bits.
Lost in her thoughts, she extended her hand to pick up the ringing phone when it hit the coffee mug nearby, resulting it to crash against the floor.
She flinched at the sudden sound, before she stood up from her chair.
A sigh escaped her lips, as she stared down at the broken pieces.
"It's not even the beginning and things have started to shatter already", she muttered aimlessly, crouching down.
As she picked up the visible pieces, her foot unknowingly stepped on a piece causing her to rest her right hand on the ground not noticing the mug's broken handle underneath, to take a look at her bruised foot.
Hissing in pain, she stood up to see her palm bleeding profusely with a deep cut across the palm.
Clenching her jaws, she took out the small pieces before walking inside to get her hand cleaned.
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The pieces were cleared long ago by the maids, yet, I was still there, gazing at my bleeding hand inside the washroom.
The tap water ran over my palm washing away the red liquid staining the white sink underneath.
Turning off the tap, I wiped my hands on the towel hanging by the mirror and walked outside.
Maybe I'd have put some ointment and a band-aid on it but the time I took a note of just now, tensed me.
It was past 7:45 and I was still not ready, driving away was a matter far-off.
I rushed to my closet before hurriedly picking out a pair of black trousers, chestnut brown silk shirt and a brown belt.
Getting changed, I tied up my hair into a low ponytail after middle parting my hair. Putting the Cartier watch around my wrist, I slipped into my black Gucci heels and walked out.
I rushed out with the black handbag in one hand and my phone my another. I needed to rush or else, it won't do any good to me.
My Mercedes was at the doorstep with the driver waiting for me. The car door was already open and my personal bodyguard stood by it.
