My arranged love...

Chapter 8...

New York! My baby! Momma's home!

As we walked out of the airport the cool breeze instantly hit my face and I inhaled and exhaled deeply. The airport was very busy and it took us two hours to find our luggage. Rohan called for a taxi and we made our way to his house. Butterflies floating freely in my stomach.

I was so nervous. To go to his home, with him. Just us two.

It felt weird, like I shouldn't be going with him. Like I had sneaked out on a secret date with a boyfriend.

I remember a few boyfriend's. They were only 1 week boyfriend's though, but not Sam. He and I were together for almost three years. Till I caught him cheating on me with Kara's sister, that is. I loved him but he told me that I was just his credit card and that three years of his life was a complicated mess because I was "in the way."

I scoffed silently at the thought. Me? In the way?

It was he, who was "In the way."

If I hadn't fallen in love with him, I wouldn't have wasted nearly three years of my life loving him, nearly three years of my life spending time with him, nearly 6 months of my life in depression because I didn't feel loved by anyone anymore! Crying night after night, yearning for him, remembering him. Praying for him to come back.

I was so lucky that I didn't give myself to him. Otherwise I would have felt disgusted with myself.

I snapped out of my trance when I heard the radio turn down. I felt the tears on my cheeks and furiously brushed them away. I won't cry for him like that ever again. I have Rohan now, even though I don't love him, at least we are friends. I had noticed that Rohan had stayed eerily silent through the whole drive.

I looked out of the window to see apartments towering above me. The taxi driver helped take our luggage inside and then we came to his apartment. My new home. He unlocked the door and then It hit me. I had forgotten how rich Rohan actually was.

The apartment was massive. Even that would be an understatement. I squirmed inwardly. I didn't belong here...

The apartment had a living room the size of a house. With leather sofas, glass tables, flowers, cushions and a chandelier that hung glamorously on the ceiling. I gasped. I nudged Rohan.

"Are those diamonds on the chandelier real?"

"Yeah, mum brought it me when I brought the place. The diamonds were dug, polished and shaped in Dubai." He said nonchalantly.

"Oh..." I gulped, this was too much.

"Come on. I'll show you the rest of the house."

I nodded and followed him to the kitchen. The kitchen had polished, marble worktops, tiled flooring and all the cooking necessities, plus more. The bathroom was beautiful! For a bathroom anyway. It had a steam and massage shower, a jacuzzi and hot tub and also an adjoined steam room! The two bedroom's were huge! Beautifully decorated with king sized beds, sliding wardrobes, flowers and HD flat screens in both!

I prefer simple but this was just...another world.

The best part was the balcony. I stepped out and stared in amazement! There was a swimming pool. a gym/ yoga area and the view!... You could see for miles and the skyline of New York was magnificent from here.

I turned and looked at Rohan with an anxious look on my face.
"I don't belong here Rohan."

He strode over to me and clasped my shoulder.

"All this belongs to you now Sonya. I know it may seem uncomfortable but I'll be here for you. Every step of the way. Okay?"
He questioned as he swiped my cheek with the pad of his thumb.