Sins to Pride

Chapters of her Life

Samara was packing her stuff like files, cell phone, stray papers and purse when a knock at the door made her look in that particular direction. She called the person inside distractedly and continued with her work dedicatedly. "Mr D'Souza says that he can't find his wedding ring. He needs help in searching for it."

At the mention of the thing she'd looted from the daredevil, her fingers tightened around her purse involuntarily and she looked up at Jiah with a bland expression on her pretty face. "What do you want me to do in that case? Go and help him out!"

Jiah felt that Samara's reply was pretty brusque. But then, she resisted the urge to snort at her observation when the thought of her boss being the queen of crudeness bubbled into her mind. Instead, she just bobbed her head in acknowledgement and closed the door behind her.

Samara heaved a sigh of relief before shouldering her purse, picking up the rest of her things and heading out of the office for good. She was done for the day.

After reaching her house which was a big, white mansion in one of the most posh areas of New Delhi, she walked down the stoned steps which led to the entrance of the bungalow. She casually roved her eyes around the green, wet lawn with blooming flowers which looked a little dull during evening. Samara made a mental note to chastise the gardener and order him sternly to water the plants till they look thriving.

 Marching inside, she excitedly shouted as her rich voice reverberated around the place, "Mom, Dad! I've to tell you guys something. Come on downstairs!" Her lips held a blinding smile. She was sure that she was glowing like a firefly as she waited impatiently for her parents to make an appearance and listen to her rant about how she cracked another crucial deal yet again by way of her hard work.

Dad would be totally ecstatic, she thought excitedly while waiting. She wanted to squeal like a maniac and happy dance but she didn't do so because she didn't want her parents to picture her as an idiotic freak.

"Mom? Daddy? Where are you guys?" She wondered out loud. Her parents had to be home by this time of the day.

She had perceived her precious parents strolling toward her and embracing her in a warm hug, telling her that they were proud of her no matter what. But yet again, her expectations crashed right on the ground as hurt ignited within the pit of her stomach. Rajesh, one of the people from their house help manoeuvred up to her in weak, slow steps. His shoulders were hunched and his head was bowed down which was considered as a gesture of respect in her eyes. When he finally reached her, he didn't dare to meet his eyes with her pained ones and simply revealed, "They aren't home yet. They called in and asked you to not wait up." Then, as if he felt the need to look up and watch her reaction, he did the same. "I'm sorry they are never home. I wish I could..."

Samara wanted to slap the old man. How dare he pity her? "Save it!" She skirted past him and strutted away, heading toward the staircase. 

The ferocious girl barged inside her room and closed the door behind her with a loud bang. She felt like pulling her hair when her breathing started getting uneven and her hands started quivering.

Her mother, Mrs Anita Kapoor was a well-known socialite in the city. She easily juggled her way around high profile parties, fancy dinners, cocktail ceremonies, abroad tours, launch events, baby showers and so much more. But she was never the one to open her arms wide for her own daughter and catch her into a bear hug. She had never been the one to smile affectionately at Samara and tell her once in a while that she was a good daughter. She had never been the mother she'd always wanted.

On the other hand, her father, Mr Suneel Kapoor was a famous entrepreneur who was the owner of a big company which dealt in electronics. Her father was a workaholic, never bothering to even realise that he had a daughter. He was the man who believed in attending meetings, business luncheons, corporate parties, trading in stock market and cherishing abroad tours with his wife. But he never believed in opening up to her daughter who existed in reality. Since he was a cold and calculative person, all he wanted to recognize was the process of minting lots of money and not his daughter's sentiments, her longing for his recognition.