LOST

Chapter 1

At 8:00 am Natasha woke up with a long stretch and a yawn. Her red silk night gown with black velvet collar looked great on her slim figure, which was a positive result of her two months workout. After three blinks, she was fresh enough to come out from her blanket and make her bed. She later got changed and wore her pink nylon shirt, black trouser and went down stairs for breakfast.

    Just as she reached the dinning table, a knock was heard on the front door. ‘Hey’, she said after opening the door. ‘Love’, exclaimed the tall, good-looking man in a leather jacket, standing on the front door.

‘Come in’, Natasha smiled and made way for the man to come in.

‘You look lovely’, he said.

‘Thanks’, replied Natasha.

‘So what’s for breakfast?’ he asked.

‘I don’t know. I haven’t seen her lately’ said Natasha.

‘The psyco haven’t waked up yet?’ he asked with a grin ‘wake the brat up. I am starvin’.

‘Patience! I am’ Natasha went upstairs and knocked at a door harshly,’ wake up, its 8:15’

But no reply came. She knocked again but no one responded. She waited for five minutes but no one came out not even a voice was heard from inside. This time she knocked more callously. With the force of her palm the door got opened it self. To her surprise there was no one in the room and the bed was perfectly made. ‘Huh?’ she thought and went downstairs. ‘What happen?’ the man inquired, scratching his head in confusion.

‘She is not in her room. May be she is in Hunan’s room.’ Natasha went to the room at the right side of the kitchen and found it empty. ’She’s not even here. Darn her’

“Nate!” the man screamed loudly looking upwards.

Together they checked all the other rooms. They checked Nate’s room again but to no avail.

‘Is there a possibility that she is outside the house?’ the man asked Natasha.

‘No, not at all. She can’t do this’. Natasha replied with a worry expression.

‘Should we call the police?’

 ‘Not yet Sam. May be she is in the bathroom.’

Later they checked all the bathrooms.

‘Where is that monster?’ Natasha spoke with wrath.

 ‘Tasha love, I think she is Missing’ …………… 

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‘Runaway Child Forced To Sell Drugs For Living’

With a sigh she read the headline of the morning paper. She took out a paper on which she had written names of three places distant from her house. Below them she took out a fountain pen and wrote ‘won’t sell myself, won’t be a nanny, won’t join a club, won’t sell drugs’.

She folded the paper, put it in her bag pack along with the pen and looked around her. A ladies park with beautiful rose plants scattered everywhere. A bricked walking track, some benches at the corner and women of different ages were walking and jogging for the sake of their health and fitness.

She sniffed the cold breeze blowing from the rightwards and heard the chirping of birds.

It was the biggest challenge of her life which she had accepted whole heartedly. The future, a vague picture and the past, was a worst experience.