Sara's Trilemma

Fighting For Love_Jayden's POV

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The goofy grin on my face wouldn't go away. Repeatedly, I replayed the memory of Sara throwing herself at me and kissing me passionately until we couldn't breathe. I was not sure if I had the right of such happiness she gave me in one night. Those few hours would be always imprinted in my memory, Sara confessing her love for me; even now it sounded unbelievable.

The driver, now turned towards the Nariman Street, towards my temporary abode since a few months now. It strangely felt like my home now, maybe now I could think of moving in India for Sara. I would ask dad for keep working in JP India so that we could probably stay in India or even marry? Oh damn! Was it too early to ask that? What would Sara say? She might take me as Viraj, asking early for a lifelong commitment. I would not want to smother her. I sighed as it was going to be a hard work. All those short months were exceptionally bittersweet. I saw Sara in front of me, but I was not allowed to feel any affection for her. Doc had her reasons to be protective of her daughter. All I did was to respect her wish and tame my feelings. How did end up being this man? I remembered my fairly numbered girlfriends. From my schooling to the time when I joined dad's office. No girl felt so close to my soul before. Sara had bewitched me: she drew me to her like the light invites moth.

I chuckled as I recalled how she would show the hard exterior around me. I broke it when I first kissed her in that very apartment. Her mouth had tasted so sweet, that I was high. My own brand of drug. She was the forbidden fruit, the rebellion daughter of my doctor in DC. Finally, I couldn't help it: I asked Sara to be my date at the gala, thinking that I would formally introduce her to my parents and divulge all the truth to her. Doc and Pradeep were also in town, I had decided to meet them after the gala and ask for their consent to be with their daughter. But Sara not only rejected my request but broke my ego and my confidence to pieces. And then Kushal took the chance and had her in front of my eyes. It killed me to see them kiss, and all my hopes died. Then, when she asked me to go with her to Lonavala, I thought, this was the last time I would see her and be with her. I had even packed my bag, partially, and thought of taking off from Mumbai once in for all.

Altogether, to my surprise and joy, things turned out different, I would not have imagined, she saying that she loved me. Oh, my god! I had stopped my urge to break into sobs. Sara loved me. Sara loved Sid! Sid, not Jayden! No amount of courage was enough to tell her that I was Jayden.

Precisely, Jayden Parker.

Now the worry gnawed my every cell, shit! What would happen when I tell her that I knew her parents? How would she react when I finally tell her that I was Jayden Parker, the son of the owner of JP Publications? And not the Sid she knew, the assistant editor with a light attitude and an arrogant mouth. She fell in love with Sid. Not Jay who lied to her from the start. What was I to do? I had to meet her without my identity. That was the part of the deal I had with her parents. Plus, I needed an experience in my own company before taking the highest position. That was why only JP India head and Anamika knew my real name.

On the other side, was Sara's mom, Maya. I owed my life to her; she had saved me from the brutal accident I had when I was fifteen. If not for her, I would be dead or paralyzed. Doc was one of the best neurosurgeons in DC. Her expertise and tender care kept me from dying; and from that day onwards, she and her husband became family friends.

Often when my mother tried talking to Doc about her daughter, she would never reveal her problems. One day, at a quiet family dinner, Maya cried that Sara didn't take her calls. And there was no way of knowing how she was managing alone in India without her nani. Then, I suddenly volunteered to join LiveMoney India and by the side, befriend Sara and inform well-being of their daughter. I had been selfish as I liked her from her pictures. She looked like a traditional Indian beauty, though her height and her long legs made her stand out. And the rest was history.

Now, the problem was my lies. I wanted to tell her last night but did not want to ruin the moment. But now, there was no escape. Before she read the letter and find out, I needed to tell her myself and beg for forgiveness.

Finally home, I freshened up and dialled her number. I stood in the balcony clutching the rail in a tight grip, watching over the morning traffic absentmindedly. I looked at the phone, worried; she did not pick up. Maybe she was sleeping as it had been a long night. Already on the edge, I called Kushal, he too didn't pick up. Then, I called Tanya. But to my dismay, she too ignored my calls.

My heart started beating frantically. Something was not right. I sent texts on Sara's phone, hoping for any response. But she was not online since the night before. Damn! I became desperate to such extent, that I called Rishi and asked him to call Tanya and find out if Sara was okay. Possibly, she must have read the letter and knows of my secrets.

When Rishi called me after talking with Tanya, he sensed that she was hiding something. I went into a panic mode, without even changing my track pant and sweaty T-shirt, I took the keys of my car and took off. Something was not right. I needed Sara to be there, to listen to my side of the story. The damage might already be done.

I was going to fight for our love!

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