"Hi, wifey". That's what he called me. I never would've imagined for this to happen. I was scared of him, but I didn't let it show.
"I'm not your wife", I announced.
His smile vanished and he glared at me. "You don't have a choice now", he said get...
I never thought I needed to open up my identity again. According to the world, I'm dead for the past 4 years except for my three idiotic friends who helped me to continue my life and make it fake for the world.
Now, I'm known as Amara, the mystery girl who rules a business empire. No one knows how I look except for the most important people in business and my team. But today I thought I'll make my life more complicated by revealing my identity to check how many people still remember me and want me in their life.
I'm going to make a dramatic appearance. I'm going to accept another title I earned "Businesswomen of the year award" and reveal my identity, not my past, just my face. I just hope that my parents still remember me.
My thought cycle was interrupted when my driver said, "Mam we reached the destination, there are a lot of media at the entrance. Do u want me to take you through the back entrance?" I surprised him by saying "Just drive to the main entrance".
Now the world is going to meet the 27 years old woman who was supposed to be dead for 5 years with the facade of a strong personality. My black shiny Volvo attracted the attention of the media. I got out of my car looking like an perfect Indian woman, wearing a dark blue saree with my black hair, braided. Soon my sight was blinded by the flash of cameras. I walked down the red carpet with a fake smile, not answering any of their questions.
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I entered the grand hall alone, just like how I was left behind by these people. All of the people were curious to see me and were searching for my partner, already deciding I'm just here as somebody's date. I made my way and took my assigned seat in the front row. Soon all the people started to gossip. I wished the program would end soon.
I just mute the environment by concentrating on my emails. Soon my name Amara was announced and I walked to the stage to claim the title. The award was beautiful. It was a small glass figure of a woman made of blue glass. I looked at the audience. I am not able to recognize anyone in the crowd. No one is there to feel proud of me. I accepted the award with a smile and headed to the microphone to deliver my vote of thanks. "Thank you everyone for nominating me for this title. This is not possible for me without the support of my team and my supporting partner. Thank you so much. "
On this short note, I left the hall. As soon as I set my foot outside, my path was blocked by the media with their cameras and annoying questions.
"Are you married?"
" what bought your interest specifically in babies traditional clothes?"
"Why did you invest in Tamil Nadu?"
"Are you planning to expand your business further in India?"
" Are you Indian?"
Suddenly four of my bodyguards saved me and securely took me to my car. I was surprised to see Mridula inside. Shit, I'm doomed.
"What the hell are you thinking, idiot. What is the need to reveal your identity after all these efforts to hide it?". I didn't inform anyone that I'm going to reveal my identity, including my three friends, the only people with whom I'm in contact from my past. I was afraid they won't approve of my completing the plan. "Amara I'm asking you" Mridula shouted. "I'll explain everything to you in my place with the others " was all my answer.
The ride on this traffic road of Chennai bought back my memories making me feel weak. My thoughts were hindered by my phone. It was Kiya, my childhood friend. According to her suspicion, I'm Nilani, the girl who disappeared 4 years ago. But the big question is how did she find out my number?
"Hello, Amara here". I think she was hoping for me to introduce myself as Nilani. "Hi. I'm Kiya. I'm a journalist. I would like to have an interview with you ma'am." I'm hearing her voice after four years. She became a very confident woman. "Sorry I don't accept any interviews. "Even though I would love to meet her, if I accept an interview, it would mean I would have to answer her questions which may lead to me revealing my past.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry to annoy you, but could you please accept a coffee with me. I assure you it won't be an official meeting. I'm just a fan of you, please". My best friend is still determined to know whether I'm alive, I felt happy. "How did you get my number?. "It was really hard to speak to her like she was a stranger. "I'm a journalist, so I've got means, ma'am. sorry if I'm irritating you". "It's alright. I'll check my schedule and see whether can we can meet, but you need to make sure no one else gets this number." "Thank you so much, ma'am. I won't pass this number to anyone and will also try to convince my source to do the same." "Thank you."
With that, I hung up the call with a bright smile on my face. Mridula was staring at me as if I have gone mad. I was never happy getting a call from journalists but this is my Kiya. Smiling like an idiot, I informed her it was from Kiya. She knew her, after all, we studied in the same high school. But she was not happy. I saw concern in her eyes.
Getting down from the car she spoke up saying, "If Kiya can find your phone number, then they can find others too easily."I grabbed Mridula and rushed to my suite. I'm such an idiot. I didn't even hide my partner properly before thinking of revealing my identity, should've planned carefully.
I was knocking on the door as if my life depends on it; In fact, my life is inside the suite. How can I make such a mistake in my life after all? The door opened, but it took me a few minutes to compose myself for the scene in front of me.
So many people dressed in suits were inside my suite. I tried my best to bring back my confidence facade and entered my room. "May I know to what pleasure I got this many guests to surprise me?" My voice was demanding and cold. A guy in a grey Armani suit amongst all the other men in black suits stood up with a mischievous smile. He motioned one of the guys to hand over a beautiful red bouquet filled with flowers. He came towards me with confident strides and stood in front of me. "It's a pleasure to meet you, beautiful lady. Congratulations", he said and handed me the bouquet, but I didn't accept it; I just stared at him.
"May I know who is standing in front of me?", I voiced out, and his smile broadens. I noticed that all the other guys watching me had surprised faces. "Sorry I forgot to introduce myself I'm Vijay..." I interrupted him saying"and please explain how you broke into my room". "I do no need to break into the doors. I'm the owner of this hotel."
I motioned Milani to search my room with mere eye contact. She understood it within seconds and left the hall. "Just because you are the owner of this hotel, doesn't mean you can invade the privacy of your guests". I don't want him inside my room. I don't want him to know anything about me. "I'm sorry but now I don't have time for uninvited guests, thank you", I said.
"Are you trying to kick me out of my hotel?" he asked, with his mischievous smile is still plastered on his face. "No sir, I'm implying the fact that I can't spend my time with you." Milani and I tried to get out of the room when two bulky men blocked the door. I motioned her to call my bodyguards and turned towards Vijay. "Now, what can I do for you sir?" my voice laced with sarcasm.
"Accept my bouquet doll", he replied. I went to my room, packed my bags within five minutes, and came out with my bags, snatched the bouquet from his hands, and moved towards the door. But the bulky men didn't move. "Thank you. Anything else sir?" I asked with irritation evident in my voice. "I don't want you to move out of my hotel". I lost my patience. "Now how you got the power to control my schedule" I screamed at him. He looked irritated but tried to suppress it.
"Doll, don't be feisty, I won't disturb you", he said. Then, those bulky giants moved. Mridula stared at me in awe. I just pulled her out of my suite with me. We rushed to the car and I threw the roses in a dustbin and climbed into my car.
I got down on second thought and ask my bodyguards to check for bugs or tracking devices. thank god it was clean. Mridula said my partner is safe and I felt relieved.
