Samara comes closer to me, now studying my face. Her eyes are wandering all over my facial features.
I contort my face in confusion at her weird stares, "Umm, hey--"
"Listen, can you wear my wedding dress and be a bride at my place?" She questions.
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Don't forget to comment and vote. And don't worry, I've decided to write one chapter from Ashar's POV. It will be there soon.
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(In this picture, it seems like she is waving her last good bye to the world.)
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Reluctantly, I opened his car's front door and sat on my side while cussing some swear words to Abigail and Eleanor. It was because of them I had to listen to Ashar one more time. My damn pride was crushed under his feet!
Ashar started the car after giving me a quick glance.
"You smell of coke. Did you pour the drink on your dress instead in a glass?" He mocked, looking at me through the corners of his eyes.
I shot him a glare, trying to hide my embarrassment, "Drive faster. Your presence is suffocating me." And that rotten smell that was coming from me.
His car seat would also get sticky because of my clothes. Ugh. I wanted to burst into anger right now at him and tell him that this was because of him, those nutcases were pestering me because of him. But, I abstained myself. I had lost my right to complain to him for anything. When he didn't want to have any connection with me, then I won't tell him my concerns. I could, I would handle my problems by myself.
"Okay, just answer my one last question." He glimpsed at me.
Instead of replying him, I leaned back my head on the car seat and closed my eyes.
"Do you've some sort of obsession with ruining clothes through liquids? I remember you tried to burn my skin through coffee, now I'm seeing you all wet as if you've poured down a gallon of coke on yourself."
My jaws clenched. I didn't open my eyes and stayed in the same position. I was starving. My stomach was making light growling sounds. The rush of strong stress and anxiety was overlapping it. Negative thoughts corrupted my mind.
"Sanaya..." He called my name in a soft tone. I could feel the tension inside the car. I slowly opened my eyes, but didn't look at him, "I want to say something to you."
I felt his quick glance on me, "Actually, I want to apologize from Samara's behalf. She, she shouldn't have done that. She cross-"
"Don't bother." I didn't let him finish, "It doesn't matter." I could feel my heart became quite as if it had stopped beating or stopped feeling any emotion. The darkness of my own fate encircled me.
The realization that I was playing a villainy role in their love story forced me to now step aside and let them have their happy ending. I won't be an obstacle in their path. Hobsons wanted heir, but not me. They were bearing me only because I was carrying their blood. They would never accept me. I didn't meet their standards. I couldn't live this kind of contemptuous life anymore. I couldn't be around those people who were just bearing me or taking me as a burden.
