Arranged Marriage to Mr.Billionaire(An Indian love triangle!)

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my leather jacket?

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my pink floral dress?

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gifts for my family.

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there was hardly anything i had forgotten to pack.for the umpteenth time now i glanced around my room.i myself didnt know when i would return but clearly now is not the time to think all this.my flight was due in less than 2 hours,so I hurried up.my neighbour,my friend jamaica helped me haul a taxi and overload it.i was leaving canada!just before i could check in,my phone buzzed.it was a message from my dad.it read,"inform me when you arrive!"sure i w=ould!that was maybe the 1st msg my dad sent me in years...

i am asmaara. i am a to-be doctor,to be precise.i lack a mom and literally lack adad too.being a politician,my dad loves to use it in personal life as well so simply our opinions crash!lately my dad has occupied the seat of  the chief minister of a place and his fears have become way worse.he kind Of developed a lot of enemies for the sake of the post so he now fears tha=t his enemies might harm his family(apparently me!).so he persuaded me to come and live to india and live with the maheshwaris,our family friend.he wont be around me all the time so he thought it better for me to live with them.watever.so boarded the only direct flight from canada to india and after a couple of hours reached my nativeland.as i cheked out i found a driver standing across those custom gates with a sign that read,"asmaara singhaniya",yea my name!i quickly went over to him showed him my canadian id and all(silly me.i know!)and climbed into the cab.it was after like 9-10 years,i was visiting india.it made me nostalgic.everything seemed so b'ful so lovely,my heart was filled with happiness.my dad had sent me to canada when i was in my 7th grade,after my mom...so practically i had forgotten about india over these years.i arrived a big white mansion.the board outside

 read,"the maheshwari villa".i knew where exactly i was!the family welcomed me so well!i had half expected anythng of the kind.i am expecting my dad to come at 7 in the evening to meet me,till then i thnk crashing in my bed is not a bad option.they had alloted me a very pinky and a very girly room.it was lovely but the jet lag was something that bound me to fall asleep.it was around 2am that i woke up.man!i slept for like 12hours.shoot!dad must have returned.i heard a groan,ouch it was my stomach.i am not accustomed to skip meals.holding my stomach in my hands,i raced towards what i thought to be the kitchen.all lights were out.argh!i am very scared of ghosts and that darkness just adds some finishing touch to my fear.i went slowly towards the fridge,glancing an eye of fear,every now and then at my surroundings.the light of the fridge bought me some relief.i found a glass of milk and some breads in a packet.great!i am done here.i closed the fridge.it became more difficult for me to see things now.slowly i pouRed milk into the glass,toasted the bread all in the silence of the night.

you must be wondering why i didn't switch on the light,for i didnt wanted to disturb the public on the very first day but i guess god had different plans.as i picked up my glass to have a sip.my back was facing the fridge,i saw the yellow light illuminate the wall in front of me and from what i saw i believed it was a monster opening the gate of the fridge.i blinked my eyes but the "thing" with its large paws and a huge face was probably food hunting.i realized it was real.the fear was way too much to handle,the glass dropped from my hand onto the floor shattering into pieces as 

i shouted,"hellllllppp...... . .."

the monster started screaming too,"monnnnsterrrr.."

huh?he was calling me "monster"?before i could understand anything further,

i fell unconscious...