"But, where would we go and how can we make it?"
She placed her hands on my face, "Sweetheart, don't you worry. I have been planning this all my life. It's all in the lead" she gestures to herself.I laughed "okay. Impress me".
"we are 18, basically an adult. By chance if they found us. Which they never would, they can't bring us back forcefully". she was right.
"where are we going by the way?" I ask her.
She drums with her fingers dramatically "we are going to____________"
"WHAT?....... ARE YOU INSANE?" I retorted. She answered me calmly "nop".I shakes my head "Just because I said okay doesn't mean I'm okay to impossible-"
She tried to interrupt but I overtook her "I'm not done yet". I says to her "do you even know where you are living? In India!! Do you know the place you choose to runaway is miles and miles away" I gradually began to realize why she chose that place, she nodded, seeing how I got her.
She says "You see there is no way they gonna find us"
I stood up and started pacing, "things will turn a lot worse your 'plan' didn't work out.
I don't need to hear her plan, she is the mastermind so course I trust her.
"Nalo baby, don't be such a pessimistic. Believe me we will be fine and for once in our life, we can be happy too . We can make our dreams come true. You wanted to be a doctor. Do you think by staying in this rat trap you could achieve it. Just imagine how they would react if I told them I wanted to be a model? They would never approve. If we leave then we can have better a future. We can even find guys to date, we can love and beloved" she says thoughtfully.
That night I couldn't sleep. The next day after breakfast we started planning. We searched for the best collages, place to stay and rest of the important stuffs. The best thing about being members of rich family is that, you have money in abundance. We already have stashed up some cash from the card, we would be needing some money till we can get a job and also admission fee should be paid now to get a place in the collage.Few days passed without much event which means it's gonna get complicated soon.
One day, I was in the kitchen having cake. There was only a chocolate cake and I wasn't a big fan of chocolate. I took a piece anyway. I was about to eat when I heard grandma taking to someone. I sat on the kitchen rack and watched her, the cake forgotten in my hand. She was giving orders to maid, when her glance reaches on me.
She says "don't eat too much pastries, you will morph into an elephant".
That encouraged me, I finished the piece in just two bites my mouth full. Then took another piece and started eating that too, looking at grandma. She was glaring at me. I have openly just disobeyed her for which I should be beheaded. When I took the third piece, even though I was starting to feel nauseous.
Grandma bellowed "MAIDS".
They all came running in to kitchen. She says without taking her eyes from me "From now on, no more pastries in the house". All the maids looked at me.
It was low blow, everyone know about my obsession to pastries. I felt like she had shot an arrow straight into my heart. I wouldn't have minded if she banded me from eating dinner but pastries? I tried to make my face expressionless with great effort.She looks at the maids, "haven't you heard me?" she rored.
They answers in unison "yes madam', after giving me her ugly sneer she strode out of kitchen.We started packing our bags after 4 weeks of planning . We were in Clara's room. I was helping her Pack her stuff when someone knocked on the door. Hastily we shoved the trolley inside her wardrobe. I opened the door. It was one of the maid, she said "visitor"' and left. Another crazy tradition when a guest comes to socialize all the host should be present. I looked at Clara. She rolled her eyes and both of us went to the backyard.
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