20. A Lonely Being

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I and Melanie were in our room after nightfall. Melanie was ironing some of her clothes while I was folding up mine and putting them back in my small wardrobe.

I was seriously in need of new clothes as all my clothes looked old, even there colors were fading.

I was planning to ask permission for shopping from Matt. Hobsons because Aaron told me that I could go out if Ashar or his father would allow me. I needed to do that because after sometime, I would be out of good clothes.

"What's your plan for the weekend?" Melanie inquired.

"No plans." I replied while putting the pile of my clothes inside the wardrobe.

She stopped ironing and passed me a disbelieving look, "Seriously Sanaya, I've been observing you and you seem so weird. I've never seen you using your phone, or going out of this mansion. Are you a introvert or what?"

I hated lying to her when she was so nice to me.

I sat on my bed, "I don't have many friends and few of them already left for college to different cities, so I don't talk to them much."

She turned off the iron, dragged a wooden chair and sat in front of me.

Her grey eyes were sparkling in the dim light of the room, "I can totally feel you. I've lost almost all of my high school friends for the same reason and believe me, I miss them so much."

The best feature of Melanie was her smile. Her smile was literally contagious because it was cheery. She was definitely an attractive woman with her thick red curls cascading down her shoulders, small lips and average height.

Most of the time she piled up her hair on the top of her head, but at the night time, she let them fall on her back.

"That's how life moves on." I said.

"But, you should not waste your youth in just earning money. You need to have a life. Money is important, but it shouldn't be the only important thing in your life." She advised me like a elder sister.

"Yes, Miss Melanie, I'll remember that." I responded sarcastically.

"Let's hang out with me this weekend." She suggested.

I immediately shook my head, "No, I can't."


"Today, you're asking so many questions." I hissed.

"I'm sorry for being nosy. I just wanted to hang out with you." Her small lips curved downward.

I want that too.

I abstained myself from replying her and chose to remain silent.

"I know there're things you're hiding, but I won't force you to tell me, but remember that you can consider me one of your good friends."

She gave me her contagious smile before walking out of the door.

I had no good friends at all. The people who were my close friends had already moved on with their life and here, I was stuck between these billionaires for God knows how long. If my divorce would not take place soon then with time, it would become difficult to hide the truth from the world.

I was in need of some good company with whom I could share my concerns and fears and in return that person would console me and ask me to stay strong. I was dealing with everything all alone.  

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