I always worked harder than everybody else to be the top student all throughout school until it was time for university, and even then I had worked enough part time and full time jobs to earn small fortune so my family could start out own business and get the hell out of the slum we were living in. I did spoil myself here and there enough for people around me to finally change their perspectives on me but I didn't dare to make any big transactions until I changed my family's fate which I was determined to do, by hook or by crook. It was true that I was young and dumb at one point…my money scheming had gotten out of control by then…I may have or less scammed some wrong people…fallen into a few debts here or there…in the end I saw the world of the rich worked. No one got away with it making clean money…and before I knew it I had fallen into selling drugs to people of all kinds just to pay back my debts…and then to move us out into a nicer home…quite honestly I a lot of things happened that I wasn't expecting.
The first hurdle I came across was that my father wanted to sell clothes out of all things as my mother used to be somewhat of an expert on it before she married him…but of course my father was completely clueless and nothing like my uncle at all. As if it wasn't enough that I barely had a social life or nice things yet, I was studying my ass off, working AND helping my parents set up a cloth business which meant I had to drag my lowly parents up from the work they have been barely living in, change their mindsets which took a lot of time let me tell you and teach them the basics of the business and what responsibilities they should be taking on. I had to drag them here and there all day as we scouted building locations, workers, materials, so on and so forth.
The second hurdle I came across was the fact that I had recently come across another young woman who more or less came with the drugs I was supplying and selling who I had begun dealing with in business who seemed to take a fancy to me. In fact, that was an understatement. She was downright obsessed with me to the point where she followed me everywhere. She was hard to shake off at first but she was rich. Very rich. And she had the kind of lifestyle that I knew my Sara had; designer labels, parties, socialite friends, so on and so forth. And if this was the lifestyle I had to provide for her, then I should get a taste of it myself right? I had to know what she wanted in order to give it to her right? Shabnam was actually the daughter of the person I was dealing the drugs for, I had been in the business for a few months, so what harm could it possibly bring to…experiment? Even if it meant pretending to reciprocate the feelings this crazy girl had for me who was no less a drug addict herself.
The third hurdle was that I became addicted. Too addicted to the lifestyle that I was still preparing to give her…so things got bad. I might have experimented with drugs myself…upset the wrong people…made a few false promises to a few other women who only wanted me for the things I worked for 20 years to give to Sara…not to mention things may have ended badly between Shabnam and mysef…I won't get into it deeply yet but let's just say that I had to relocate now that I was on my own…and where better than stay as close to Sara's family where knew my aunt would be alone. A few resources that I had were able to tell me that my uncle was oversees, carrying out some work abroad, and thank goodness my family business took off so I was able to move my family from the slums of Pakistan to Saudi Arabia of all places so they were out of harms way. But I had to stay in Pakistan to continue my studies as I was only a few years younger than Sara. But I couldn't impose myself straight away, so I decided to handle my own accommodation close enough to them so we could continue to cross paths, and they would have no choice but to host me time from time…and I could finally meet Sara after all these years.