Chapter 7
"Yes, it can't be. But you have underestimated me. And what do you think of the person who has come to my house at this hour of the night to doubt me and further insult me? So, will I spend my whole life with him? What did you even think??" Her face was filled with anger.
"You are giving the name of doubt to my care." He showed great care.
"This is not a caring man? This is insecurity. And that is the reason for not talking to you. The good thing is that you came here today."
"Sit and talk calmly… What happened?" D'Souza was still in shock. She couldn't understand the matter.
"Mom! This is what was meant to happen. And you."
Now she pointed her finger to Sameer.
"Did you get the ring? So, get out of here now." She said rudely and went to her room.
"Sameer's son. She is in anger. Don't feel bad. I will explain to her." D'Souza said shyly.
"No! Aunt! The truth is often spoken in anger. I think I should go now."
He left there by wiping his tears.
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"Rosie? Rosie? What did you do? What did he say that you put the ring in his hand?" She came and sat near her.
"We will not talk about this, mom. Just know that I want such a person for me who trusts me from the core of his heart. My life will end with Sameer's insecurity, mom. And I don't want to live a life of crying like Indian women."
Hearing her words, D'Souza's eyes filled with tears.
"Now please don't start crying. We have come out of that suffocating environment."
"Yes, dear, we have come. But I still do not forget the days when we were at the mercy of those people in India. Thankfully, we got some part of your father's inheritance and we came here." She was once again lost in the past.
She was subjected to daily torture by her in-laws. Although she had a marriage of her choice with Haroon, this marriage could not give her peace even for a single day.
She used to hear every day from her in-laws that she is a Christian and lured their son away from home and married him.
Even though Haroon loved her, he used to interfere with his family. After Rosie's birth, her life became more difficult. Haroon was always taunted when his daughter was born.
When Rosie was ten years old, her father died in an accident. And so, due to the inherited money and the help of D'Souza's relatives, she came to the UK.
She did not leave any lack in Rosie's education and training. He also admitted her to a religious seminary according to her religion.
Although living in the UK was not easy, she worked hard day and night, doing double duty to bring her daughter to the point where she was considered one of the best party planners in the UK.
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Rosie kept talking to D'Souza till late at night. She was lying down after praying in the morning when her mobile phone started ringing again and again.
She was sitting up while sleeping.
"Who can it be at this time? Who can it be this time if there is no event today?"
She hung up the call by pressing the red button on the phone and changed her crotch and slept again.
Only five minutes passed when the phone started ringing again.
She reluctantly answered the phone.
"Yes, who?"
There was no sound from the other side.
"Hello?? Who's there??" She asked again.
From the other side, he could now hear the distinct sound of someone breathing.
"Look, when you want to talk, call. I am not so free to listen to your useless call in the morning." She said angrily.
The call started again.
Now she has switched off her mobile phone.
"There is a limit." She fell asleep with the pillow wrapped in her arms.
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"Even though I am a stranger on this dark road with you, I have no fear that something bad might happen to me. Because I have a lot of confidence in myself. If someone touches me without my permission, I dare to protect myself."
The scene from ten days ago came to her mind once again. She became silent.
Mr Ahan Yousuf giggled as she blinked her eyes at him.
"So, you think that your permission is necessary? You are very ignorant or you are trying to be."
There was another laugh from him.
"Although you are a bad person, I don't think you have a bad character."
Hearing her words, his face turned pale.
Hearing her opinion about himself, he was not able to see her.
At dawn, sleep was in his eyes. But sleep was far from him this morning.
He kept thinking about what she had said until late at night.
These words echoed in his ears for a long time.
"How long does she know about me? "And her opinion about me was really surprising." He was leaning in the rocking chair.
He was brought out of his train of thought when the phone rang. "Yes. Say"
"Sir! You have spoken for the evening. She will go there." On the other hand, the employee reported.
"Now there is no need for it. Khan. And yes, don't tell me about all this after today." His tone was quite stern.
"Sir, I am sorry. I know your mood is bad just because of that incident."
Khan was talking about ten days back.
He stopped talking when Mr Ahan spoke. "I said no need for anyone. Tell me how much money you want. It will be sent to your account."
He said that and hung up the phone.
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As soon as Yousuf Mir heard the news of his son's scandal, he was left holding his head in sorrow.
In this way, they would come to know about his many scandals. But this was the only scandal that was adorned in newspapers and news.
The very next morning, he caught a flight and reached the UK from America. As soon as he took his first step into the bungalow, he felt very uncomfortable.
Servants followed him.
"Where is Ahan?" He said a little louder.
"Sir, maybe he is sleeping now. May I call him?" The cook immediately said.
"No. Let it be. I woke him up." He went up the stairs towards his room.
to be continued....