After leaving Sana's room and making my way downstairs, I couldn't shake off the feeling of confusion and hurt. I found myself thinking about what I might have done to make her hate me so much.
I have always made an effort to be considerate and mindful of her feelings. It's annoying to think that the hurtful words came from her, when I have always been the one offering kindness and understanding.
The structure of our relationship has always felt fragile, like I'm constantly walking on eggshells around Sana. This recent conversation has left me feeling unsure and questioning where things may have gone wrong.
Things weren't always like this when mama was still alive. We shared a unique bond.
We were inseparable. Often dressing in matching outfits, styling our hair in similar ways and engaging in activities together.
Our childhood was filled with experiences and laughter. Now memories I hold dear.
However, after mama died, everything changed. Sana, who was my best friend, began to distance and withdraw herself emotionally and physically.
Papa, consumed by the weight of his grief, buried himself with the affairs of the company. He spends all his time in his company, and when he's home, he spends his time locked up in his office. Leaving me craving for the closeness we once shared.
The absence of mama's light and guiding presence has left a void in our family.
Babushka is the only one who truly cares for me at the moment, providing unwavering love and support.
But despite that, there are moments where I yearn for love and companionship from someone else.
I've never been in a romantic relationship before. Papa made sure of that. No boys can approach me or Sana because we are always accompanied with bodyguards everywhere we go.
If a guy manages to gather courage and come close to us, our bodyguards scare them away.
And we can't sneak out of a heavily guarded mansion without being caught.
I often feel a sense of loneliness as I don't have any friends. Sana seems to have a small circle of friends, since she's the bold and confident one.
Papa occasionally permits Sana to go out, deeming her mature enough for such interactions.
Mind you, I'm twenty years old!!!! And I'm still not old enough for him to give me freedom like Sana.
And you know what's more annoying? It's the fact that Sana is just two years older than me!!!!!!!
Two years older than me is not that old, but papa just loves being dramatic.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn't know when I got to the end of the stairs, until I absentmindedly collided with a wall, causing me to hit my head on the wall.
"Ouch! " F*** That hurts.
As I turned to walk away, I noticed the wall shifting. Excuse me?!! Why was a seemingly solid wall moving?!!!
I look up and surprise surprise, it's not a damn wall!!!!!
It's a person!!!!!
How can a person be that hard and also so tall. Like I just bruised my head so painfully just by hitting his back!!
Looking up, I met a pair of cold, piercing brown eyes that seemed to bore into my very soul, leaving me feeling small in his imposing presence.
The realization that this towering individual was not just any person, but someone with an aura so powerful, sent shivers down my spine.
The intensity of his gaze held me captive asif daring me to challenge him. In that moment I could help but wonder but secrets lay within those cold, brown eyes.
Oh sh** I've been staring too long.
"Oh my God, I'm so so sorry sir. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. Please don't get mad sir". I just went on blabbing. But when I didn't get a response I stopped.
Does this man speak?
I had to strain my neck to get a really good look at his face. Mind you, I'm not really a short person, but this man makes me feel so small.
I look at his face and damn he is handsome!
Jet black hair, razor sharp jaw, cheekbones that cut through diamonds and brown, cold and calculating eyes.
He's like the models you see in magazines and wonder if human beings like that really exist. He's beautiful.
"Ahem" I tried to make the situation less awkward.
"I'm so sorry for running into you. I'll be on my way now" I turn to leave before I start inhaling his rich, alluring cologne and start acting like a weirdo.
Yes, he smells really good.
"Pay attention to where you are going, don't be so careless" I heard a deep, cold voice say.
So this man does speak.
I turned to face him but he was already gone. What a strange, beautiful man.
I should head to the main room, I've wasted too much time. I'm sure our guests will be here by now.
As I made my way to the main room I decided to stop by the kitchen to check on babushka.
The kitchen was no longer buzzing with servants. They must be done.
As I neared the kitchen, I heard babushka humming a familiar tune mama used to sing to me every night.
"Solnyshko, are you just coming down? I thought you would be in the main room by now" Babushka greeted me with a warm smile as soon as she caught sight of me.
"I know babushka, something just delayed me on the way" I responded, not wanting to tell her about my encounter with the strange, beautiful man.
The memory of his piercing gaze and captivating presence lingered in my mind, but I pushed it aside, just wanting to focus on the comforting familiarity of babushka's kitchen.
"How's your sister? Is she ready? " Babushka inquired, her eyes filled with concern.
"No babushka, she's acting really strange. But I understand her. She's getting married off to a person she has never met before. I would react the same way" I confided, not wanting to reveal the details of our conversation.
"It's natural to feel that way. I was just like that too, you know?" Babushka shared a hint of nostalgia in her voice.
"Really Babushka?" I asked, intrigued by her revelation.
"Of course, when my papa suddenly informed me that I was to get married to someone I have never met before, I was devastated. But guess what? The marriage turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
I grew to love your grandpapa so deeply, an outsider would think I married him out of pure love. So I pray Sana marriage will also give her joy and peace"
Me too, I really hope she finds happiness. Even though she acts like a bi*** She's still my sister.
"Come now, let's head to the main room. I'm done here" Babushka said, as she led me out of the kitchen with a warm smile.
"Your papa should be back by now" "Yah I'm sure he's already in the main room".
I miss my papa, he hasn't come home in a while. So this meeting will be an opportunity for me to see him.
As we made our way to the main room, we suddenly stopped as a figure came out of a room.
"Papa! " I called out as I ran to him. "Hello little sun" papa said as he hugged me back.
"I've missed you so much, it feels like ages since you were last home" I whisper softly, my voice filled with longing and relief, as I wrapped my hands tightly around him.
"I know sunshine, things have just been really busy at the company, I promise to make an effort to prioritize coming home more often" he reassured me, but I knew he wouldn't keep to his words. Nonetheless, the reassurance brought a sense of warmth to my heart.
"You should create more time for your girls, Nikolai," Babushka chimed in. "They won't be here forever. One is already leaving".
"I know mama, I'll create a little space in my schedule and spend time with Sana before she leaves" papa responded.
"Good, you should do that. Now let's not keep our guests waiting any longer. Let's make our way to the main room" Babushka declared.
As we entered the main room that was already bustling with people, I swiftly made my way to the far end of the table.
A sensational feeling of being watched washed over me. I scanned the room, looking for the source.
And there he was.
The strange beautiful man from earlier, watching me with such intensity, you would think I killed the man's damn cat.
His unwavering stare stirred within me a mixture of unease and curiosity.
And those beautiful brown eyes, I'm sure they hold s
ecrets and mysteries, waiting to be unraveled.
Who the hell was the man? And why does his presence evoke such a feeling within me?