7. Something like love?
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TIA
I stood there, embarrassed as he walked out of the cabin, leaving me only in my lingerie. Tears brimmed in my eyes at his rejection. But this act, also made my obsession with him more robust. He was indeed a one-woman man. I had always come across men for whom it was difficult to maintain their calm and loyalty towards their women. But Arsal was totally a different person.
My brain urged me to compile more information about him and my heart made me fantasize about how it would feel if I were his woman. I shook my head and wore my clothes.
I looked from the window of the club as he sat in his expensive car and his driver drove away. And being honest, it hurt a little for some unknown reason watching his go away. I sighed to myself. I don't know what it was about him, but there was definitely something different. I felt something like love at first sight. Does something like this really exist? I would not matter anyway, I will probably never see him again.
My legs hurt due to working for so long in the club, and they hurt even more after witnessing the rejection by that Arsal who looked none less than the devil himself. I worked for the rest of the night trying to forget about the devil and the ache in my legs.
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I woke up at one in the afternoon with a killer headache. The headache was the result of my own stupidity. After my shift at the club had ended. I had poured myself wine in an attempt to escape from the world that was my reality now. I wanted to forget that from now onwards, this was going to be my life. Tia Cooper, who was the single daughter of Richard Cooper, had to work night shifts to make a living for herself.
But as they say, destiny is b***h, and we have to always get along with it. My life here is still much better than what my dad was providing me in Nashville. He was bartering me in exchange os some stupid business deal with that old dude Chester. At least I am free to do anything as per my will here.
I am clear about how I have to plan things for myself at this place. I will save some money for myself by working as a waitress at the club, and meanwhile, I will enroll myself in the undergraduate program in order to get myself educated. After a while, maybe after my graduation or so, I will work in the corporate world and earn a good living for myself.
But right now, I needed to have a little more rest and accept my reality. I needed to make it clear to myself that I have to be responsible and take care of myself because no one would do that for me here. I have to take care of my health. I tried to stand up but as my feet stung, I fell onto the bed before I could even stand properly. I lay back down on the bed, hoping to get some more sleep but all I could feel was the intense headache and a numb feeling in my heart.
And, needless to mention, that Arsal guy has still not left my heart and brain.
"Tia?" Meera said as she slowly opened the door and entered the room. We shared the room with two more girls, and all four of us stayed in this room. It had four separate beds for all four of us. I was thankful that neither of these three girls is a b***h. All three of them have become good friends of mine in this short interval of time.
"Why aren't you awake yet?" She asked.
"I am awake, I just had a little bit of headache," I told her truthfully.
"Yeah, it was the first working night because...don't worry, you'll get habitual to it." She said with a warm smile.
"I was going to shop a few things for myself. I thought you might join me, it will help you to get accustomed to this place. And moreover, you had to enquire in the university for your enrollment." Meera suggested as she combed her hair.
"Okay, but I might need a shower," I said in a husky voice.
"Sure! So, how was your meeting with that Arsal?" She asked curiously.
"I had told you, he didn't pay any attention to me, neither did he get affected by me," I said.
"Yeah, that was what you had told to Roy sir. But I am asking more...like...he looked quite a dashing dude." Meera said.
"Yeah, he was. he looked quite...dangerous!" I said as I once again fantasized about him.
"Anyway! We are getting late!" I dismissed Arsal's topic and went straight to the bathroom. I silently wished I had met him in a different world where I was not a waitress and he was actually interested in me. But unfortunately, things are different in our situation.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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