The fate of her love

CHAPTER 13

Five years... It has been five years since Jessie died. I am still trying to find out who drugged her. Tomorrow will be my nikah, with someone who looked after me for these five years. She cared for me and fell in love with me. I don't love her but at least she is not like Jessie... She will never leave me. Moreover, after how she cared for me, she deserves this. I have already told her that I can't love her but she said that she has no problem with it as long as she gets to live with me.

Speaking of Jessie, I couldn't help but feel that she is still alive. I feel like she never died. I want to marry her in every way, in a big fat Indian wedding way, in Christian way and in Muslim way.

My to be wife is a very kind and gentle woman. She was there through my depression, when Ammi couldn't control me. Then, she tried the other trick. She reminded me that I have to find out the person because of which Jessie committed suicide. It worked. Now, after fulfilling all my duties as a CEO, I devote all my time to finding the person because of whom Jessie is not alive. Now, I am once again here, the orphanage in which we met... the orphanage where she stayed till she was eighteen years old... I figured that it all started from here.

The orphanage people were very stingy. They used to give us food of low quantity as well as quality. When I sometimes remember the food, I find myself fighting the urge to vomit. Yes, it was that bad.

When we were young, it didn't matter because that was the only kind of food we tasted in our lives at that time. But now, I know that it was horrible. Well, it was not the first time I came here after Jessie's death. I came here for at least 100 times. But there were many workers and it is difficult to know who did it. It was very well planned. So, to avoid things like these in the future, I spoke with Ammi and abbu and they suggested that I buy this orphanage and replace all it's staff with gentler and kinder people.

Ammi and abbu… along with my fiancé were a huge support. Abbu once again took the reins of the company but I was still the CEO. He handled the business till I was capable of handling it again.

My fiancé also helped him. They bonded together very well, of course because they have already worked together.

Okay sorry. So, where I was? Yes, I am buying the orphanage. I signed the necessary papers and signed the cheque of the required amount. Apparently, the children have bonded with me well. I occasionally come here and teach them. They have many curious, funny and sometimes witty questions. Their imagination is so unique. They deserve better food and education than what the orphanage is providing them...

Now, the orphanage is legally and officially mine. From now on, there will be no Jessie. No one can drug any child with the food. Well, at least in this orphanage.

I appoint my trusted people as the caretakers of the orphanage. After that, I reach my company and here he comes, the biggest share holder of my company, the man whom I hate the most, Mr. Gaurav Sharma. I look at him through the glass door that separates me and Arzoo. He is once again flirting with her.

Her hijab gives the pure indication that she is not interested for any male attention. But still, he always tries to flirt with her. She is beautiful, but not as beautiful as my Jessie, my wife...

I quickly get up and head towards the door. He quickly straightens himself like he was never flirting with her. I hate this man so much... I sometimes want to kill him. She quickly mouths thank you. I give her a smile and invited him to my cabin.

"So, why are you here?"

"Why? Can't I visit my friend's company?"

I rolled my eyes at him.

"Why the f**k are you here?"

Every time he came here, he tried to insult me in front of my staff. But I dodged every obstacle with the help of using my smart mouth the way Jessie did. She used to show that she was strong but her suicide showed how weak and soft at heart she was.

"What? Still thinking about your wife? Well, I never saw you as the one to be in a polygamous relationship."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing. Congratulations for your wedding."

"Thanks."

"Do I know your fiancé?"

"Yes."

"Who is she?"

"She's ... "