Liara at the age of 24, the CEO of a multinational company 'SAMS International' had to endure and learn things ever since she was young. Irrespective of the circumstances, she soared higher than anyone could even think of at this age.
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Waking up with pain tingling in my veins became a habit for me. Slowly opening my eyes, I shifted unhurriedly, as my veins felt like they didn't exist. The injury felt as if it reopened and tears built in my eyes as I felt the intense pain.
"Ugh," I blew air as I slowly lifted myself, but felt something pulling me back. Half opening my eyes, I tried to study my surroundings and saw a figure that I had no clue why was in my room.
Zearo had his head resting on the side of my bed and holding my hand so firmly that I couldn't even move it. He looked so peaceful while sleeping. His hair was messy and had his body half rested on the bed while he slept sitting on the chair by holding my hand.
I tried recalling what happened yesterday, but everything was blurry. Knowing that Zearo was in my room, I focused on the work and stayed in the study until I fell asleep. I didn't know how I got to my room and what he was doing there.
"Oh, you are up, princess?" I heard Dima's faint voice behind the door. I was about to shout that I was awake but held back my tongue when I saw peaceful Zearo sleeping. "Dima, please come in," I said as if it would be audible to her and Zearo wouldn't be disturbed. Slowly retracing my hands from his firm hold, I sat back, wincing at the sudden bolt of pain.
"Oh, my poor son. He was awake the entire night." Dima said, placing her hands on her chest as she took Zearo's position.
"Why?" I asked as I got down off my bed slowly toward Dima.
"You had your nightmare yesterday." She said, and I stopped. It couldn't be. No! Swiftly, I walked towards the calendar and saw a red mark on the date. "It's today," I whispered. My lips trembled as I realized that it was the day I was abandoned.
"Yes, you've been recovering, so it surprised me how you had that nightmare. This time it was worse." Dima said as she engulfed me in a bear hug from behind. I held back tears that formed in my eyes, determined to stop getting affected so much.
"I'm good, Dima," I said, assuring her, but my voice betrayed me.
"That I'm not sure after what happened yesterday." She answered.
"When are we going to the orphanage?" I asked, breaking the hug and turning towards her with a smile on my face. This day couldn't be harder than it was in the beginning, could it be? I thought in my mind.
"Just freshen up and we shall leave. I've made the arrangements." Dima said, caressing my cheeks. The warmth that her body excluded was more comfortable than mere words.
''I will be there in a few minutes," I said and smiled at her. She smiled back and once again looked at him and whispered to us, "This man loves you more than he could himself realize. Just let him shoulder some of your troubles."
I was stunned by what Dima said with so much confidence. An act, she felt it too real. Mere acting in a relationship cannot be a real one. I thought in my mind, but just smiled at her and watched her retreating figure out of my room.
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Exhaling a deep breath, I said, "you can come back to being normal. She's gone." I said, turning towards Zearo and raising my eyebrows at how immature was his acting.
"Was it that obvious? People say I'm good at maintaining a poker face." He said, stretching his hands and legs as if he just won a lottery or something.
"Shall I point out the flaws?" I asked as he slowly made his way to my bed, and I saw him inhaling it. What the hell!
"Nevermind." He whispered and covered his face with another pillow.
"Your lips twitch and your eyelids shake as if blinking, your eyebrows wrinkle and.."
"Oh, stop it, will you?" He spoke through the pillows, hiding his face.
"I have more. If you want to know, I will gladly give you the details." I suggested, but he covered himself with the duvet.
I internally screamed, "that's my bed you asshole." But I couldn't say anything after Dima said that he sat the whole night for me.
Clenching my hands, I walked silently to the washroom as I had to get ready for the orphanage. My body had goosebumps reminding me how horrible this day was for me five years back.
"Be strong, Liara. Today you have to stay strong." I whispered to myself as I saw myself in the mirror in front of me. Taking in how my face looked, I shook my head. "This won't do. You have to look good." I said, grazing my hands on my cheeks, caressing them.
"Let's get ready," I said to myself and took my time getting ready for the day. Of course, it was a horrible day for me. Of course, I screamed internally for the pain I felt that day. But I promised my mom and grandma to always look good and be happy.
One thing that I learned from the two of them was that whatever internally ate you up or whatever storm was brewing inside you, you have to look good and treat yourself properly so that people around you would not know what you are going through not sympathize with you.
It's like showing your weakness to the world. My grandma used to say always.
"There you go!" I said after wearing a nice satin black shirt and white trousers. A simple pearl chain around my neck paired with a beautiful small pearl earring. I chose a black wedge to go with the outfit and my favorite custom-made lavender perfume. Dusting my face with a little powder and sunscreen was all I could do.
Thought of leaving my hair open but I knew I couldn't manage. So I tied it up into a ponytail and was good to go. Slowly making my way towards my room, I expected Zearo to be fast asleep. Instead, my eyes fell on a well-dressed Zearo who just entered my room.
"Woah!" He said and kept staring at me from head to toe. I felt a tingling sensation wherever his eyes landed and I cleared my throat.
"What got you so charged up early in the morning?" I blurted out without giving a second thought.
"Dima said we were going to the orphanage." He said as a matter of fact. No, he will not come with us.
''And before you say anything, Dima gave me these clothes and asked me to get ready, as we all will go together." He informed me by raising a finger at me before I could say anything.
"Whatever," I said, waving him off. I walked towards the door where he stood as it was glued to his legs.
"Will you move aside? I have to go." I said through gritted teeth, as he looked at me with furrowed eyebrows.
"Something is missing." He said suddenly, without moving an inch.
"What?" I asked, getting irritated with the unreasonable conversation.
