I asked one of the housekeepers in the house about my sister and Adaah and got the shock of my life.

I immediately called Adaah's security to confirm about her safety. Slumped on the living room sofa, my head throbbed intolerably. I rested my elbows over my knees with my head held in between my hands. After a few minutes I hear the sound of the front door opening. I raise my head out of my tiring hands and look at the person walking in front of me. Adaah's steps were unsteady. Richard, one of her securities is holding her firmly around her waist helping her to walk. My eyes couldn't hold the scene in front of me. I fell completely blank staring at her. A black coat covered her bust area and the dress was incredibly small giving me a feeling of distaste. "Hi" she says looking to me and giggles "you look three" and her eyes droop making her unconscious. I pull her out of Robert's hands and secure her within my arms. "Where is Rhea?" was all I could speak questioning Robert. "Mr Anand is taking care of her" was his simple answer. Here was another point screaming for my attention. I thought. But for the present I had no more energy to argue and reprimand answers from Robert.

Carrying Adaah in my arms my mind and body became numb looking down at her drunken state. I had no words to speak. I silently carried her to the bedroom and unzipped her deplorable dress to change her to a comfortable night wear. She mumbled some meaningless words feeling drowsy. "Sleep" was all I could say to her looking down at her decrying physical state.

Laying besides, I keep a watch on her for the whole night. In the wee hours of next day morning she gets up all of a sudden and rushes to the washroom puking her guts out into the toilet. I rush behind her holding her hair back and helping her in the process. After she finishes her job she cleans her mouth and looks beside at me completely startled. Her face turned tomato red in delinquency for all the unexplainable exercise she hosted. "Sleep for the present but for tomorrow," I halt for a second assessing her. "You are going to speak about everything immediately after you get up." I summon her.

"Oh God, I am completely booked." I hear her mumble in her breathe.
Chapter 22

Adaah

Letting out the sleep, I rub my eyes adjusting to the rays of sunlight peeping out of the window curtain. After I am completely awake, the first thing that I experience is the uncontrollable twinge in my head like it had been hammered under a road roller for days together.

The house keeper enters the room glancing at me with a smile and rested a pill and some lemon water on the side table. She then addresses me politely "madam, sir told you to take this pill with lime water immediately to ease the headache. He also told me to inform you to meet him at the living hall once you are dressed up." My heart starts beating erratically after her little piece of information and my aching head is not making the situation any better. Oh God, please help. Otherwise I am in for a lot of trouble.

I go to the bathroom to do my business. While I brush my teeth I look at my reflection in the mirror. My hair looked like a bird's nest and my face was completely red probably because of my irreparable pensive state. Wait I am not in my clothes from yesterday. Who changed my clothes? Did something happen yesterday? What will I answer Ajit once he questions me about my dress? My legs begin to shiver with all the unwelcoming thoughts.

Completely occupied indulged by various scenarios which could hold me culpable for my witless deed from yesterday, I get down the stairs in a stupor. Welcomed by a divine sandalwood scent which brings me out of my reverie I raise my head and look at the Adonis sitting in front of me.

He was putting on a crisp white dress shirt which was folded through the sleeves just below the elbow. His matching black pants were complimenting his aristocratic attire. One of his legs was folded and its ankle rested on the knee of the other. The thick black hair was perfectly trimmed and the shadows were prowess shaven giving him a patrician look for which any girl would swoon in her life. I trembled on my legs getting dumped in his august exterior. His erect posture, well defined abs screamed power and generated an aura of consternation which brought sweatiness in my body. He is slim and tall with every part of his body in perfect shape like a 'God of Seduction'. I observe him further with my admiring eyes. A grey sweater was hanging loosely on his back. Its sleeves were draping over his shapely shoulders tied to a knot just below his neck. One of his hands was resting on the sofa and the other was holding the newspaper which he was reading.

I clear my throat trying hard to get noticed by him when his surveillance shifts from the news paper to me. I trepid under his gaze, his eyes.... so sharp like the eyes of a tiger set to hunt its prey. The dangerous thought brought me to a threshold of almost losing my balance as I shift on my legs to confirm my stability. He examines me head to toe without a word and then speaks in a commanding voice which brought a thud in my heart. "Didn't I tell you to dress appropriately and come down?" I fidget with my fingers "but" my voice was almost inaudible. Yet I knew he could hear it as he held up his finger. He
was suggesting me to hear him first. Yet...