TEARS IN THE RAIN

Chapter 1

Dduk..dduk...dduk * knocks on the door*

" Who is the shit knocking the door like hell? Piss off," he shouts in an arrogant way because sleep wasn't letting him get away from it. It had hugged him like it was the closest thing to him and today, suddenly after such a long time, he had dreamt about her.

It has been so many years that he hadn't seen her and he had made clear to the world that he had moved on in his life a long time ago but still today, whenever he dreams about her it gives him such an amazing feeling that he doesn't want to wake up from his dreams.

Shit!!!

These annoying knocks had already made him wake up from the bed. He quickly goes to the washroom, washes his face, and then, wears his sweatpants and walks down to the dining hall.

" Was it you who knocked my door?" He scolds butler Jackson.

" Yes, young master. It was already the time for your work out and I knocked to drop by some of your stuff. It was already too late for your work out and you never slept so long, so I thought you must be awake," he says in a soft tone, a pinch of fear clearly exhibits in his voice.

Hand brushing his fluffy hair with his fingers, he twists another wrist and looks at his watch as his beautiful waves of his hair fall in front of his forehead.

"Shit!" he swears.

It was true. It was his mistake.

" Where's my bag pack? Hand it over to me," he says.

His butler hands him his bag pack. He takes it away and swings the keys of his Lamborghini, gets inside his car, throws the bag pack to the passenger seat, and starts its engine to the gym.

It's already been more than 7 years that he hadn't seen her and after seven years, he wondered why she suddenly knocked at the doors of his mind. And her knocks were already disturbing his perfect schedule.

He stops his car in front of the gym and then, he grabs his bag pack and walks in for his work out.

To be honest, working out is the loveliest moment in his whole day. He gets to meet all his college mates there. They work out and hang out together and talk lots of stuff, especially girls and their curves and their seductiveness, and yeah, how they can get them to bed.

His dramatic silly and perverted friends had even finished dating all the girls visiting and training in the gym.

" Look, look, look...look at that .... Oh! my goodness!!! Look at her boobs and her hips. She must have really worked out hard on the gym. Just look at her abs and the muscle in her arms and all her sweat makes her look extra..., sexy," his silly friend Harry spouted.

" And, maybe on the bed too," he rounds up and balls the towel and then throws it at Harry.

" Seems like you are more of an expert Asher" Harry says when he was on his way to shower and Asher just waves his hands back to him, taking off his upper clothes, he walks to take the shower.

Turning on the tap, he lets every drop of water touch his masculine body, he lets it wet him in his every core of body. Collecting his hair that reaches his forehead, proudly backward he places both of his hands on the wall and drifts himself on some old memories till he senses some stimuli in his body.

A tender, beautiful and soft hands painted on red colored enamel, runs on his tightly packed abs making their tickling way towards his chest, hugging him tightly from behind.

" This is a male section, Jessy. How dare you come here?" He speaks without even seeing her face.

"I can come wherever you go and wherever you are Ash," she says as she kisses his back but gently throws her hands away and turns towards her, and then, his eyes show as if he is in lust.

She winks her eyes and smiles with the expectations from him, as she bits and licks her own bottom lips.

"You want me, huh...," he says twitching his lips on one side.

She nods her head unaware of what was coming to her. He stretches his hands to reach her wet hairs which were drenched being together with him on shower. He gently strokes her hair and reaches out his fingers on her white, wet neck and approaches as if he was going to kiss her roughly and roughly, today.

Bringing his face just an inch apart from hers, on which she closes her eyes, submitting herself to him, he smiles coyly and pulls her hair from behind and says," Get out of your wild and unrequited dreams Jessy. It's never going to be true."

Grabbing the towel, he unfolds it and wraps himself with it around him and walks to the changing room. He dresses himself back and then, check out the locker and hangs the locket with the book as the pendant on his neck.

" Ohh..., So that's it. You have to explain to me Ash. Is it because that you work on publication house that the pendant is book or is it because you still remember her that you are still having this shitty book as your pendant?" she roars.

Hearing the words 'she' and 'her' coming out from her lips, literally made him a bit mad and he shuts his locker with a loud sound.

He tries to walk away without answering her questions, leaving her just like that but she holds him from behind and pleads," It's been so many years already Ash. She is never coming back to you. Just give up on her. Don't you see me standing here, everyday yearning for you, yearning for your love."

Loosening her grip on him, he says," You're wrong Jessy. I had never waited for her and I would never wait for her and for your feelings, I had made it clear that we are just in the relationships with benefits. You get the money that you need, and I get the fake relationship due to which I am not forced to get married by my family." He lies.

He walks away from her leaving her desires aroused yet, not satisfied. She kicks the door as hard as she could.

" Bitch! even after these all years she is still able to roam and control his mind even without her presence and me being with him, I still couldn't catch his attention," she growls in anger.

Grabbing his stuff and walking towards his friends to bid farewell.

" Hey! Jess was just searching for you," Marco informs him. He ignores his statement and tightens his Nike's lace.

"Oh...," their reactions change when they view Jessy coming out of the male changing room and wet.

"You are really something. You started since the early morning. You practically had double workout, Ash," his friends teases him.

He knits his brows in a single line as he stares into Marco's eyes in an intimidating way. Marco places his palms over his mouth and gestures he won't add other words in them.

Giving him a death glare, he walks out of there and picks up the towel and walking up to Jessy throws the towel to her," Dry yourself."

He walks towards his car to the parking lot.

As he is ready to start the engine, he gets a call from his assistant. They are going to recruit some of the new staff today. His mood was already pissed off and in an irritated tone, he picks up the call.

" Can't you call the HRM department? What are they for? Do I need to attend those lousy interviews too?" he yells as he throws his phone on the seat beside him. Turning up the music on, loud and noisily, he starts his engine.

He gets into his room and as soon as he gets inside, he sprawls on his bed closing his eyes. Turning his head slowly towards the left part of his bed, he opens his eyes and scrutinizes the picture frame with his college picture, proudly standing beside his bed on his table.

"Where are you, Sarah?" a painful moan escapes out of his mouth. He gets lost in thoughts when he sees the mini-Sarah lost among the numbers of students in the picture.

After a while he gets dressed up in a perfect suit, tightens his wristwatch, applies the gel in his hair directing then perfectly sideways, wears some sunblock and then, walks down to the dining hall.

His mom gets up from her chair and comes closer to him and holds his arms and makes him sit down on the chair.

" Oh! My son. Have a seat and eat a proper meal. You always run without having breakfast. You will get skinnier soon," she starts with her nagging.

" Mom, I am not a kid now. You don't need to do this?" he says as he stops the spoonful of food that she was scooping on his mouth.

" So, you know you aren't a kid anymore. Better. Now, as you know that you aren't a kid anymore, how about thinking about marriage? You see I have pics of some girls here. They belong to a good family and, they have good character," she says and starts to fantasize about his wedding.

" Mom, stop it I don't want to get married. I introduced my girlfriend to you last time, but you hated her. You don't like the girls that I like mom," he says piercing his fork in an omelet.

" How dare you bring such a girl home? Her love for the interior design of your house was more than the love for you, son. Just see these women for now," she insists.

" Fine, you won't leave me until I see them. Let me see," he grabs the pictures from her hands and then starts complaining," Oh! This girl has such a small nose, our babies will be messed up in looks with her nose. And this one, her hair is too yellow. I don't like yellow-haired girls. And this one oh! God! How thin she is? She won't be able to do house chores mom. What will I do after marrying her?" he says giving back the photos along with a smirk.

" Asher, son we have lots of servants. Why would she need to work here?" she says.

" Mom, I don't need a wife now. You needed a daughter-in-law and as per TV dramas, mother-in-law is always cruel to daughter in-laws. She should be prepared for that, "he smirks.

" Who told me I am going to treat my daughter in law like that? I am going to treat her the same as Ashlyn," she grunts.

" Then. I don't want to have them, more. Don't you see how messed, spoiled and naughty Ashlyn is with your love? I don't want to spoil my wife too," he pretends.

" You search nitpicks in everything. Just want to pass the topics. I am telling you Asher, you need to get married within this month," she demands.

" I am done," he says and stands up from the chair and trots outside in the parking lot to get his car.

When he is opening his car's door, his 22-year-old sister sits in front of the door, closing it again, folding her arms in front of her chests.

" What do you need, Ashly?" he asks.

"Nothing, just drop me to the college today. My car is damaged," she says.

" What? How? Dad bought it just last month for you and you already ruined it, "he yells.

" Stop bro, someone will hear you. You know how sensitive dad is with the car. You will be helping me with the repair. Do you understand that?" she orders.

" What if I don't want to?" he smirks.

She thought for a while and said," Then, I am going to tell mom that you hire the girls to pretend them as your girlfriends just to make mom annoyed of marriage talks," she says stressing and increasing the intensity in the word PRETEND.

He quickly covers her mouth from speaking before someone can hear her out.

Shit!!!

This is the con of having a sibling. They always blackmail you to get something from you.

" Fine, I will repair it. Just get into the car. I will drop you there," he agrees at last.

He drops her in front of her college. She runs so crazily to the bunch of her friends who were eagerly waiting for her.

The campus air and its chattery breeze made him go back to the days when he started the campus. It was worth having such beautiful memories.

He drives out of there and then drives to his company, The Novela Publications.

There is a great story behind having this name for the company.

Sometimes, he wonders where she could be. Is she OK? Or maybe something happened to her? But it rarely comes to his mind. But today the thoughts of her were flooding a lot of times in his mind after encountering her in his dreams. More than it had usually done before.

He quickly bolts towards his office but stops with the laughing sounds of a girl. His step refuses to step ahead and his mind shouts to him to walk in the opposite direction, to return to the laughs of that girl.

This laugh sounds so familiar. It seems like a melody to his ear. Unwillingly, his footsteps change their direction from the elevator to the direction of a laugh.

Just then, a girl comes out of the room, and then, she walks out of the company.

Her body isn't so fat and not so slim, just average. Brown long curled hair with beautiful rolls has covered her back and she is talking with someone on phone.

She looks exactly like her except for the fact that she was quite slimmer than when he had last seen her eight years ago. She can't be the same person, right?

But this is impossible. This is the picture of her in his mind from so many years ago. She can't exactly be the same after so many years. This can't really be happening. But, when he sees the key ring, of Shizuka of Doraemon, hanging in her bag, he becomes sure it's her.

He quickly follows her behind but, in some minutes, she was already out of his reach hauling a taxi and out of his sight.

Transfixed in the same place, he keeps on gazing in that direction, motionlessly biting his bottom lips with the frustration that he lets her go again. He couldn't stop her, AGAIN!!!

Chapter 2

With the clear frustrations and the pains in his face, Asher walks to the interview section striding really quickly as if he will miss something important in his life if he misses her.

"Give me the list of all the interviewees of today," he orders scornfully with a loud voice.

The other appointed employees get thrilled with his voice. A girl approaches him with the sheets of documents in her hands and hands him over.

He quickly turns the application forms of the applicants. He flips each page in a hope that he would find the name that he wants to see and face that he wants to see her so badly.

He focuses his eyes on every passport-sized picture stuck on the top of the applications form. He would gaze on the pictures of every woman who was gently smiling in the picture. And, the last applicant and he hopes and prays, it would be her, SARAH JOHNSON.

But to his dismay, it isn't. It is of someone other who was in the interview. Sighing with his quick arrogant behavior, he orders," Do not appoint this last one for the job. I really hate his smile." He roars and sighs out of shame for intruding in the interview, without being sorry for his actions cause SORRY wasn't the word he lets out of his mouth, not after that day.

Throwing the forms in the desk, he rushes back to the elevator. He wasn't like this, till yesterday.

He lived as he wanted to live, and he enjoyed the way he wanted to enjoy. He partied, clubbed, hung out with his friends, drunk to his content, got involved with lots of girls which never came out in the light. He did what would make his heart content.

But today nothing was satisfying his heart. It was anxious, restless, worried, troubled, and suffering. Just her face on his dream has a strong effect on all his days.

Getting inside the elevator, he twists his arms and arranges his wristwatch waiting for his floor.

Ding!!!

The elevator opens as he sees the way to his office. Coming out of the elevator, his personal secretary, smart, wise, and intelligent, hands over him his schedules.

10:00-Reviewing some of the hot listed books

11:00- Have a meeting with the publishing house

12:00- Get some documents signed along with the market reviews.

13:00- Read some of the new entries

14:00- Check out some of the hot online novels and persuade the writers for publishing.

15:00- Review the interviewees before the appointment

16:00- Visit some of the bookstores

17:00- Go home directly after the visit.

You must be amazed why everything on the schedule is set for an hour. This man, Asher he is known as an hour man. Meaning that he does everything in an hour. From the meetings to the clubbing. Everything is done in an hour. An hour is a limitation for him, for doing any work.

His personal secretary tries to walk back to her desk when he interrupts her.

" Miley, can you please inquire about something for me?" he requests.

" Yes, sir. Anything that you want," she replies.

"There was a certain girl in the interview hall today. She has the keyring of Shizuka hung in her bag. Can you please investigate the HRM department who she is?" he says.

Miley gets confused with his remarks. Her boss had never been nosy on the business of the other departments but this time because of some woman he was even going through the limits of investigating her.

"Don't make that poker face, Miley. It's important. Pass over the info before I get out for the store visit," he orders.

She nods her head on an agreement and turns her head around to ask him a question," Sir, what should I search for? I mean what's her name?" she asks.

" Sarah Johnson," he pronounces her name with confidence and little hesitations.

"I will be doing that sir," she walks out of his office. He settles down back to his seat and then starts to prepare for the meeting with the publishing house. He scribbles some points on the paper and then, calls Marco and Harry.

"Hey, dude. You never called during your office hours. What's wrong?" speaks Marco on the other sides of the phone.

"I'm fucked off. I need something to relax and make my mind calm. Let's go clubbing tonight," he says frustratedly.

" Okay, but why are you so pissed off?" he asks.

"You don't need to ask why and because here. Just do as I say, Marco," he says and cuts off the phone. The night was set off.

But the day is still on.

Wrapping up all his notes, he calls in Miley for the meeting. And during the meeting he almost messes because on every page he had unknowingly scribbled Sarah's name on it. He had to hide the notes during the discussions.

All of his day was turning to hell.

Concluding everything before his visits, he asks for the info of the girl with Miley.

"Sir, there was no applicant with the name Sarah Johnson," she informs. He knows that there was no girl with that name but that isn't the one that his ears want to hear.

"But...,"

Her 'but' makes his hope up. It elevates the level of expectations of his soul.

"But, what?" his eyes gleam with hope.

" But sir there was some visitor who came to visit one of the interviewees today. She came to hand over the lost documents of the interviewee. The employees were saying that she was thankful to her for bringing back her documents. But she wasn't an interviewee," she answers.

His hope lifts to the next level when he hears that. Deep inside his heart he knows, knows that it is certainly her. He has a deep belief that it's her. But what if she isn't? What if it's just someone who looks like her? But your eyes could lie, not your feelings. He really felt her when she walked out of there.

"Fine, get the car ready. We must go for the visit," he orders as he plops back to his seat once again.

Spinning his seat, he takes his wallet out from his chest and takes out a rusty old pic which seems to be washed, torn, also scribbled, the face doesn't seems to be clear and precise.

Gazing at the pic, he scowls," I hate you, Sarah. I never wanted to see your face all these years, but I am dying to see you now. Seems like you're close to me. I am going to haunt you Sarah," he smiles devilishly.

" Sir, your car is ready," Miley informs as he gets up from his seat and she picks up his suit and wears it to him.

"Get me the application of the interviewee who got her stuff back. I need every detail about her. Don't fail to give every nook of her information," he orders as he walks out along with her for the stores.

Before getting inside the car, she hands over the detailed information about her along with the application.

One hour of visit to the amazing bookstores and having a good sip of coffee on the café beside would give the best feeling in the world.

" Miley, you can get back to your home. I have something to do on my own," he says as he sips his coffee. She leaves him alone in the café. He bites his lips, brushing it with his forefinger as he stares at the documents.

He retrieves his phone from his pocket and then dials a number dipping his eyes alternatively on phone and on the application. The phone rings and a sharp female voice answers from another side.

"Jane, I am speaking from The Novela Publications. Can we have a pre-meeting before you get appointed as an employee in my company?" he asks in a soft tone. Anyone could be blinded by his soft pretended tone.

She agrees to the meeting and provides him with her address. He quickly gets up from his chair, pays, walks out and gets into the car to drive to the referred destination.

He stops his car in front of a café. He rolls around his eyes to notice her, and she is finally seen on the other side of the road with one hulky and strong man who seemed as if he was body builder or some athletics probably wrestling.

Parking his car, he crosses the road and gets to them, but the first thing that he gets after he approaches to speak to her is a harsh and strong punch on his face. He staggers on his punch losing his balance. Clenching his own mandible with one of his hands, he slightly shakes them, to check if it's really alright or not.

Straightening his body in an erect position, he rubs the corner of his lips with his thumbs and swears, "Fuck, What the hell is wrong with you two? I just want to talk to her," he tries reach out to her.

But that hulky man stands right in front of her and prevents him from getting close to her and punches him again which made him fall on the earth.

He had thought that it was a mistake before but now, he was really pissed. He gets up on his feet as he clenches his fist and without even looking around, he throws a hard punch in his face, which makes him bleed from the nose.

He flinches with the punch and tries to attack him but this time, he defends him and twists his arms in a rage.

" Who the hell are you? I just need to say some words to her and second thing, whoever you are, you are putting her job in danger. I mean I am not going to recruit her after this and as per the damage, I have loads of lawyer who would easily favor the case on my side. So, what do you want? You want me to talk to her or drag this matter to cops as you were the one to attack me first and I have quite a few audiences who can be my witnesses," he says turning head around to people.

The hulky guy gives up. He was her boyfriend. When Asher called her, he was beside her and thinking that Asher might be some philander or some pervert, he wanted to teach him some lessons. That meant she never believed that he was the CEO of the company where she would be working or maybe she wouldn't get a chance after this.

Leading her towards the café, he glides his professional card in front of her. She picks it up and stares at him with an amused eye.

" I am sorry sir. I just thought it was some pervert. Please, forgive me for my crimes and please don't fire me before even I'm appointed," she begs joining her hands in front of him and asks her boyfriend to do the same.

Wiping up the blood on the corner of his lips, he smiles lopsidedly and throws her application form on the table. "What do you take me as? I came to meet only for one reason. I heard that you got your stuff back from someone. I need her information," he says.

She slightly lifts her head showing half of her face, she nods her head and lifts it up.

" I don't know her. I have never seen her in my whole life. She just met me to drop by my documents. I don't even know her name," she answers.

"How did she contact you?" he asks.

" She called me on the number in the documents. I have her number though," she hands him her number on which she had called.

He quickly saves it on his phone and picks up her application. " You..., you can join the company. I will make sure of it if you don't make this guy encounter me in the future. He shouldn't be seen even 100 meters from my company," he warns and strides out.

Getting a number is a triumphant victory of his. He feels as if he has won half of the game. With a victorious smile on his face, he drives his car to his home.

His mom shrugs as she sees her son's face with the red scratches and rashes. She quickly rushes to her son, to check on him.

"What happened to you face Ash?" she asks in worry as she reaches out to his face to touch his wounds.

" Mom, that's just a minor wound. You don't have to panic so much," he avoids her as he walks to his room.

He loosens his tie and throws it in his bed, unbuttons his shirt and leaves it at the bed, and walks to his shower.

He changes after the shower to comfortable casual clothes for the clubbing and then, picks up his phone, and before he walks out for the club, he saves her number to ' Hates me.'

He grabs his car keys and drives it to the club where his friends were waiting for him eagerly.

" Jess. Who called her?" he murmurs as he sees her with Marco and Harry. He stops midway seeing her and then continues to walk further ignoring the fact that it was just acting.

" Hey, Jess," he acts as if he is happy and hugs her slightly, but she hugs him tight from which he pulls himself out from it.

" Let's get inside. I got some new hot chicks over here. They are cool and sexy," spouts Marco.

" Pray that they won't run after me, in the name of meeting you," he smirks.

" Can I befriend this guy? I don't want him to be my friend. I don't know why all the chicks chase after him?" he mutters.

" Look at the mirror, Marco," Jessy whispers in his ears as she pulls him inside the club. Making their way to the bar.

"Four shots of tequila," Jessy orders.

" I'm in for a beer," Asher orders.

"Here, enjoy your time," the bar boy hands over the glasses in front of them. Asher grips his glass and turns his head towards the club. Everybody was in their own world. Some of them gulping their own shares of alcohol, some shouting, some enjoying, some puffing the cigars, he knew that they weren't just a cigar, maybe some sort of he**in could be added to them. He had been through the same phase too.

He circles his eyes towards the dance floor. A girl with black tightly hugged one piece with a long waist-length brown hair, with some sorts of funky bracelets in her hands was shaking her body awkwardly. Like she was being compelled to dance on the floor.

She was turning her back towards him and the guy next to her was trying to get his grasp on her, making her drink his share of drink from his glass. She was gulping it without her consent. It's not that he hated her being forced to. He hates her for being so weak and not able to protect herself. That's her fate, whether she could save herself from him or not. A woman should learn to save themselves.

He totally tries to ignore the fact that she was being forced until he sees a clear view of her. She turns her face to his side. He could clearly see her now.

"Sarah," her name comes out of his lips.

Chapter 3

"Sarah" He calls out her name.

" Yes, do you know her. She's a newbie, just joined for the part-time job yesterday. I can fix her for you if you really want sir. I do the paid assignments that are beneficial to people like you," he whispers in his ear.

Asher bits his lips and then, turns to his side," I want her. Get her for me. I'm in a private room. Get her to be there," he says and asks for the bottle of whisky from him.

Getting himself on the bed, he waits eagerly for her. In some minutes or so, she enters the room and on seeing the man in the room, she turns around to return.

" Wait," he calls her.

" I'm sorry sir. I was told to get something from here. I didn't know there might be someone over here," she was ready to leave when he walked quickly to hold her wrist.

" Wait, it's me who called you," he says as he pulls her towards the room and makes her kneel on the floor.

"What the hell are you...," she stops her words on seeing him.

"What? Shocked? I thought you would be living happy days marrying off with a rich bastard, so that you could surely look down upon me, but I am impressed to see you here in the club, as a bar...," he stops. She doesn't speak the word in front of him.

"If you have nothing to order, let me get back to work," she says as she tries to get off from the floor, but he holds her shoulders and pushes her down.

" I have an unfinished business with you," he opens the cork of the whisky and pours it all over her head, soaking her dress in whisky. She tries to get up, but he holds her like he wouldn't let her escape away from there.

" Order, you say. I ordered you, tonight. So, I can do anything that I want with you. It includes this too," he moves around her as he empties the bottle, and she flinches and moans with the cold whisky's sensation in her body.

He throws the bottle on the ground, which makes the loud crinkling sounds of its breaking which scares her, and he sits down and to her level and clenches his fist on her mandible and smiles," Welcome back Sarah. I missed you a lot. Did you miss me?" he smiles devilishly as he leans towards her neck to suck it.

She tries to stop him with her hands, but he locks both of her hands behind her with his hands and starts sucking her neck. The warm tear rolls down of her eyes, which reaches his skin. He pulls himself and looks at her and sucks her tears.

"The tears suit better than a whisky in your body," he says as he leaves his grips on her and pushes her away and picks up his phone and calls her on her phone.

When her phone rings, he smiles as he got the key to the locked room." That's my number save it," he says as he leaves the room with a loud thud which makes her leap in fear.

She couldn't stop herself from stopping her tears. Finally, wiping away the tears, she walks out of the room to the dance floor. She could now hardly smile because of him. When reaching out she saw him encircled in a hug with Jessy, enjoying each other's embrace.

She lets the fake smile creep on her face and comprehending the situation walks to the bar, where she asks for the bottle of beer for herself and tries to walk out of the bar.

" Hey, it's not your time to get off," the bartender calls her.

" I resigned. I won't be coming back here again," she answers as she makes her way out of the bar. A wild drunk man holds her wrist trying to kiss her forcibly in her way out. She tries hard to get off him. But she couldn't.

Asher's eyes were only on her though he was on Jessy's embrace. He never loved Jessy, not even once. As she walks out of the bar with a bottle, he follows her with another bottle of beer.

Seeing her struggle with a man, his eyes get enraged. He clenches his fist tight and walks to him, and hits his bottle of beer on his head, making him bleed and crash on the ground.

" Let's get out of here before anyone sees us," he grips her wrist and pulls her towards the exit.

He holds her wrist tightly as he drags her out of the club. She tries to wriggle out of his hold. His fast pace of walking is making her difficult to follow him along with his pace.

" Stop..., Stop..., I said stop," she screams as she comes out of the club.

" Do you want to end yourself at the police station at this time of night?" he growls at her with a stern and rude voice.

The police station makes her face to change the color, but she still doesn't want him to hold her. She knows that he won't drag her to the police station, or maybe he could.

" Just leave me. I don't want your so-called sympathy and your concern over me. Just let go of my hand," she shouts at him.

She stretches herself to get away from him. Even after she shouts at him, he doesn't leave her wrist, instead holds it tighter than she had expected. In her anger, she takes his hand that he was holding her, close to her face and bites him hard.

She bites it too hard but even after that he doesn't leave her hand. Her tears were rushing down her eyes at their fast pace while her teeth constantly dip on his skin. He makes his face sour as he feels the pain through her bites.

After some time, she loosens the dip on his skin. She stops from biting him and just tears down with her mouth still on his hands.

" Are you done? Can we talk now?" he says in an unpleasant and forlorn voice.

"I am not glad to see you again and I hope you aren't too. But still, I have things that I need to discuss with you. I need to have a quiet talk with you," he says.

Lifting her head up with his hands, he stares at her. Her eyes were swollen, because of cries. They were red and moist. Her nose like Rudolph dolphin pointed and reddish and her cheeks were bleached ruddy from both the chilly night and her broken heart.

She nods her head as he tells her that. He leaves her hand trusting her. She pulls away from her hand and encircles and twists it with her other hand to massage it. His fingers were still on her hands, deep and red.

He looks at her. She still looks pretty. Her reddish eyes and her pink lips, her face they still make her crazy. But instead of talking with him, she tries to run away from there.

She runs as if he was chasing her to kill her, murder her, or rape her.

" Fuck... I should never have trusted you, Sarah," he swears as he walks after her at a fast pace following her.

Her dress is still wet, her hair is still soaked in the whisky. Her body smells of that disgusting whisky, and she is running like a crazy on the lone dark road as if she is being chased.

Her tears warm and her heart in distress.

Suddenly, a car rushes in front of her as it flashes its headlight in front of her and boom... she falls right on the ground. Her body is motionless and stiff.

Seeing her being hit by the car, he runs quickly after her.

" Shit!" he runs as fast as he could to her. Although her body was laid in front of the car, she doesn't have any wounds, not even a scratch on her body except the one on her elbows and her knees because of falling.

He kneels as he reaches her. She was unconscious, her bottle of beer broken into pieces beside her. Some cuts on her face because of the broken glasses but not because she was hit by a car.

He quickly presses her chest intermingling his palm over the another. " Just wake up Sarah. You cannot just get unconscious when we have met after so many years. I have so many things to tell you and so many things to hear from you. Where were you all these years? Who were you with? How was life going on with your and... and do you still hate me for that incident? How is he? I need answers to all these questions," he speaks as he presses her chest, and she finally gasps with a gape.

He does seem happy when she wakes up from her unconsciousness. When she wakes up, he stands up and glares at the driver who was standing before him with a feared expression and strides with a quick motion and punches him hard on his face. Without even thinking he hits him several times making him bleed from the nose.

" Stop..., Stop..., Stop it Asher you bastard. His car even didn't touch me. You can never change for God's sake. You were the same seven years ago, and you are still the same. You could never change. I fainted because ...That's not your concern," she shouts at him as she picks up her purse and walks away from him.

He leaves the man he is hitting with a warn and follows her. She walks in front of him as he follows her quickly.

" What do you mean by I could never change? I changed Sarah. Don't you see I am a different person now? Oh! I forgot you were never there to see the changes in me. You ran away like a drenched cat. You ran away instead of believing my explanations. Fuck you, Sarah," he shouts.

She stops her feet as she hears him. Her knees get weakened and they can't hold her. And after stopping for a moment, she still walks ahead without turning her head back to him. Without looking at him.

" Answer me, Sarah? You coward. Runaway stealer," he screams at her.

" I don't have any answers for you. It's been so many years Asher. Why are you still stuck there? I never told you to wait for me. I never promised you I will be back to you, and don't you remember what you did to me? Even after that, you expect me to return to you. How foolish of me to do that? Do you think I am stupid?" she says at low yet sober voice.

" I told you. I told you many times, that I wasn't responsible for that. I explained to you many times that it wasn't true. Yet, you didn't believe me," he adds.

" I saw it with my own eyes, Asher. So, I don't need your explanations. Neither I needed before and nor I need now," she replies and walks back.

He rushes quick to her, blocking her way in front of her. She seems drunk. Her eyes are already dizzy. She was never a good drinker in the past. Nor she is now.

Asher thinks that it was absurd to ask a drunken person to hit with his conversations.

" Where do you stay? Let me drop you to your home," he says as he holds her arms.

She pulls her arm away from him. " Don't touch me. I don't like your touches. I hate your touches. They give me shivers, they give me fears, they remind me of the hell. Don't touch me for God's sake," she scowls at him with a stuffy voice and her staggering legs, her eyes look all clouded.

" Just tell me where you stay so, I can drop you, Sarah," he growls as he holds her unbalanced body.

" Why? Why do you want my address? Why do you want it? So, you can send your men and capture me another day. No..., No..., I cannot give you my address," she winces as she tells that.

" Fine, so you're not giving me your address," he asks exasperatedly.

She nods her head as not as she raises her forefinger and moves them, right and left.

He picks her up from the ground, carrying her on his shoulders with her half of the torso behind his back and half on in front of him. Her beautiful large hips are just revealing just beside his face. He clears his throat before he walks ahead.

Carrying her in his shoulders, he walks towards the nearest hotel. With her in his arms, he walks to the reception and asks for a room. The guy on the counter gazes at him so much for bringing a girl who seems to be unconscious and her.

The boy in the reception looks suspiciously to him. He takes out the card from his pocket and explains him," she is my girlfriend, and she is wasted. I cannot take her back in this state. Don't look at me like that," he glides his card in front of him and his card was enough for him to shut the boy.

His name was clearly written on the card, Asher Winston, CEO of The Novella Publication.

" So, who is Asher, babe?" he asks her as turning his head a bit to her side.

" My boyfriend," she speaks with a low whispery and squiffy voice.