Foolishly In Love

FOOLISHLY IN LOVE

Prologue

Meara's POV

People have the best personality and the most beautiful smile amongst other people but deep inside their heart and soul, there is a big hole of misery-one that was caused by the ones they love and trust. One of those people is me, Meara Naidoo, the so-called first daughter of Samaira Naidoo and Rajeet Naidoo. You are probably wondering why I have given myself such a title, well stick around to hear why.

CHAPTER 1

* Meera's Pov*

"Meera, dear. Hurry up! These parathas are not going to deliver themselves, you know?" Mom called from downstairs. "Coming, Ma" You already know who I am but it wouldn't hurt to make a proper introduction, right? I am Meera Naidoo, the first born daughter of Samaira and Rajeet Naidoo. I have a little sister and her name is Mehek. I am not really gonna stick to her but that is my family for you.

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Mehek walked into the kitchen where Samaira was busy packing the parathas into well-decorated boxes, carrying her phone in her hand, "Mom, I need a favour from you," she pleaded. "What is it now, Mehek Naidoo?" Samaira asked without sparing her a glance. "I need you to buy me this dress," She shoved her phone in front of Samaira's face. Samaira observed it quietly, "Absolutely not," she picked up the boxes and placed them in the basket on Meara's scooter, "I will not do such a thing,"

"Please, mom. I am begging you. I really need this dress for Ahjay's welcome party in three days and I want to make a good impression," She pleaded continously. "Oh, please. Mehek, you have so many oitstanfing dresses in your closet, choose from those. Now leave me alone, I want to work," She continued packing the boxes. "Mom, please. You are my last hope. My friends refused to borrow me some money for it so pretty please," she pleaded with doll eyes. "Your tricks won't work on me. You are 21 for heaven's sake. Go and look for a job then you will buy all the dresses in the world with the money you earned,got it? Now excuse me, I have work to do," She retreated back into the apartment,followed by Mehek who pouted and sank into the couch.

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"Meera,please hurry up," Mom called again. "I am coming, Ma," I answered as I tied my hair into a neat ponytail. I then dashed down the stairs into the living room where I found mom and Mehek, "Good Morning," Mehek just rolled her eyes while mom greeted back, "Good morning, Meera,my dear. I have already packed the boxes on the scooter. You just eat something and be on your way," mom said. "Oh, I am not really hungry but some fruit will do," I answered as I took an apple, " An apple a day keeps the doctor away, right mom?" I aked then turned to Mehek," Are you coming with me today, Mehek?" I asked as I bit into my apple. "No, I just did my nails. Don't want to ruin my hard work over some petty boxes," She answered as she inspected her nails. "O-kay,"I answered slowly, "Mom, I'll be going now," I said as I hopped onto my scooter. "Take care and come back early, okay? The weather might change very soon," She said as she checked the sky. "Okay, bye," I waved then started the scooter and off I went, leaving my mom at the front porch. I love my mom so much, okay? And I am very grateful for her but there's some point where I start asking myself if I am her real daughter. I know it's absurd, it's ridiculous and whatsoever but i sometimes doubt her love and care for me. Anyway forget about that.

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I was on my way home when a car almost hit me. Luckily, I got out of the road on time but very unfortunately, I fell off my scooter and grazed my arm, "b****y fool," I whispered. An old man, in his sixties, came out of the car after he abruptly stopped. He ran towards me and helped me up, "Ma'am, I am so sorry. Are you okay?" he asked in a worried tone. "Yes, I am okay. It's just a grazed wound. Nothing to worry about," I lied. It hurt so bad and I couldn't handle the pain. After some time, a younger man, in his 20s, came out of the car. He went around it, inspecting it. He then stopped next to the passenger door, "Alek, you fool! Look at what you have done to my baby," He complained as he rubbed the door as if the scratch would go away if he did. How absurd could he be? I took all the courage needed and walked to him. I cleared my throat and patted him on the shoulder. He ignored me. I tried again and he kept ignoring me. How arrogant. "Excuse me, Sir," I managed to say through clenched teeth. He turned to look at me after what felt like an eternity. "Can I help you?" He asked in a bored tone. Seriously? Is this how he talks to women? How ungentleman-like. " I would advise you to talk to your driver kindly," I started. "He's just a driver, what harm could it cause if I talk to him that way?" He asked in a 'you're- wasting-my-time look. " I am sure he almost bumped into me because you were nagging at him like there is no tomorrow and he could not focus on the road," I said, " and at least he stopped to apologise unlike you who is concerned about a slightly damaged car than an injured human being," I said as I raised my arm in front of him for easy access of sight. "Oh, I have seen so many girls like you, faking an injury to get money from men like me. You want money?" He dug out of his jacket and took out a stack of cash then placed it in my open hand, " There you go. Can we leave now?" He asked as he bore eyes into my soul. I stared at him, trying to process what he just did. "Are you trying to say I am-" he cut me off, "A gold digger, trying to make up an excuse to get money from me," That's it. I slapped him so hard making sure that it landed good on his left cheek, "Don't you ever say anything of that sort to me or to any other woman, got it? Don't you ever judge anyone without knowing them," I turned to leave but I stopped, "That slap was just a slight warning next time. It will not come in handy, alright? Take your filthy money, " I threw it out into the open air and left. "You-" He did not finish his phrase. Serves him right- I thought as I climbed onto my scooter, dashing off as the cool breeze brushed through my hair. Dealing with b@st@rds like him on a daily basis is not easy but it always pays off. I reached home when the twilight began to strike. Mom had already served dinner when I arrived. I just ate a portion of it and then pushed the plate away, "I am full. I'm going to sleep," I said as I stood from the chair and walked to the back porch with my favourite blanket in my hands and a soft, fluffy cushion. The moon had already shone brightly when I sat on the rocking chair. I covered my slender legs with the blanket and looked at the moon. I sighed, " Hey, Moon. I had quite a rough day today but seeing you here has taken my worries away. Do you think I dealt well with that cheeky boy?" I asked as I stared at the moon.