Tied To Him

Chapter 2

I woke up around 5 in the evening. Gosh! I had overslept. It seems like sleep was never gonna leave me. I quickly freshened up and changed into a long top and skinny jeans. I needed to find a job so that I could handle my expense. Because my family couldn't send me any money. I saw few advertisements for few shops and noted them down. Plus my uncle from a distance relation lived here and he gave me few addresses. I took my bag and headed outside.

I went to the first shop and it was a pizza shop. I talked to the owner about hiring but they told me that they already hired someone today. I felt a little bad. But I knew it wasn't the end. I knew I could find a job. I just needed to try.

I went to another shop which was a grocery shop. But they rejected me by saying they needed a boy, not a girl. That's rude. They just couldn’t reject someone for being a girl. The manager was rude. I wanted to chop his head because of his rudeness. But I simply left the place. Sighing I went to the next one and they also rejected me because I wasn't experienced. Come on, I was 53 kg and I could work well. They just needed to hire me.

Now I understand, not all people could recognise a real diamond. Huh! Okay enough.

That I felt disappointed. It has been 8 days already and I didn't find a job. No problem I would look for it tomorrow.

It was already past 7 pm. So I thought to return to my dorm.

I was walking by the street. The sun had bid It's bye a long time ago. I started to walk faster cause I was feeling hungry. I needed to find a cafe so that I could eat something. It's been forever since I last ate. I just hoped the mice in my stomach hadn’t died yet. It would be so lonely without them. I sighed dramatically in my mind.

You are stupid Ayra, you know that?

My wonderful subconscious graced me

Yeah I know, thanks for letting me know. I rolled my eyes at my subconscious. She always pops up uninvited. i***t.

I was mentally conversing with myself when I noticed an old lady who was not more than 50 years old, crossing the road. She was looking at something in her hand that she didn't notice the red signal turning green and a car coming from behind. If she didn't move fast she would be hit by the car. Was the car driver drunk?

Didn't he see the lady? He should stop or the lady would be injured. I hurriedly ran towards the lady and pulled her backwards before the car could hit her. She was shocked and stumbled back. But I slipped and scratched my palm on a rock.

Ouch! It hurts like a biscuit!

The woman came near me and helped me to stand up.

"Are you okay ma'am?" I asked her while looking at her for any kind of injury.

She stared at me then smiled. " I should be the one asking you because you scratched your palm while saving me. So tell me are you, okay dear?"

The lady asked me I smiled and replied that I am okay.

" Thank you so much for saving me. I was looking for my ring and didn’t notice the car coming" She said while hugging me. I hugged her back awkwardly.

" You don’t need to thank me, It was my responsibility," I said to her smiling.

" I live here a block away. Come with me I will aid your scratch otherwise it will get infected." She said while breaking the hug. She gestured me to follow her.

" You don't need to worry, I will be alright. I should go now, It's already been late" I replied to her politely with a smile. She scowled at me and grabbed my hand.

" I am not taking "No" for an answer. You saved me and now It's my turn."

She said while dragging me with her. I nonchalantly followed her.

"I'm is Rosalie James. I live there in my house with my husband Sherlock. We have a flower shop. And you are?"

She introduced herself to me and asked about me at the same time.

"I am Ayra. I am from Bangladesh. I am in College ." I replied to her with a smile.

She nodded and asked, "What are you Studying?"

"International Relation" I replied with a smile.

She again nodded. We walked for 5 mins in peaceful silence.

We reached in front of her house. It was a small but beautiful one-story house. She rang the bell and a man in his early 60s opened the door whom I guessed was Sherlock James, Rosalie's husband. He sighed in relief seeing his wife in front of him.

" Oh honey, finally you came back," he said while hugging his wife.

"Why are you so late? And who may be this young lady?" He asked noticing my presence.

" Calm down honey, I was late because Martha wasn't present when I went there so I had to wait for her"

She replied while entering the house. All the time I was standing there awkwardly.

I looked around the living room and saw it was painted in blue, there were two sofas and a centre table placed in the middle of the room. The room was filled with a few paintings and photographs.

"Why are you standing there dear? Come inside and sit there."

Rosalie called me while signing me to sit on the sofa. I didn’t know British people are so welcoming. I came out of my thoughts, went there and sat down.

"Honey, this is Ayra She saved me from an accident when I was crossing the road. I didn't notice the car coming."

Sherlock's eyes went wide and he cupped her cheeks and asked worriedly,

" Are you okay? Did you get any injuries?"

" I am absolutely fine. But Ayra got some scratches. Please go and bring the first aid box soon." Rosalie said and her husband and he nodded.

All the time I was watching them in awe. They were really in love still at this age. That's so cute.

Sherlock looked at me and smiled

" Thank you so much dear for saving my wife's life

" I am grateful to you." He said and I smiled.

" It was my responsibility, sir," I replied to him. He smiled and went to bring the first aid box.

After some time he came back and Rosalie took the box from him and sat beside me. She disinfected my scratch and kept the box aside. I thanked her and was about to leave but she didn't let me.

" Where were you going in the evening ?" Rosalie asked while looking at me.

"I was looking for a job But I didn't get any so I was returning to my dorm," I replied to her with a little sad smile.

She looked at me then at her husband. They exchanged a look which I didn't get.

" If you don't have any problem then you can work in our flower shop. We need help so we are planning on hiring someone" Rosalie stated and I looked at her with wide eyes.

"Really?" I asked her excitedly.

"Yes," Sherlock replied on behalf of his wife. Rosalie smiled and nodded in yes.

"Thank you so much. It will be a great help". I said them with a bright smile.

" You don't need to thank us. It's nothing in front of what you did for us." I smiled at them gratefully.

" I will start tomorrow. My university will end at 2 pm. So I will come by 2.30 pm straight. Is that okay with you?" I asked them a little worried.

" Yeah, no problem with that. You can come whenever you can" Rosalie replied to me with a smile.

Rosalie brought some snacks for us. We ate and chatted for some times. They asked me about my family and my country. I told them about my life. I also got to know they had a daughter and a son who lived in different cities with their family and came to visit them often. After some time I bade my bye and headed back to my dorm and promised them to come the next day.

I was walking to my dorm. It was already past 8 pm.

I was only 10 minutes away from my dorm. It wasn't dark outside because of the street lights. I was looking around while humming a song. The street wasn’t crowded.

While crossing the road I noticed a Puppy was walking in the middle of the street.

Whose puppy is that?

It wasn't safe to walk in the middle of a road. What if a car comes and hits it? I thought to myself.

I walked towards him and went near him to take him and leave him in a safe place. I looked at the road and took him in my arm. It was so cute. I rubbed his back and turned around. My eyes went wide when I saw a car coming at a high speed and it had almost hit me. I held the puppy close to my chest, closed my eyes and screamed for my dear life.

A few seconds passed but I felt nothing. Was I dead? Was I in heaven? Gosh, If I was dead, then God might punish me for all the chocolates I stole from my siblings. I opened my one eye to see what had happened while hugging the puppy.

When I opened my eyes I saw a guy was standing in front of me while holding his hand over his chest. He looked extremely pissed off. He was extremely handsome. He had deep ocean eyes and was really tall and well build.

You will never change, Ayra. You are still checking someone in this situation? Seriously?

It's not my fault cause he looks breathtakingly handsome and I feel like crushing on him.

I scowled at my inner self.

I shook my head and opened both of my eyes. He was staring at me angrily. I came back to my sense and realised the car didn't hit me. It was parked on the other side of the road.

Did it mean I was alive! Yeah obviously. I mentally laughed at my stupid thought. Thank God. I sighed in relief. I noticed that the guy was still staring at me.

" What were you doing by standing in the middle of the road? If you wanted to commit suicide then you could have chosen a better way than this. Are you that stupid?"

He yelled at me angrily out of now where.

What me? Suicide? Why would I commit suicide? I love my life and I haven’t lived it fully. Wait did he just call me stupid? Stupid? Me? How dare he? Though I was stupid sometimes He didn't know me enough to call me stupid. My blood boiled.

" Don't you have eyes? I was saving this puppy not committing suicide. And who the hell are you to call me stupid?" I also yelled at him angrily.

He looked at me like he wanted to murder me. He charged in my direction and I got a little scared but soon composed myself.

" I called you stupid because you are stupid. And that's why you were standing in the middle of the road. If something happened to you, you would surely have charged a file on me and asked for a huge amount as compensation. So next time don't pull this act on anyone." He said and tried to walk away.