Beauty is a curse on her

Chapter: 2

A knock at the door.

It was raining heavily outside.

" Coming! If it's Firuze. I won't leave her this time."

Said Olivia carrying an umbrella trotting towards the main door.

It was Charlie and Firuze trying to get under the shade above the door.

They were almost wet in the heavy rain while coming back home.

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" You b**ch. Where did you bring my son? Who knows you want to sell my son to a mafia leader to get a handsome amount? "

Olivia tightly hugged Charlie and continue spitting venom from his mouth.

" Why would I..?"

Firuze interrupted to defend herself in astonishment.

" SHUT UP !"

Olivia harshly pushed her shoulder with which Firuze fell on the street slipping from the doorsteps.

"You can make your father fool by this face not me. I know very well the tricks of girls like you."

" Sister Firuze..!!! She didn't do anything. MOM! don't say this to her."

Olivia shut the door with a bang and went inside.

Firuze was hurt. Tears were streaming down her face. It didn't mean that she was hurt physically. Her pain was somewhere in the depths of her heart like a wound which when touched even slightly, started to bleed. She began to feel the shortcomings in her life, began to miss her late mother and recalling all the tortures her stepmother did to her since her childhood. She wanted to complain to her father that how her new wife considered her daughter not more than a basket of debris kept in the corner of the house.

The rain had ceased, she stood up with quite an effort and kept standing for another minute, staring at the main door.

After crying all her heart out. She went inside as the door was unlocked.

The girl was tired. All she wanted was her bed.

" Firuze! Love Come here and sit with us!"

It was Firuze's father.

"Just coming"

Her clothes and hair were completely wet so she took a quick shower and got in comfy nightwear. Unfolding the towel from her long hair. She dried them partially and went into the living room.

" Hey! My daughter is here"

How was your day my sweetheart?"

Her father asked lovingly while she hugged her and sat beside her.

" It was good."

Firuze said, plastering a fake smile on her face. Simultaneously her stepmother rolled her eyes irritatingly, crushing peanuts louder to gain attention or for some other reason while looking at her husband and Firuze.

Firuze looked at her stepbrother who was doing his homework.

" Charlie! You need my help?"

She asked Charlie, might be to divert Olivia's attention.

Not waiting for his answer she sat on the rug beside him and started helping him to solve the sums excitedly.

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Half past 11 pm

"It's late enough children."

" Good night father"

Charlie said on which Mr Miller kissed on his cheeks and responded the same.

Both of them exited the place.

Charlie ran towards his room.

" Slowly..."

Said Firuze in worry. She was still standing at the door entrance to the living room that Olivia came walking from the kitchen carrying a jug of water.

" Done with your complaining session? Now get aside"

She whispered to her irritatingly rolling her eyes and went inside slightly thrusting her shoulder.

She sat on a sofa in front of Mr.miller and was busy cutting apples for him.

" Now you should start thinking about your daughter seriously. What would you get by sending her to school? Wastage of money? "

Olivia argued.

" Woman…What do you want to say? Started Thinking for what?"

Mr Miller asked curiously.

" Of course…For her marriage! We should now get rid of this responsibility."

Olivia shocked him by saying this.

" She is just seventeen"

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" May I correct you! EIGHTEEN next month."

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" Hmm.. I'll think about it"

Mr Miller said.

" Think?? Call him home and ask him to take her with you"

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"Hmm.."

Mr Miller replied in satisfaction, munching apple chunks.

Listening to this Firuze, who was still standing in the hallway, clenched her fist and a tear rolled down her face. It seemed to be something broken deep inside her.

She walked into her room quietly not making them know that she was listening to their reviews about her stay in their home.

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Lying on her bed she recalled all the things that happened today.

All she wanted was peace. Tears streamed down towards her ears.

She thought for a while that if she were rich than might be these problems didn't create that mess in her life.

Actually there was something else that was triggering her mind.

But what?

She was missing her late mother because she need her support, her love, someone who could listen to her that what she wanted to say. This weight was getting heavier as she grow older and nobody was there with whom she can lessen it by sharing. She couldn't even want to say anything to her father because she knew that by doing so she would only make him depressed. Nothing would change.

She sighed staring at the roof of her cabin like small room.

Getting up from the bed in distress she sat down on the floor.

Assuring that everybody was sleeping deep. She slowly dragged an iron box under her bed.

It was rusty and old.

After eyeing it for a few seconds, her vision got blurred and two or three tears fell on the rusted surface of the box.

Putting two strands of hair behind her ears she opened it with a shriek. It seemed to be something very close to her heart.

" Mom!"

The only word she murmured holding her mother's clothes tightly closed to her chest.

She cried and cried and cried and kept crying inside them so that nobody could listen to her blubber.

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Seven o 'clock in the morning

With a shine of sunlight on her porcelain skin, she awoke and came to know that she slept all night on the floor resting her head on the bed.

She didn't move for a while and kept observing the door of the room with an unconscious mind.

BANG

Her wait was over.

" Hey, Stupid girl..!!! Don't you know that it's time for breakfast? Get out of your filthy space now otherwise this time I'll taste you the death"

It was Olivia on the door, who seemed to be not satisfied from the last torture.

Firuze didn't utter a word nor she moved.

She was burning in fever because of last night.

Gradually got up and went inside the washroom.

Firuze's father only ate breakfast made by her daughter.

" Morning Father!

Where is Charlie? Not ready for the school yet?"

She inquired smiling and went straight to the kitchen and started cracking eggs for the omelette.

KNOCK AT THE DOOR

Her father rose from the sofa trotting towards the main door.

He opened the door and his nephew, John was standing on the doorstep.

" O my son has come after so long. Come in! Come in! Live a long life. We were just talking about you son"

His eyes filled with excitement and joy after seeing his nephew on the door.

But it was not as delightful for Firuze as for her father.

" These fruits... Mother sent them for you and asked me to convey her greetings."

John said while giving a basket full of fresh fruits to his uncle.

" So sweet of her"

" Uncle! Where is Charlie? I have bought his favourite chocolates "

John said with a toothy smile.

"Ahh! Now he must be coming after listening to this. You sit here I go get them all. Your aunt would be happy to see you here after so long"

MR. Miller went inside to call his other family members carrying the fruit basket.

John who seemed to be just waiting for his uncle to went inside quickly stood and took few long steps towards the kitchen.

Firuze who was busy beating the eggs was unaware of his cousin arrived at her home.

John slightly entered the kitchen and saw her from his devilish eyes from behind.

Slowly walked towards her and tried to slid his hand to hold her waist.

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The glass bowl slipped from her hand in alarm and somehow she was scared as she instantly turn with her eyes wide opened to look who it was. Although it was not her first to experience it this time John came back to the village after three months.

" J-John!"

" Yes!! It's John. I'm back but I think you are the only one who didn't like my arrival. Isn't it?"

John said while stepping towards her covering a two steps gap between them.

Firuze never liked his closeness nor him.

The way she looked at her particularly her body, always negatively made her embarrassed.

Firuze hit the shelf behind her and held her breath for a moment. She just wanted to run away from his grip but to no avail. John kept looking down at her, waiting for her to lift her magnificent face.

" You are mine!"

He lifted her face harshly to make her look into his eyes. He made her realize that one day he would get what he wanted.

" My son….!"

It was Olivia who was panicking over something.

Firuze took a deep sigh after being released from his so-called fiancé. She too stepped out in the living room to see what has happened.

But Olivia didn't give her another minute to understand whats Happening around her and pounced at her like an irate luna wolf.

" Leave her! Olivia! Stop!"

Olivia started pulling her hair so hard that pain could be seen on Firuze face, streamed in tears. All were seen in her orbs was disgust and hatred for her stepdaughter.

" You w***e! You bi*ch! Everything bad in our lives came because of you. I won't leave you this time"

After struggling for another minute with Olivia, John and Mr.miller took them apart.

Firuze took back steps and clung to the corner sobbing.

John asked Firuze that was she alright? but Firuze didn't utter a word except sobbing.

" Are you gone mad or something foolish women! It's just a mild fever!"

Olivia looked at John and felt nervous for being judged and what she did before was in front of a guest?

She looked at Firuze once with hatred filed eyes and went inside to see Charlie who was suffering from fever and flu. It was because they got wet in rain last evening and this was also blamed on her who too was ill but she would never tell anybody nor she would express.

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On the other side, Aris Walton, who had just returned from New Zealand after completing his graduation was on his private helicopter with his friend Fin after so long flying higher and higher ready for another adventurous experience. ( Skydiving)

It was very pleasing and soothing to relish the land from the sky. As most of us love nature, he too admired nature and its colours. His thick brown hair was fluttering and illuminating in the sunshine. He was breathing deep, soothing his soul and mind.

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" WE ARE READY SIR!"

The pilot thumbs up and said loudly because the air pressure was extremely high and the noise of the spinning blades of the helicopter was almost deafening.

Not waiting for another minute, Aris fist-bumped his friend Fin and they jumped out of the window…

Half past 10 am

The helicopter was now in the final stage of landing on the helipad.

The door of the jet opened gradually and a young, bold and confident man who's in his mid-twenties seemed to be always a centre of attraction to women around, stepped out of It wearing dark sunglasses which appeared to be made for his perfect jawline face, swirling his jacket on the shoulder. Utterly handsome man with hawk-like features. He gave an aura to be the most classy and of course rich hunk in town.

Aris Walton

He went inside the mansion where he lived which was more or less not less than a huge palace. But the difference was that it was a modern-day palace with princes and princesses from the twenty-first century.

" Morning mum!"

Aris entered a huge living room which is wholly embellished with a Gold and Black interior. Saying greetings to his mother, started stepping the stairs towards his room.

" Aris! Son… Have breakfast with us"

There was a fine lady who has well-groomed herself and looked ten years younger than her real age, said. Aris neither utter a word nor he bothered might be it was because of jet lag or for some other reason.