Haya prov
Its been a week since we are here everyday I count the days when we will
go back to Pakistan. I am trying to adjust in this new life style I don't
have any one to talk I got bored here maids are all ways doing house
chores. I don't talk to mr jerk but he is caring. He always take me out for
shopping for lunch or dinner but we don't talk to each other I mean I
don't talk to him but he do I just follow his order.
Because I am sacred of him as well as I don't know any one over here so I
can't risk my life. I try to run away again but all in vain because he have
very high security.
I am planning to run away once we reach Pakistan I can't live with the
killer of my love I hate him. My thoughts were disturb by someone
clearing their throat. I true around my face and found
