Writingcamp + Believes In Fate

Week 4 + How to overcome writer’s block?

Flashbacks started:

Emily Wilson POV:

I remember everything Mayra told me about herself and her family.

Mayra Smith, my best friend for life, we became friends in kindergarten. I remembered falling from the swing where she has helped me and made me smile. Now, we’re both twenty-one years old and completing our final years at Oxford University in England. She is a beautiful girl, with a perfect body and fair complexion. I always tell her, if I were a boy or lesbian, I would have fallen for her brown eyes. Mayra has worked hard to get a scholarship as her parent’s business had encountered a severe loss for a couple of years. And due to financial issues, her father has fixed her marriage in a wealthy family, the Taylor family, where he will receive a large amount of money as the betrothal gift. She stays in London with her parents and brother and, she was obliged to listen to her parents. I have to help her. I know she would do the same for me.

Mayra Smith POV:

Mr. John Smith: “Mayra, we have fixed your wedding with Mr. David Taylor’s grandson.”

Mayra Smith: “My wedding?” Mayra was puzzled.

Mrs. Mia Smith: “Yes, your wedding Mayra, you’re already twenty-one years old now, you should get married soon. So, your dad and I have already discussed your marriage with Mr. Taylor and, it’s a great family, you'll be at ease there.

Mayra: “Mom, what are you saying? How can you both decide without asking me?” she feels dishearten.

Mr. John Smith: “it’s a great proposal we couldn’t refuse such an affluent and reputed family.”

Mayra: “I am so sorry, Dad, but I cannot do this, I won't marry that boy, I want to make my career first and then think of marrying someone and not an arranged marriage. So, refused them now, as I won’t accept this marriage.”

Mayra refused to get married, in anger, her father slapped her.

Mr. John Smith: "We have given birth to you and raise you well. So you're indebted to us and have to agree to the marriage. There is no say of her in this matter.

Her mother told her, “Mayra why are you refusing this proposal, you’re very lucky to get married in such an affluent family, you don’t have to work hard for a living, you don’t need to study anymore nor do the job pursuits, you just have to depend on your husband and his money for living. You just have to take marriage as your career. Fulfill the duty of a good wife, that’s all you’ll have to do.”

“Mom, how can you guys be so selfish? You haven’t even considered my opinion nor my happiness, you’re only interested because they are wealthy and I know you’ll receive a great sum of money from them. You are even ready to sell your daughter for money; how can you be like this mom?”

“Mayra!” Mrs. Smith shouted.

“What an impolite and ungrateful girl!” Said Mr. Smith while clenching his fists.

Mayra is crying louder. "Stop crying, Mayra, and go to your room now. You’re not allowed to go to the University nor stepped outside the house until you agreed to marry Mr. Taylor’s grandson, do you hear me?” yelled Mr. John Taylor.

End of flashbacks.

Ian Evans POV:

I don’t know who that girl was, I can’t stop thinking of those brown eyes. It’s too intoxicating.

She came in front of my car suddenly and stumbled but didn’t fall despite wearing high heels. She seemed to be in a hurry, and there was something in her hands that had fallen which she had not noticed. She stood straight, pushed her strand of hair that covered her eyes behind the back of her ear, and looked in the car. And that’s where it hits me hard, I got lost in them. I can’t understand what was there in those eyes. This has never happened before. I can’t concentrate on my work and kept thinking about that girl.

“Sir, sir, sir!” James was calling Ian but, he seemed to think of something.

“Mr. Ian Evans?” James called again and louder.

“Yes, James, why are you here?”

“Sir, this is the envelope you asked about which that the girl had dropped.”