Chapter 11

Adaah

Three years later

“Baby girl, wake up, it’s six in the morning. Don’t you have to go to school?” Ajit sits beside my bed and mellows down to me. I pull down my covers and look at him, smiling with my sleepy eyes. He brushes the hair away from my face and looks at me tenderly for a few moments. Wishing me a morning, he kisses my forehead and gets up from the bed. I return his greeting and get into the washroom to freshen up.

It had been four years since I came here. Ajit loves me and has always been very supportive in all my endeavours. I joined dance classes and even gave performances at times. Whenever I practice at home, Ajit observes and suggests methods to improvise. He had always been behind like a rock in all my past years when I was almost into depression, hurting from the loss of my parents.

Today is the last day of my school, and after that, we are having a break. In the future, I want to be an interior designer. I a