she doesn’t know what she planned for her.
“Don’t worry; he is a nice old guy. You
will like him,” Stefan turned to her while steering the wheel. She nodded at
him and turned to see outside. They passed the forest and wide plains. He never
got tired even though he was driving for four hours. She glanced at him, his
soft cheeks and the firm jaw, his eyes focused on the road and his body firm
along his seat. His hands on the steering wheel which touched her body many
times.
She shook her head to ignore those
memories. When the Queen told that Stefan is going to accompany her, she
couldn’t say no to her. The Queen assured her that if Stefan talks to him, he
will listen to her.
“So, how do you know him?” She asked while
glancing at him.
He didn’t answer her immediately. When he
did, he replied coolly.
“My mom always used to bring me to him; I
am kinda close to him. He is a very nice guy. He lives alone now, all his
daughters were now with their husbands and his only son was your father,” he
stopped at that and looked at her.
“Oh!” She avoided his eyes and turned her
head to look outside.
She slides the windows down and sneaks a
look out. The way is wonderful. It’s narrow and the air is filled with wild
flowers. They passed the hills and turns. As if reading her mind he began to
explain her about the place. She asked him lots of questions and he patiently
answered her. The atmosphere was cool and she felt the olden days were back
when she used to ask him lots of questions and he answered them without fail.
She leaned back and closed her eyes. She
could feel the turns the car had taken but slowly drifted into sleep.
“Sam, we reached,” somebody was shaking her
shoulder but she rejected and held the hand tightly. She could feel being
carried away in someone’s arms and finally she felt the soft bed. She wanted to
open her eyes but she hardly opens her eyes. Then she felt someone kissing her
forehead and drawing her covers.
***
“How could you think that I will accept
her,” Sam’s grandfather asked him while drinking coffee. Stefan stood at the
nearby window, looking outside while the sun was setting down.
“I don’t think you would have any problem
with her,” Stefan made clear in his voice.
“Stefan, your wedding is coming. Why did
you bring her here? Why can’t his father bring her?”
“Why don’t ask her when she wakes up,” he
turned to him drinking his glass of wine.
“Very well, then have a nice sleep, we have
a lot of things to do tomorrow,” saying this he left the room.
Stefan finished his glass and set it on the
table. He couldn’t say anything about Sam’s father because it is her part to
say. He knew that a long journey will make Sam tired so without hesitating he
made her sleep on the bed. She is so innocent in her sleep, like a child. He
kissed her and left the room. At first when he mentioned about Sam, her
grandfather didn’t speak but he saw the anger in his eyes. He turned to his
room but he came across a pile of photo frames on the wall. Few of them were of
his mother and himself. But one photo in the middle of the wall has attracted
his eyes. In that photo, a young man wearing his polo shirt and white trousers
was smiling and holding the trophy in his hands. His face looked familiar,
finally he sighed in relief when he came to know the reason. That man is Sam’s
father.
***
Sam woke up early in the morning. For an
instant she didn’t remember where she is, but when she rubbed her eyes and
glanced through the room she realized the place. What would have Stefan said
about her to her grandfather. She remembers asking once her father about her
grandfather but the only reply she got is anger and rage. Maybe her grandfather
was someone who will ignore her completely.
She got up and touched the cold wooden
floor and went to the window. She opened it. The sun is rising and she could
see the garden and the lovely plains around. The birds were flying
“Don’t worry; he is a nice old guy. You
will like him,” Stefan turned to her while steering the wheel. She nodded at
him and turned to see outside. They passed the forest and wide plains. He never
got tired even though he was driving for four hours. She glanced at him, his
soft cheeks and the firm jaw, his eyes focused on the road and his body firm
along his seat. His hands on the steering wheel which touched her body many
times.
She shook her head to ignore those
memories. When the Queen told that Stefan is going to accompany her, she
couldn’t say no to her. The Queen assured her that if Stefan talks to him, he
will listen to her.
“So, how do you know him?” She asked while
glancing at him.
He didn’t answer her immediately. When he
did, he replied coolly.
“My mom always used to bring me to him; I
am kinda close to him. He is a very nice guy. He lives alone now, all his
daughters were now with their husbands and his only son was your father,” he
stopped at that and looked at her.
“Oh!” She avoided his eyes and turned her
head to look outside.
She slides the windows down and sneaks a
look out. The way is wonderful. It’s narrow and the air is filled with wild
flowers. They passed the hills and turns. As if reading her mind he began to
explain her about the place. She asked him lots of questions and he patiently
answered her. The atmosphere was cool and she felt the olden days were back
when she used to ask him lots of questions and he answered them without fail.
She leaned back and closed her eyes. She
could feel the turns the car had taken but slowly drifted into sleep.
“Sam, we reached,” somebody was shaking her
shoulder but she rejected and held the hand tightly. She could feel being
carried away in someone’s arms and finally she felt the soft bed. She wanted to
open her eyes but she hardly opens her eyes. Then she felt someone kissing her
forehead and drawing her covers.
***
“How could you think that I will accept
her,” Sam’s grandfather asked him while drinking coffee. Stefan stood at the
nearby window, looking outside while the sun was setting down.
“I don’t think you would have any problem
with her,” Stefan made clear in his voice.
“Stefan, your wedding is coming. Why did
you bring her here? Why can’t his father bring her?”
“Why don’t ask her when she wakes up,” he
turned to him drinking his glass of wine.
“Very well, then have a nice sleep, we have
a lot of things to do tomorrow,” saying this he left the room.
Stefan finished his glass and set it on the
table. He couldn’t say anything about Sam’s father because it is her part to
say. He knew that a long journey will make Sam tired so without hesitating he
made her sleep on the bed. She is so innocent in her sleep, like a child. He
kissed her and left the room. At first when he mentioned about Sam, her
grandfather didn’t speak but he saw the anger in his eyes. He turned to his
room but he came across a pile of photo frames on the wall. Few of them were of
his mother and himself. But one photo in the middle of the wall has attracted
his eyes. In that photo, a young man wearing his polo shirt and white trousers
was smiling and holding the trophy in his hands. His face looked familiar,
finally he sighed in relief when he came to know the reason. That man is Sam’s
father.
***
Sam woke up early in the morning. For an
instant she didn’t remember where she is, but when she rubbed her eyes and
glanced through the room she realized the place. What would have Stefan said
about her to her grandfather. She remembers asking once her father about her
grandfather but the only reply she got is anger and rage. Maybe her grandfather
was someone who will ignore her completely.
She got up and touched the cold wooden
floor and went to the window. She opened it. The sun is rising and she could
see the garden and the lovely plains around. The birds were flying
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