Fallen Canvas (In Complete)

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The names, characters and incidents mentioned in the story are purely fictional. Names or places used here as a part of plot doesn't resemble anyone. 

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WARNING  

Drinking and smoking are injurious to health.Scenes or characters that involved neither encourage nor promote anything.They are purely fictional.

I saw her... 

The moment I saw her I couldn't take my eyes off her. That's too bold statement to admit myself. I was curious. After 3 long years, returning to my home is just like a holiday to me. But seeing her is something more.

Chapter 1

My mom presented me with the concert tickets to one of the star singer, who happen to sing old legend's songs, I went directly to the venue from the airport. Did I mention that one of the song is my favourite star's, yeah.. that's the main reason I was there. 

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Christian,a young pop star known as singer and lyricist. He sings songs composed by himself, but also sings old hits sung by famous singers. This time his choice is the song loved by everyone. Old composition, sung by Mr Jackson dedicated this cute melody to his daughter Amelia Jackson.

Should I go in? I thought standing at the entrance. I don't think it is a bad idea to watch him sing. After all let me check if he can mesmerize audience with that song. But that song, I was left with many memories. Unlike the happy one but the dangerous one. That evening my driver is waiting for me outside. 
"I want to maintain a low profile", I reminded him. "I was ordered to follow you sir", he replied after a pause. "Give me the keys and leave. I will talk to my dad", I commanded.But without answering he lowered his head so I understood that he is scared of my dad. Better not delay I thought and rushed in quickly. I don't want to miss the singer's entrance I thought. I wore a casual jacket to avoid spectacular audience's eyes. I wore my night goggles, before walking in. I wish I could sit in that gallery along with that huge crowd, but what my mom gave were like VVIP passes too close to the stage and too difficult to check the surroundings. In another couple of minutes, the show began.

"Good Evening Ladies & Gentleman", Said a guy who's is in early twenties. Our favorite singer Christian is ............. "
Most of the time took for the introduction part. But no choice since I'm waiting for Jackson's one of the most beautiful composition and my favourite song. I waited patiently for another half and hour. I guess he saved that for the last. 

"When I first saw you, I've fallen for you
It took me a while to hold your hand
Because I'm scared that I may hurt you
So all I could do is Love you

Love you the more I see you
Wish you to stand by looking at me while I'm singing
Always hanging out with you 
The more I do I realized I would fall for you

Can you sing along with me?
Just the old favorite song
Humming and dancing to my songs I sing
make it more fun , missing you the more
...
your blue eyes picture me
saying you would love me
...
When I first saw you, I've fallen for you"

It went on and on, Unexpectedly making me realize why that song attracted me the most. When I'm walking out, my sub conscious mind noticed her presence who is sitting at the corner. A girl in early twenties still sitting in her chair comfortably. She wore black frock, with dark red lipstick. Her caramel hair neatly braided up. Woah! I saw her finally after all these years.I have least expected her presence maybe because  I prefer erasing her memories. She is showing her best today again like always. But why did she come here? I thought. She's staring at the stage although the event wrapped up..maybe missing her old self or someone else but the look is preserved and it proved the way she sat there. She flipped her hair and turned to me. Immediately I turned and walked away waiting outside. As soon as we came out I asked my driver to follow her. In that crowdy traffic, I found her sitting at the nearby bus stop. With a mere glace I observed her features and realized that she changed a lot.

Chapter 2

I rolled down the fogged window and saw her sitting alone holding her bag tightly. Limbs shivering, lips quivering and almost shaking in that cold weather. Should I go there and help? I mean I can lend my coat to keep her warm I thought. Her hair almost wet and her shoes soaked in the rain. She's trying hard to stop her tears falling on her pink cheeks so that her vulnerability can be concealed easily within her flapping eyelashes. One glance can save her. She don't know that I'm waiting for her in the car. And she is quite good at avoiding everyone ever since that day I guess. She pulled her overcoat closer to cover her bare shoulders but it is of no help. My driver is waiting patiently for my command to pull the car into the cross roads because illegally parking the car on one-way is not his business to handle. 

Being a gentleman who returned from overseas should avoid these silly nuisances since I don't like to waste my dad's valuable time. "Sir", Said the driver in requesting tone. I didn't look at him.She looked at her watch and walked slowly and carefully protecting her beautiful caramel hair. Then I looked at my driver. He understood and slowly followed her. Many taxi's were passing but she didn't bothered to stop any of it. I wondered where she's going? Where does she live? How is she managing herself? Who is tolerating her temper? Curiosity is dehydrating. Very worst phrase I have used at this moment. I loosened up my tie and eased the tension. All I wished is to see how she's surviving after her father's death. But never got the chance since I was sent to England for studies. She put me in hell all these years, maybe she drove me crazy to know news about her.

She turned left and walked steadily and quickly. She cannot avoid us even though she can run. She took her phone and checked something and turned looking straight towards us. "Sir", said the driver. "Don't bother, stay still", I ordered. I can take care if she tries to mess up things I thought. I can handle her arrogance and attitude. She waited there for more than 15 minutes testing my patience. I asked my driver to drive home ordering someone else to tail her. 

Take me to the hotel I said."Hotel?" Asked my driver with questioning look. "Yeah" I nodded. Now going home is not a good idea. Though dad arranged a welcome party, I 
hate to be part of that commotion."But boss ordered to bring you home", he said hesitatingly.Since I don't have another choice, I have to go there I guess. 
Just in time, I got down adjusting my tie and wiping the sweat on my forehead with back of my palm. "Sir, Fiona is waiting at the entrance", he reminded me again. 

Fiona? She is the most prettiest woman to every man's eye. But to me, she's a flirt. That's what she do with me. To say otherwise she likes me a lot."Oh My! you look ...", she said searching for words. "Handsome?" I added. "Yeah! you're handsome", she said in her squeaking voice. "Let's go in", I said avoiding further conversation. 

He's here. "Wow! He's here. Logan, you're son is here", said few familiar voices. People are whispering seeing me after 3 long years. "This is a grand entrance for a Grant family's heir", Said someone. Yeah, I'm Jason Grant, need to mention my name proudly here. My mom came forward and hugged me. "I missed you", she said in my ear. "Me too", I replied in short. "My son Jason, came back with hotness in looks and damn devilish brains", screamed my dad raising a toast. It seemed quite natural and normal. This moment I'm waiting to last forever. Three years past, I was kicked out from home and forced to live with my aunt Sofia in England in the name of studies which I hate a lot. Though she didn't come here today, She always loved me like my own mother. May be I miss her more than anyone. "What took you so long?" Asked my mom immediately. "Me? I'm wandering on New York roads", I replied with a sly smile."Come here son", Called my dad. I walked towards him, all the time escorted by Fiona. "Please leave my son a second dear. It's boys talk", warned my dad to Fiona winking at her. For that she went back and stood beside my mom. "Your son has grown up", said one of them."Very handsome and charming", said another. "Cute Jason is what my wife called him, I still remember your face when you were a kid", said an old man "So, Old guy your son is going to rule your business", said a familiar voice. My dad didn't respond for it instead he diverted the attention to celebrities who are walking in red hot dresses. "Wow! She came", they screamed. She's the pop singer and actress. "Oh dear, You are beautiful", said a man beside my dad. "Thank you", she replied. "Logan, Last year I thought I missed that fashion show but you made it possible", She said greeting my dad. "Anything for you", he replied. 

It's business. Those smiles, that flirtation, that creepy looks everything is to gain benefit from another. That is not bad since everything and everyone are at good terms. This is never intended to be a welcome party but a business one.

My phone is vibrating in my left coat pocket. Dylan? What's wrong I thought and picked the call immediately. "Sir, she went to Queens", said Dylan.Then I remembered immediately about her again."Where exactly in Queens?" I asked. "Borough Sir", he replied. "Call my driver and get the car ready", I said and hanged the call. I waved my hand hinting that I'm leaving to my mom and walked out. I heard the laughter behind my back.My dad is having a great time I thought. When I rushed out, my driver is waiting holding the car door open. As soon as I got in, I asked him to go there in not more than 5 minutes."Yes sir", he nodded and hurried. He hit the highway quickly in good speed. I leaned back and closed my eyes remembering the old times. 

"Dad! finally we are going to his concert", I screamed cheerfully in that crowd. "My favourite Singer", I screamed again. I was 10 I suppose, eagerly waiting for my dad to bring VIP tickets for his concert. We quickly settled in our seats which is in the third row. I pulled out a small card board which is folded inside my back pack."What's that?" Questioned my dad. "It was cheering board", I said proudly where it was written as Mr Jackson with colours. That was my ugliest art I prepared out of love.

"Winning and Loosing, are part of my game
Don't fall or don't fly at a time
Time changes, like you never know
Like a peaceful sea into a tornado
....
...
...

I wish to stay still
Passing the hurdles one at a time
For my loving girl
...
...
...
Winning ad Loosing ..."


Woah! I was staring at him.His voice, his style the way he played guitar and music everything made me go crazy. On a piece of paper I marked the date so that I will never forget this day. I didn't understand the lyrics, meaning of what he wants to convey but to my ears it sounded something extra-ordinary. Eventually, the performance ended and there was huge crowd in front of him. All were eagerly waiting for their turn to grab the chance for his autograph.Security is managing to take him out. Beside him a  little girl who is younger than me stood holding his hand staring the crowd with her big eyes.Her caramel color hair and blue eyes, especially her proud expression holding his hand tightly made me jealous. This is what it feels like I thought. So, I wished taking his autograph and small handshake to make that moment as my best memory.Never expected more than that.But it turned out differently.When I went near him, I took my own creative cheer board and asked his autograph.He took it immediately smiling at me, talking to my dad, they spoke as if they know each other very well. He shook my hand and wished good luck 
wholeheartedly but the girl beside him pushed me a bit saying "He is my Dad" filling anger in her eyes.

"Sir", Called my driver. "We are here", he said. I got down from the car and saw Dylan running towards me. "Where is she?" I asked him. "An old apartment in the next alley" he said pointing the direction to lead me.

Chapter 3

She lives here? That freaking woman is living in this strange place? I thought observing the surroundings. It is like slum, the cheapest place you find nearby with less rental cost. I guess she found some one to pay that too. She's a lazy log to use her brains and body. "Is anybody staying with her?" I asked Dylan still staring at that place. "No, I guess. She must be living alone", he said instantly."How can you say? Do a thorough check" I commanded and got into the car. If she's staying alone? Then how is she paying for her expenses I thought. What is she eating? Her attire when I saw her previously is not bad either. Maybe she saved some coins to show her previous look I thought. "Go to the hotel" I said to my driver. Going home is noisy and disturbing since I can't think straight.

The next day Dylan gathered information about her. Since I didn't feel enough of it, I asked him to take some time to get what I want. "Sir, she maintained a very low profile. So its hard to get the entire information about her", Said Dylan finally. You're wasting my time to say this line. Very bad, it's shame to hear those lines for this simple task I said. I would have checked her background personally in my own methods is what I felt. Most of it is what I found with my own sources. I know her very well especially what she is capable of. 

I was asked to meet my dad the next day in his very sophisticated office. Though I hate to stand in his particular cabin, I can walk through my old memories. He took me to his cabin, introduced people, his staff and finally my old cabin which is personally designed by best designer in New York city.I used to sit there playing video games or taking music classes, don't ask me about my profound music teacher. "Take your time" he said leaving me there. Everything seemed untouched. Those old curtains, little things arranged on the white porcelain desk, my old flip mobile, and my laptop. I quickly checked the desks so that I can find my priceless processions.

That very next moment I heard someone knocking the door, I adjusted my appearance immediately and answered. "Jason! Meet Mr Samuel, He's going to be our partner in our next project",Said my dad introducing a short man with white hair and a golden tooth. He looked funny by the way."Nice meeting you", I said avoiding his smile. Where am I? Is the expression I gave. "Behave son", Said my dad with a smile understanding my expression. I know it is a warning to greet him properly. "Nice meeting you kid", he said. "Logan can we have a meeting later this evening", he said to my dad. "Sure Samuel", said my dad taking him to his cabin. I took a chilled beer and had a sip to get rid off this tiredness. I quickly folded my sleeves and sat in front of my old laptop to regain my old self. No wonder, I was there at her high school but how come she avoided me that day I thought. I went to her class to meet someone I know. There a mere glance of her made my heart flutter. That's true but never fallen for her stupid smile. She wearing those blue checked skirt with a pony and red lipstick. I don't want to use the word 'pretty' since she lowered herself with that strange makeup. 

Dylan called me when I'm busy in my own thoughts. It's not a surprise actually but what now I felt. "Sir, I found her work place", he said. "Where is that?" I asked him immediately. "Where are you heading to?" Asked my dad when I'm rushing out of my office. I didn't say a word. Dylan have texted the address to my driver instead of me. "Where are you taking?" I asked the driver who is taking to suburban area. "Sir, we will be there in half a minute", he replied. So, this is where she's working. I know well since she's not a kind of a person to drive here even though her best buddies reside in this place. She disclosed her hatred of her friend's habits publicly insulting them. She's a devil, I felt like calling her that. Dylan took me to a small two storied building where it is written as "KIDZ Jungle". What's she doing in this jungle?" I questioned Dylan without looking at him. "She is kinder garden teacher", he said after a pause. Teacher? for kinder garden students? For kids? 

That surprised me more. Impossible, once check if she has come here to meet someone. Maybe for money or something else I said all the possibilities. "No Sir, she's here to work. And this is her picture I took earlier", he said and showed me a picture of a women in glasses, hair all over her face, with different complexion skin. 

This is not her said my mind. But she felt familiar. "Sir, she is the one though she looked fake", Said Dylan. Fake? Mind your words Dylan, I said in my cold voice. 

"Sorry.. sir", he said. "Give the keys and leave, now", I commanded them. "Sir, but... ", Stammered my driver but Dylan stopped him saying another word.

I waited there till evening. Sitting in the car hearing old songs, playing games in my mobile. Wished to go there and check myself directly. But that shows my stupidity. I'm here to know what she's doing not to help her I thought. At 6:00 PM, she came out. The same face, with the same dressing and makeup which is similar to the picture Dylan showed me earlier. Her fair skin, she turned into dusky. Her hair which she always loved were all over her face. Her blue eyes, Oh! My God she covered them with big glasses. I don't know why she is hiding them. Her flawless dressing sense made worse. I can tell she did that purposefully. Because the other day, when I saw her she is not that bad. Today she can be awarded as one of the ugliest woman in New York. She walked slowly with hands in her pocket. She looked normal and simple by the way. I followed her from distance. I think she will go home directly from here but she stopped at a pharmacy and paid for some medicines. That small purse she's holding may not have more that 50 dollars I thought. She headed home crossing the street by bus. I followed her and waited till she switched off the lights in her apartment.

I was amused watching her today. I felt satisfied too. I thought she is leaning on someone to meet her standards and expenses but she is managing herself all the way. 

She was a woman who was always been on newspapers as pretty face, especially on fashion magazines named her the fallen angel, the beautiful picture on a canvas. Today i they see her how she's suffering with an ill fate they would definitely strike her attitude and arrogance dooming her to lay low.

Though I felt happy, I couldn't sleep that night. Her blue eyes are haunting I guess. I was at my high school, and I'm waiting outside his house. Actually I was there accompanying my cousin who wants to see my favourite singer Jackson. The truth is I was there to have a brief talk with him since he already knew me. When I and my dad attended few parties he saw me and waved his hand. So I felt he remembered me taking his autograph at his concert. But to my surprise, he didn't even smile when he passed through those big gates even though he saw me waiting there. It was disappointing.That memory still haunted me sometimes. The same feeling I had today. Seeing her like that was a huge disappointment. I thought I felt happy but no was the answer. My mom asked me what I was doing actually without coming home. I said I was taking rest but reality is I'm thinking to core. 

Chapter 4

"What are you doing here?" I asked Fiona who is standing at the door. "I came just to say hello", she replied. This is exhausting I thought. The same old lines are very boring I felt. Get in, I said. She walked in making herself comfortable. "Your mom is worried about you", She said. If so, she must be here in place of you, I said coldly. "I'm sorry, I think I've disturbed your sleep", she said shyly. Then you can say hello and leave immediately, I said. "Don't be so mean Jason. I'm not that easy", she said tucking those few hair strands behind her ear. "Fiona, you already know me. And you need not be like this if you feel so hard", I said making it clear to her even though it hurts her feelings. She must've felt bad, but if I won't say it I will be wronged. "Your dad asked me to take you to the fashion show", she said. Yeah, then? I questioned her. "Just want to remind you", she said simply. Okay thanks I said. 

That evening when I went home, my mom and dad are waiting. "What's wrong with you?"Asked my dad."What's in your mind? Despite of my warnings you are going on your own. Do you want to go back to England?" He asked hastily. Don't bother me dad. I will go once I get bored, I replied carelessly. "Jason, you need to be careful. People who can' get through me uses you as bait. That's the reason I'm worried", said my dad sitting beside me."Listen to your father, don't go anywhere on your own.Your father was attacked by some unknown people last month", she said calmly. Why didn't you say that mom? How did that happen? And any suspic....
"That's the reason I asked her not to speak about this", said my dad interrupting me. "I want you less worried about the things happen here", he said patting on my shoulder.I'm not a kid to stay still and watch the show I said. "Better you go back England" suggested my dad." I will, when I wish to", I murmured. "Better come back home instead of staying in hotels", Said my mom.

The next few days, I followed her all the time until I confirmed that she's asleep.Don't ask me how I confirmed that. Watching her closely seemed interesting after these many years. That day like always, I thought she stays home but she rushed out dressing up. She waited for few minutes and made few calls. After some time she got into a cab and went somewhere. I quickly followed the cab. Its already 9:30 PM and I don't know where she's heading at this time, dressing up like that. Never mind, Why would I bother when she's partying I thought. She stopped in front of pub 'The Mixed'. She wore coral colour short frock, black stilettos and dark red lipstick. She walked in gracefully flipping her caramel hair. For a second, it melted my heart.I handed the keys to the parking valet and walked in taking off my jacket.

She is standing at a distance watching bunch of girls who were gosipping and giggiling without bothering anyone.She stood there nervously griping her bag tightly maybe hesitating to go in front of those nosy girls. I grabbed a drink and sat across them. "Hey Ame", Screamed a girl. "Hi Jo", She said with a fake smile. "See who's here", said Jo to the other girls. "Ame!" said all of them surprisingly. "How are you? Where have you been? What are you doing?" Asked few of them eagerly. "Me, doing great like always", She replied proudly. Great? Living as a kindergarden teacher in that misery, she simply referred as doing great. "Did you go overseas? I heard you were in France? Is that true? Your dress is so pretty. Where did you buy this? I missed your parties", said some of them."Girls, throwing parties have become outdated and Paris will be my choice if I want to go anywhere", she said carelessly. "Ame, it's been two years and you didn't change at all. And we never heard anything about you all this time. Where do you live? Why didn't you show up at our previous gatherings?" Asked someone. "Recently I'm hating publicity", she said. You must have seen her with those glasses,I bet she gains huge publicity I thought. She looked pretty today by the way, hmmn I shouldn't have said this. "Ame! I'm sorry we didn't.. ",stammered one of the girl. "Oh! Forget everything. I'm bored of it", she replied with attitude as if she didn't care. She can be a good actress I thought. "Stop lying", said a girl who walked in gaining everyone's attention. "Lene, don't be rude" Said the girl who is drinking a cocktail. "All these years you practiced lying I guess", she said standing in front of her. "Oh Come On Lene, I don't have time to handle your jealousy", she said. She held her bag tightly while saying that without changing her expression. Maybe trying to maintain her composure without being caught. "Never", said Lene. "Why would I be jealous of someone cheap like you", she said. She tried her best to strike her down with words. She didn't quiver instead she flashed a fake smile. 

Should I step forward to handle the situation is the thought that striked my mind but my intention is not that. Why should I go? Let me see how much she can endure I thought and watched their cat fight without missing the fun."The bag you are holding is cheap not me", She said striking Lene back. "Your stillettos are fake ones and the nails of your left arm, I guess you glued the broken ones and the hair color has worsened your fake makeup", she added whatever came into her mind. "Ame! Stop pretending as a fashion angel", said Lene. "Those days were gone, now I'm the one so don't lecture me with that face", Added Lene. These girls are the most dangerous than I guessed. She felt embarrassed, she avoided to look at their eyes but that attitude, that look she didn't leave them behind. "Impressed", she said flipping her hair carelessly."Ame!" don't bother her said one of them."Who cares such silly girls, anyways I have to hurry home", She said and walked out gracefully. "Call her Lene", Said few of them. "No need. Tell me who dared to invite her?" She asked pulling a chair. "Not me, not me", they replied looking at each other doubtfully. I followed her again. It is half past 11. Walking alone is not a good idea and that too on this road. "What's wrong with you?" She said stopping abruptly. I looked around for whom she's referring to. But they were none. "Why are you following me?" She questioned this time looking at me from the corner of her eye. Shit! I was caught. "Who are you?" She asked facing me. Her smudged eyeliner, and red eyes and her cold voice made me shrink to ground. "Are you crying?" I questioned instead of answering her. "What?" She asked. I mean I heard your conversation with your friends, you...." "Shall I drop a complaint against you?" She threatened interrupting me. "On what?" I asked with curiousity. "Anything that strikes my mind", She said rolling her eyes.That's an amusing answer."If you don't want to get into jail, stop following me", she said again flipping her hair. This is too much for me to handle.Her expression has not changed all the way. She behaved as if she didn't recognized me. I mean she treated me like a stranger. What is more important here is she didn't loose her confidence after what happened.

The next few days, the same old story repeated.That evening, she went to pharmacy again, I wonder what she's purchasing everyday. When I inquired later that day, I found that she's purchasing milk powder and oat meal. Oh god! she survived with that oatmeal as food all this time. But how? That food is taken for maintaining the diet. I wish I get into her home and check what she's doing there. There were two guys at late 20's following her. That's a bad news when they are drunk. She didn't even run to save herself instead she looked around to check if anyone can help. Finally those guys successfully stood in front of her laughing wildly scaring her. She didn't flinch, stood there carelessly making me nervous. They were speaking nonsense for which I couldn't sit and watch. I got down from the car, took wide steps and stood behind her. She walked away sensing my presence. Those two ran away immediately making my way easy. I quickly grabbed her hand and took her to the car. She winced in pain but I didn't look back. Sit, I'll drop you at home I said in my cold voice. I drove her home quietly. "Good luck, you'll be jailed tomorrow", She said as soon as she got down. Thank you is what I expected instead she's planning to put me in jail? She's never changed I thought.

Chapter 5

The next day when I was waiting for her, someone knocked my window asking me to get out of the car. What's wrong? I thought.
"Come with us", They said seriously. Where? and Why? I asked. "Someone reported about a suspicious stalker", They replied. It's not a surprise but before they question me again Dylan and my driver entered into the scene. Dylan took the situation under control immediately. Good work I appreciated and sat in the car to follow her again. "Sir! Please let me drive", begged my driver, scared of dad I guess. Inpite of my warnings my dad stood firmly upon his decision. Poor fellow, he looked as if he's above to stand in front of the wheels to stop me. Okay I said and sat comfortably in the back seat. Dylan! Why do you think she attended the get together I asked. "Maybe to get back to her usual self", he replied. Why is she eating oat meal and milk powder? I asked. "Is that her favourte food? Though it is her favourite food, no on can eat for more than a month", he said softly. Why at pharmacy? She can buy somewhere right? I asked him agian. "Sir, maybe she's getting the free sample to taste", he said after a pause. That's suffocating to hear I thought. I rolled down the window for fresh air but still I'm not satisfied. Fiona called. What? I asked sounding rude than I expected. "Reminding you about the fashion show", she said. I know that, I will be there I said hastily. "No, not the main event, this weekend we have Gala's Opening ceremony, we are organising a fashion show. I would like you to come there with me", she added, this time she sounded requesting. I'll see you there I answered and hanged the call. "Fashion show?" I hate them. It's been a long time attending such flashy openings and parties. I loosened my tie to relax a bit but it's of no use. How can she dare to file a complaint against me. She, like always very mean and very rude. Her thoughts were masking my reality. 

............

She's coming, She'll be here any moment. The fashion angel of NewYork city is going to arrive in couple of minutes. We don't intend to miss her entrance... The flawless beauty, princess, daughter of Mr Jackson our favourite singer is going to represent the designs of Gracey.... Oh! my god everyone are eagerly waiting for her presence. I'm waiting at the entrance standing beside my dad. that event is happening in one of our hotels and designer Gracey Vent is my mom's college friend so no way to avoid.Event was planned to be outstanding with her appearance. Though I'm not interested my dad lured me talking about Mr Jackson. Yeah, that's true he's going to come along with his daughter. That evening, all cameras flashed when a big Suv stopped in front. Mr Jackson got down and took her hand. She wore white sleeveless long frock. Matching ear rings and neck set. She wore high heels to match her dad's height. She looked around smiling to the pictures and walked flipping her hair all the way holding her dad's hand. It looked like they were walking in aisle for wedding.She can be a perfect bride if she holds a bouquet and if light pink blush pops on her fair cheeks. Oh! strange thoughts aroused suddenly making my heart flutter when she's approaching.
 "Logan!" said Mr Jackson waving his hand. "Thank you for coming", greeted my dad." How can I miss my little girl's show", he said. He didn't even looked at me. She held his hand proudly and smiling a lot. What's that I thought. Then came Tina, who is also taking part of the fashion show. "Hey Ame!", She said hugging her. "Arg! you're spoiling my dress", She said rudely. "Never mind, you look pretty though", said Tina.
"Girls get ready, Gracey is waiting for you", said my dad. 
"Come'On son", said my dad asking me to follow them. I simply wondered what am I doing here? Two old people speaking business, two kids(those girls) laughing gorgeously for nothing, media preparing themselves for the broadcast. 

"Can you be be more precise what you want to say?", Asked Tina. "Go hell", said that girl.
"I don't like this colour", she said. "Ame, don't be rude to Gracey", said Tina. "Put this one if you are not comfortable with it", said Tina. "Girls, I already showed my designs and the dresses you have to put on before right? Why do you complain now when you didn't say a word at that moment", questioned Gracey. "For this lighting, those things makes us look dumb", she said ruining everyone's mood. "What do you want to do? Do you want to walk away?" Asked Gracey in irritation tone. "Give me 10 minutes to decide", She said asking everyone to step out. 
Gracey, Tina and few other girls are waiting impatiently outside when I went to check the things. "What's wrong?" I asked them. "She's taking a short nap", said Tina sarcastically. "Now?" I asked raising my brow. "Not really dear, she has a celebrity syndrome. Taking time to show off", explained Gracey. "Oh! I guess it is,  but let me know if there's any problem", I said. "Sure", they said. 
After few minutes she came out. I don't know what she did but all the costumes and makeup and accessories which are planned were changed. 
"Are you out of your senses?" Asked Gracey. "Used my senses to lighten up", she replied adding arrogance in her tone. "This is not...", Though Gracey tried to explain, nobody said a word. Followed that proud girl instructions and walked on the floor. Gracey was so angry on her. Tina couldn't help except following what to be done. 

"Good Evening Ladies & Gentlemen!" Said a girl standing in front of everyone. "Let's begin the show", She screamed after few minutes of introduction about the special guests who are sitting elegantly. "Shall we start", said Gracey's assistant. "Ame, you are spoiling Gracey's show", said Tina. "Never mind since it's going to be a huge hit", She bragged.The catalog which we are holding with pictures of Gracey's designs seemed quite different. I can hear the murmurings clearly checking the catalogues.
All four of them walked gracefully in their stylish attire beautiful than expected. Then it's show stopper time, where 'Amelia Jackson' entrance matters a lot. She wore a simple pink frock, her hair pulled on her shoulders and little makeup. She's pretty and lively. Everyone applauded as soon as she she appeared on the stage. When she walked back, she flipped her hair and turned back showing her attitude. "That's my girl", Screamed Mr Jackson smiling hardly.Then all of them walked with the designer Gracey thanking everyone. It's a huge success but Gracey has no choice to accept the reality bragging that it was her idea. "Ame! you are genius. You are really a fashion angel and.....", Said Tina jumping loudly. "I know Tina, stop being childish, you are ruining your makeup", She said. 


"Meet my son Jason", my dad introduced me to him. "That young boy, I'm surprised man", he said. "You are handsome than I expected", he remarked. "What are you doing?" He questioned again. "I'm asking him take care of my business but he's interested in music", said my dad. "Music? If you love it, you must try it", he adviced. "I'm asking him to learn from a professional", added my dad with good intention. "Why don't you come to me at evenings", he said casually. "By the way people call me a professional singer", he said smiling. That's great opportunity I felt. "Really? Can he?" Asked my dad. "Don't worry nobody will be and I can help you", He said. "Sure Mr Jackson, I will defintely grab this chance", I said nervously standing before him. "Good", he said and turned other side when his daughter is coming.  "Thank you dad", I murmured. "You're welcome son", replied my dad. That moment I understood the business. He took advantage of the situation to provoke opportunities. That means Gracey being a great designer needs opportunity to hold a fashion show. My dad helped her with big event in order to meet big things like Jackson's entrance and his little introduction to my madness. I requested him a long back, maybe when I was too young. He remembered that and grabbed the chance to surprise me. It's nothing, he can arrange at any time but meeting people at their bliss moment makes them to remember you more than enough is what he explained to me later. 

Chapter 6

"I heard that dad was attacked last month. I want to know what exactly happened?" I asked Dylan before getting down from the car. "Sure sir", he said. Brady threatened my dad with bomb attack at one my hotels to let go of the new contract at Michigan. He's trying to pull the strings in order to push my dad out of that smiling zone. Yeah, he deals the things in the most easing manner quite opposite to Brady who is violent and cruel in terms of dealing. People feel better off him. This is what I understood when Dylan said about Brady. That incident was still lingering around the news to degrade the reputation of the hotel. What did dad do about it? I asked Dylan."Boss handled it decently", he said avoiding my questions."How exactly?" I asked him. "It's better if you don't involve", he replied bluntly. 

..............

The other day, Dylan called me in an inappropriate time. "Sir, I guess she is going to attend the fashion show", Said Dylan. "Gala's one?" I asked him. "Yeah sir, She got the passes too", He said. That was too expensive and with whom she's going? I asked curiously. "Her friend", replied Dylan. Boyfriend? I asked him nervously. Every emotion is unbearable. She's going? That means why, what, when, how, with whom, at last are you sure were the things I wish to know. But stopped myself to fool around. 

I called Fiona and asked her at what time I need to pick her up? This is just a small setup which I can go casually without my dad's notice."Thank you so much Jason. I'm happy that you were here", She started blabbering as soon as she saw me the next day. Fiona, I will be glad if you stay still without uttering a word I said. She felt sad but didn't back off to stand beside me. She is the host of the event. Dressed elegantly as usually with her classy makeup."Get in and settle, I will be in 10 minutes", She said leaving me. This is the right moment to sneak around. Where is she? My eyes are searching the entire place but couldn't find anywhere. Lene, the girl I saw with her friends was here. She is the show stopper and she looked gorgeous today. "Can you hold on a minute?" Asked the media. "This is your 32nd show and 18th time you are selected as a show stopper. How do you feel about it?" Asked someone. "I'm glad to grab this opportunity to boast myself about this. This moment I dedicate to one of my coolest friend who stepped down for my success and I wish she watches this", She said. This is intended for her, that proud girl. She's definitely watching and I'm sure she will strike you back I thought. Then came that girl. She wore a simple dress with matching accessories. Her caramel hair was perfectly set. She looked beautiful today. I'm sure all the girls envy her including Lene. She entered from another door so nobody bother her. She passed in front of me carelessly. I know she saw me but still ignored me. That's fine, I too play my game I thought. She was sitting in the second row, front of the stage perfect place to gain attention I thought. What is she doing sitting calm there? I thought again. Dylan stood beside me before I do something stupid. "Sir?" He said. "What now?" I asked him. "She came with your high school friend Luke", he said. "Luke? That playboy?" I questioned. But where is he? I asked searching him everywhere. Luke is such a brat. He's a playboy of our gang. Though he's my good friend, I hate his act sometimes. 

He's flirting with bunch of girls with weird jokes at the corner. I'm sure he plays with their hearts and throw them away. But why this girl choose him. She can request help from anyone other than him. Maybe because he falls easily for a girl or is she trying to play hard to get things done? Did she lost her standard involving with Luke. Oh God! my head is hurting. I would have helped her if she asked me to come with her. Come'On Jason, don't be stupid. All you want is watch her fall and now you want to lend your hand to help her. That's too much... Event began in other half an hour. Everyone focussed on Lene when she walked gracefully on the floor. I just asked Dylan focus the rude girl to the media. Event was successful especially the end was too perfect than I expected. "Oh! I did mention you previously? but never expected you to watch me closer", Said Lene smiling sarcastically standing in front of the audience. "What are you speaking Lene? Nobody is getting you", said the designer who's standing beside her. "I missed you my friend", She said pointing to the proud girl. That's amusing. She pulled the best of her when media focused on her. CLICKS....CLICKS .. all cameras took a second to identify her. "Miss Jackson", Someone screamed in the midst of the crowd. "Wow! After a long time... Where are you? How are you? How come we didn't get any news all the time? Miss Jackson............", Everyone posed questions quickly. She smiled flipping her hair. Whenever she does like that, some bangs fall on her eyes and she try to pull off by blowing air. "I thought I can watch the event without commotion but you guys never let me live in peace", She said boldly to the media. I smiled watching her reaction to that abjection. "Lene, nice show by the way", She said from distance and walked out. I looked at Dylan and my driver so they understood the situation and ran quickly to help her walk out without any trouble. I guess I need to attend psychiatrist. Acting double, is hurting me a lot. Drop her home Dylan I said and went home with Fiona that night. "Can I stay here tonight?" She asked. "You look too tired", She added when I'm resting my head. No need Fiona, go home I said coldly. 

"She asked you to meet her immediately", Said Dylan the very next morning. Me? I questioned. "Yeah sir, She asked you to pick her after work", He said. Tell her I don't want to pick someone who is ugly and dirty I replied bluntly. Words came crudely than I expected. This is what I'm since I have no intention to meet her. 

Chapter 7

"Jason! How's the event? Did you had great time with Fiona? How's Lene?" Questioned my dad. "Stop talking about girls before me", Said my mom. "You always flirt with those models and I know it's your business parties so I never spoke a bit about it. But now talking to your son that way is not excusable", she said hastily. "Oh! don't get angry dear. He looks grumpy all the time so I'm cheering him up", said my dad. In the names of those ugly girls you want me to be happy? I questioned him. "Those, ugly? They were pretty girls my son", he said immediately. "Dad! don't do that. I can't fool my heart", I said and walked out.

The next few days, I was busy in my schedule. Dylan followed me and driver took my job. Every one hour he posted updates about the girl.  

"Ask him to meet me immediately. Remind him that I hate waiting. This is what", she said informed my driver. "Sir, she said to give you this", he added placing an envelope on my desk.Just trash it I said to him casually. Should I check what it is? Curiousity is pinching me but I stayed still. Did she put some money? What is she thinking of me? Maybe some letter? No.. I guess she had something valuable.. I think I have nothing to do. I don't want to see it I thought and walked out. My dad asked me to accompany him to a business party. As usually boring. Though I'm physically sitting there my mind is wandering about the envelope that is tarrying on my desk. I loosened up a bit unbuttoning the sleeves. How dare she can command me.What is she thinking of me? Am I her servant? This is not happening. I don't want to know what is inside that envelope. I'm not interested to know why she wants to meet me and what she wants to talk to me... Oh! Come' On I'm feeling uneasy. I couldn't stay longer so I went to back immediately. There that envelope is lying on my porcelain desk helplessly taunting me.I took a deep breath and opened the envelope nervously. Stupid Jason I said loudly. I felt embarrassed for draining my energy for this stupid 'empty' envelope. I can't stand any longer so I rushed out. Give me the keys and better don't follow me I warned my driver and hit the highway in couple of seconds. 

It's 10:00PM, I think she's not at home. Where did she go? I thought. I waited another fifteen minutes, I guess she's testing my patience. After thirty eight minutes she came. She got down from a cab completely drunk.She's unable to stand properly.She pulled a small purse from her bag and took few dollars. Before paying the cab fare, she counted thrice. What a waste? I thought. For five more minutes she stood at the gate and turned to me as if she saw me. Like always she flipped her hair and blown the hair strands which are blocking her eyes. Jesus! I said aloud than expected. "You!" She screamed facing towards me. Is she referring me? She's looking at me and fussing something but not audible.She, pointing me pushed her bag aside rubbing her eyes for a clear view. I guess she's getting closer to me. Every step she took is causing pain in my palms for clutching the steering more aggressively. Hmmn! not because I'm irritated but because she made herself look so miserable. By the way, why am I using 'She' and observing her every move in my mind. I'm acting strange cluelessly I said to myself. "You stalker, get down from the car", She said again. "How dare you not to obey me? Didn't I tell you to come and meet me." She's saying all that hastily walking uneasily with those high heels. Better stand there, I said and quickly got down from the car. I held her hand and slowly lifed her into my arms and walked swiftly to her apartment. All the way, she's smiling grabbing my shirt tightly. "Why did you come actually?" She asked. Did I hurt your ego? What do you think the envelope has? Did you expect a love letter? Hmmn! my number or... " 
Stop it I said interrupting her nonsense since I'm already frustrated with that act.  I shoved her away on the couch and sat next to her. Switched on all the lights to see how her apartment looks like. I was surprised. It's just like an asylum. It is a small room, smaller than the washroom at my hotel having kitchen and attached washroom within that space.  Small bed at the corner and a small table and chair with an audio box beside the window. Broken mirror. All clothes are dropped on the floor. Half eaten bread slices. Opened jam bottle. And a bit smelly dustbin. Beside that two big suitcases. She walked uneasily over the things that are lying and slept on that dirty bed without dusting it. That innocent face, helpless posture and most importantly the tears that are falling on her smiling face is too much to handle. What to do? Where to start? How to act? Several phrases popped in my mind. Though I prepared to leave my feet didn't helped me to move. I pulled my sleeves up, unbuttoned the first two buttons of my shirt and opened the window to allow the fresh air to occupy the place.  I piled up all the clothes on the floor to the corner and pulled a chair and sat in front of her. What's wrong? It's not this bad when I heard about her. No one mentioned this. They just spoke that Mr Jackson has met with an accident and all their inheritance was bankrupted. But they said she flew overseas and returned recently. Did she spent all the money and came back. What is this drunken state? She didn't quit drinking too. 

Mr Jackson's spoiled daughter acted recklessly like before and hurted everyone.I recollected my old memories with her father,  but coming to this girl I feel uneasy to 
recollect what happened. I checked the entire room once again. Though it seems as an offense to go through the girl's stuff, I have no other choice. They were pictures of concerts and bands, accessories,different brand cosmetics, and a broken picture frame underneath the bed with her father smiling. Woah! she is cute there. I hate people who fake smile like that I thought. I silently locked the door and came out.

Chapter 8

"What are you doing with that picture?" Asked my dad when it is dangling within my fingers. Don't exaggerate, calm down I said. "Just throw that away? Where did you hide all those stuff when I managed to get rid of them", He said again. Dad! tell me what exactly happened to Mr Jackson's family? I asked seriously. "Jackson's? Why do you care now?" He asked. "Go take rest and sleep well. Tomorrow accompany Fiona, She's hosting award ceremony which is happening next weekend he said. Award Ceremony?" Is this what you are talking about? I questioned putting an invitation in front of him. "Yeah, this is the one. It is going to be her best show. So, help her", adviced my dad. I will, if you tell me what I asked, I said stressing every word. "You need not know something that happened long ago. I wish you to stay away from this", he said. Don't let me dig our dirty work dad, It'll be tough to face I said. I found something in her room. A good one, which can lead me there I thought.

"Hey Jason!" Said Fiona tapping her eye lashes. Whatever she does, there is no effect on me I thought.In order to avoid her girlish talk, I diverted the topic. "Let me help you", I said."Thanks, by the way this is the list of VVIP invitees which needed to be .... ", She blabbered. Okay I said checking out the invitee list. My name is found on the top. So, I will be invited to this? I asked raising a brow. "Yeah you, you have to attend this with your partner", she replied. Partner?? Oh now I got it. This is why she called me. She want to ask me to be her partner for that day. Am I looking stupid to accept her request. Or Is she considering me as one of the weak people who fall into her trap. What about Luke? He will come there definitely being on the list. He don't miss a chance to lure women. I have my own tactics to deal with the situation I thought. "Will you come with me?" Asked Fiona interrupting me. Me? with You? is the expression I gave. "It's okay if you have partner already", she said immediately to cover her disappointment. Thanks I replied and walked out. As soon as I came out, I called my driver to ask about her. "She is at home", he said. Didn't go to work? I asked. Maybe she is suffering with hangover I thought. Yeah, as much as I know she is weak at handling drinks. I don't know what happened but she looked sad yesterday. No way, she can never get hurt that much for petty things. There must be something bothering her. Is that the reason she want to talk to me? Or she want to know Why I'm stalking her? Whatever the reason might be I need to go and see her. Since she asked me to meet the other day, I took that as an excuse and headed to Borough.

..........

Knocked her door, there's no response. After few seconds, I went barging in instead of waiting outside. Are you okay? I asked her. She sat on the bed looking confused. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" She asked. Me? I stammered. You asked me to come I said reflecting her words. "Oh! that's you", She said as if she never seen me. Yeah, That's me I said covering my embarrassment. "Take your seat she said pointing to the chair there. I'll wash my face and come, meantime go through this", She said passing a magazine. It is old, a bit dusty. The cover picture of the magazine is 'She' again. Below the picture it is written as Miss Amelia Jackson is again listed as top hottest woman.... And she's going to be the show stopper at the Network Elixir Fashion Show. Inside the magazine, they were pictures of her and her father, her interviews.... What are all these? Why is she showing me this? Is she boasting about her past? Or is she sad that she's missing all this? I didn't get it so I waited for her sitting cross legged,folding my hands and leaning comfortably in the chair. "Are you bored?" She asked me. What do you want with me? I asked directly. "With You?  I'm least expecting anything from you", She replied fueling my temper. Why did you call me then? I asked her. "Call you? I never had your number", she said with a sly smile. Really? I asked raising a brow. My driver said that you want to talk to me? I said adjusting my expression. "Your driver? Ah! that guy so you are the owner of that stalker", she said recklessly. What is she trying to do? I guess she's using me to relieve her stress I thought. What do you want? I asked finally not ruining her mood. "I want to go to the award ceremony", She blurted. Award Ceremony? I questioned seriously. "Yeah! this weekend at 7:30PM the most prestigious award function at Newyork city. I know you have slightest idea about it, so don't make me drain my energy talking about it. Check this", she said and gave a piece of pamphlet. When I was busy going through the content "Take me there" She said simply. Simply? No it was an order dammit. What is that? For a moment I felt pity and showered a pinch of mercy putting my hatred aside, but she threw her attitude on me. I can't take this anymore. "Don't feel bad. I don't ask more than that. Just get me in and act as a stranger, rest all I can handle", She said. I think you need to add please or something if you want things to happen your way I said mocking her. "I don't have that habit", she said without changing her expression. When I was about to say something, her phone is ringing. 
Craziness is the attire I choose....
Childishness is what within....
Cruelity is the mask I wear....." 

This is the song she chose as her ringtone. That's true.Cruelty is the mask she's wearing and pretending she's strong and same. This women is really giving goosebumps."Do you wish to die?" She screamed."I can't stand this", she said again. I don't know who is speaking on the other end, her reaction is too aggressive. "I already have boyfriend", she said. Boyfriend? Who is that? Is it Luke or some other.Is he rich? Or... When I'm immersed in my own thoughts She gave the phone to me. "Speak", she said. What? Is my expression to her sudden act. "He wants to talk to you", She said. Hello! I said after a pause. "Are you her boyfriend?" He screamed apparently hurting my eardrum. I was surprised to hear that. I turned to her but she immediately turned around. "Yeah, Likewise", I replied casually. "Where are you? Meet me", he said. I'm in her apartment I said. "Don't joke? She never takes anyone to her apartment", he said. "I know, she hates taking strangers to her place", I said catching the situation. "Shut up and tell me the address", he screamed. Sorry, we have plans now, I said. "Do you have anything to say?" I asked her mimicking. "Don't mind him, just hang the call", she said. "No, listen...", he started saying something but I took the chance to warn him. "Don't ever dare to call my GirlFriend again", I said at the end.

She is smiling. I have seen that too.There is no need to feel happy except feeling burdensome. "So, you can come and pick me at 6:30 PM right? I don't think you are busy?" She said. I didn't say a word. Her confidence is so strong that nobody doubts the lie which I accepted a few minutes ago. I excused myself when my dad called me. Don't bluff me now? Tell me what are you doing there? He asked. Dad! I said trying to explain things. But no chance there's no way since he didn't let me speak a word. Come to office immediately he ordered. What is he trying to do? What does he mean by that? Why is he so angry for this small thing? I thought and rushed to the office immediately.
"Meet my son Jason", Said my dad to an elderly man. "Nice meeting you lad", he said. I nodded acknowledging him. "Dylan, bring those documents", said my dad in his casual tone yet sounding commanding. "What are those documents?" I asked Dylan. "They were property documents", He said. Give precise replies Dylan I said coldly. "We are registering few properties", he said to the point. That's obvious. These days my dad is investing in real estate to gain quick profits. So, why am I here? I asked. "Boss is transferring them on your name", he said. So, he needs my signature right now. That's the reason for his temper I thought.


"Did you go out of your mind?" Asked my father when I'm resting in my cabin. Not yet I replied. "I heard you are ignoring Fiona for some poor girl", he said. Poor? My foot. She's never comparable to anyone I thought. "Fiona, likes you a lot", he said softly. "Listen son, you should know what is best for you. Your age wants to run after measely things but later on you regret for it. I dreamed a better life for you....", He's going on with his dreamy words. I don't want to become like you dad I said after a pause. "Me? Who asked you to become me?" He said. "I want you to have a decent, luxurious life with power in your hands. All these fake people will turn back once our empire falls down. You need to be careful. This is what I have learned from my experiences", he said softly. 


Chapter 9

"Dylan come with me", I said. "What happened? Are they any threats? Or loss in business?" I asked. "Well! nothing like that", he said. 
"Then what is the reason behind my old man's speech?" I asked. "I know nothing about that", he said simply. Let me find it then I thought. 
That night I couldn't sleep because of dad's talk especially accepting myself as her boyfriend. That's too much. Why does she want to go there? What happened with Luke and who is the other guy I spoke today. Anyways, since I got his number I asked Dylan to find details about him.

The next morning my driver came with another envelope from her. I should not fool myself again. I don't want things to get under her control. Oh! that means she should not take me granted. "Sir, she said that there is a letter within and asked me to get your reply", he said honestly. "Who's paying you the salary?" I questioned him. He didn't say a word. He understood that I'm already furious. Letter, Come out of it! This time she can't fool me. Will you take that off I said. My words are different to my intentions. He understood very well so he left the letter there and walked out silently. Please do tell me what is wrong with me? It's not too late, I can pretend with good boy instincts I thought. I took the letter and opened it expecting the worst. But to my surprise, there's a card. Not just a card but signature of her father, my hero and 

a letter. 

Dear boy,
You know very well about me. You know very well what you are learning.
You know very well about your passion.You know very well about your dream.
So open your eyes and work hard for it. You can touch the stars with the beauty in your voice...

Your Jackson.

This is what written in it. Is she trying to fool me is what popped up in my mind. Oh! goodness. For a moment I cursed her, but when I checked his signature, it's his. Exactly the same one which I took at his first concert visit. Oh! I sighed, unable to understand how to react. I decided to visit her that evening. I waited at her work place since afternoon.Yes, I sounded stupid, what to do anxiousness is killing me. At half past 5, she rushed out and got into the car. "Let's go", she said taking off her glasses and setting her hair. "I need to get a dress for the event", She said. So this is what she's expecting to have in return with that letter. "Go to Ken's place", She Ordered. Ken is one of the best designer in the city. Her place is always pounded with luxury and elegance. That's true since I'm there with her. But what happens if Ken recognizes her? I thought and glanced at her. Then I realized she is not the beauty that New York fallen for, she's just princess in rags and never be recognized until they take a close look.

"May I help you?" Questioned one of the Ken's assistant as soon as we entered. "Want an outfit for her", I said pointing to the girl who is looking herself in the mirror. Though she's looking dirty, she's admiring her beauty. "Sure, but I don't think you can afford our style and price for simple parties", said another assistant. "I don't think so because I want to buy the costliest dress that is lying here", I said coldly. "Don't bother him, just get the best one", she said flipping her hair. 

A smile appeared on my face. She tried few dresses, and few more accessories but choose none. Then came Ken with some of her friends. "Hey! Ken, Can I get the best", Said one of them. "I need a long and red one", said another. "I need something that makes me look hot", said the other. "Sure girls, let me put all the new designs in front of you so that you can select", Said Ken. Her two assistants who are helping her rushed to assist Ken and her friends. There she was standing alone holding a red short length frock with gold fringe hanging upto her knees. "That's good one", said someone grabbing the dress from her hand. "Really? Do you like it?" Asked Ken to her friend. "Excuse me mam! Can I show you another one?" Asked another assistant when she's staring at them. "No I want mine", she said stressing every syllable. She acted strong, so I started ignoring her by looking into my phone. "Actually they want to take that piece", said the assistant again. "I said I want it", she said strongly adding command in her voice. "Please understand mam,you select some other one. If you want we provide you discount", they said requesting her. She don't want to loose that dress definitely so she turned back to call me. I acted too busy as a stranger. For a moment she stared at me as she wants to ask something. "Pick whatever you want, don't waste my time", I said rudely. "Your boyfriend also suggested to take another, so please mam check these", said the assistant . Boyfriend? Did she consider me as her boyfriend? I thought. These days thinking about the possibilities that are dragging me towards her increased. So, I stepped out to get a fresh air. "Hey! Jason!" Screamed a girl. Without turning back I recognized her to be unlucky Fiona. She is dreamy and happy. "Ken", She called. "Do you know who he is, Jason my boyfriend", she introduced to her friends pulling me in. "Boyfriend in sense, a friend, just a good friend", I said eyeing on that girl. Ken's assistant is horrified and chuckled carelessly.
She turned to her right seeming to check few dresses but I'm sure she's keenly observing us in corner of her eye. Don't panic is the line I want to say her but cannot. She has weird way of expressing her emotions. "Oh! My!" He accompanied her. "That's lovely of you", Screamed those girls. "What do you wish to wear?" Asked Ken to Fiona eyeing me. "That red one", I said which is held by one of those girls. "Take it", they said and immediately Fiona went to try that. "Mam, can you try this?" 
Assistant asked that girl who is sitting helplessly hiding her face with the curls of her hair. "Jeez! You are lovely", they said. "You like it?" She asked me. I didn't bother to look at her. "I understand, you don't like it right?" She said and went to change immediately. Ken brought something new and asked her try them. It took a while. She sat there all alone without turning her back. "Mam! please make it quick. If you don't like anything here you can come next week. We will be getting  new collections", She said suppressing her smile. Though she heard her she didn't move. It irritated me. After half an hour, Fiona and her friends grabbed few dresses  throwing that red dress aside.  Though Fiona asked me to drop her home I asked to leave cheering her up with my smile. Meantime, I picked that red dress and payed for 
it. Then that girl stood silently and walked out. Maybe she's going home but no, she was heading to the church nearby. She went in and sat at last bench putting her bag aside. She's neither praying nor cursing for her misfortune. She's just staring into space. What's wrong? I thought. 

"How are you my Girl!" Said one sister who is passing by. "I'm good sister", she replied with a fake smile. Then a song went on, she sat there tapping her fingers sinking to the music and nodding her head. This is unusual. When I heard the lyrics that are going on I understood what she's going through.

"dont panic just dont panic,
close your eyes tight and bend a little
turn your right and turn your left
dont panic just dont panic
hold your toes without bending
dont panic just dont panic
start counting without cursing
it relieves stress and make you smile
it lessens your burden and makes you lighter
it saves you beauty and overweighing thoughts...

...
...
dont panic just dont panic
care less and walk straight
open the door in front of you
dont panic just dont panic
hold on for a moment until you get back to yourself
dont panic just dont panic
smile hard when things are not easy
cry hard when when everything is easy

dont panic just dont panic"

"That song was sung by Mr Jackson for her daughter when she lost her first tooth. This was appeasing but why now is the question?" 
"This is a general interview but it was just a waste of a question", said someone from the crowd. 
"She's my life and she felt sad when she lost an opportunity, so I sang for her to cheer her up . This song was written by my wife to soothe my pain when I was rejected as a singer and this is the song I hum whenever my little girl is in pain", he answered.

................
So, I guess she's feeling bad for a worthless reason. I waited till I spotted her at the exit door of the church hall. "We are late", I said softly. She walked slowly, rigidly and sat in the car. I dropped her at home and before leaving I gave a packet which has that red dress. "You don't know me", She said. "I know you better", I replied. "If you know me, you will never give that to me", she said surprisingly. "Just open it and check yourself before assuming things", I said. She rested her back for a second and opened the packet. There she found the red frock but not the one she tried and not the one she wish to have but it's more beautiful than everything. 

"My promise will never go in vain", I murmured. Her lips curved into a smile and that moment I wished time to stop ticking further. "Oh! that's too pretty", She said after a brief moment avoiding my glance. "Then... ",I interrupted her and said "Don't think much. "You will be gorgeous in front of everyone even with your ugly attire", I assured. She chuckled but tears are almost at the edge of her eyes. "Now tell me why do you want to go there?", I asked. "You still asking me this when you know everything?" She questioned me after a pause. Our eyes met and she looked as if she knew me all the way. "By the way, pick me at 7:15, I don't want to miss the red carpet event", she said easing that uncomfortable moment. 


Chapter 10

She left me in awe. Dylan called me and requested to come at to dad's office. What now? I thought. "Please stop that", said my dad to someone in call. Dylan and George were standing beside him. "If you act evil, I can act worse", he said. "What happened?" I asked Dylan. He didn't say a word."Shall we meet and talk smoothly", he asked. "Who is he speaking to? Is he Brady?" I asked. Dylan didn't say a word instead he stood worried. These crazy people won't answer me anything is what I realised so I waited in my cabin uneasily. Took off my jacket as usually and sat in front of my desk. I remembered my old times to calm my senses, this place is my favourite one since he used to teach me music here. 

"What do you want to learn?" He asked on the very first day of our class. "Why do you want to learn by the way?" He asked stressing every word. I didnt understand what he is trying to say. Anyways my blank expression explained everything. "Okay, I sensed your passion towards music but you should have some inspiration", he stated sitting in front of me. "Every heart listens your song differently... and either soothes the pain lying within or makes you fly on clouds anyways that happens when you fall in love", he said smiling. I couldn't understand at all, maybe I'm not good enough to speak about music thought roused immediately.. "And do you think your are worthy enough to ..... ", he asked.
"Sir, I don't know I said interrupting him. What all I have understood is, I have fallen for your voice and your fingers which plays music", I replied dreamily staring at him ignoring all his questions. "I know everyone loves my music but you observed my fingers and understood the weariness on it. I appreciate that and you are worth of learning the best", he said smiling.

"Guitar or Piano?" He asked walking in to his personal studio. "The two instruments have two different styles of expressing your emotions. Softness and beauty is expressed with keys your fingers choose. The wild,arrogance and love can be expressed through the delicate strings. Both are beyond expression. Heart speaks more than that", he said emotionally happy.
"I didn't understand your words again", I said.
"Sorry, I shouldn't be talking something like this to you. Let me be more clear. What do you wish to learn, Piano or Guitar?" He Asked immediately and more precisely.
"Which one is the best?" I asked. 
"Hmmn! Don't worry, I will teach you a song on both of them. You will realise what you like", he said simply.
............

"He's my love", I said aloud. Being a perfect man, I shouldn't be saying this I thought knocking my head uneasily. Then the door flung open bringing back to reality. "I'm glad that you were going with Fiona", Said dad. "What's wrong with you dad? Don't push Fiona on me", I said casually shrugging. 
"Son, She's the perfect girl", he said.
"I don't find her attractive", I said simply.
"That means you found someone attractive. When will you introduce that girl?" He asked.
"Which girl?" I said.
"The one you are following. Dylan said you are tagging along. And your poor driver is cursing his job", he smirked saying that. I rolled my eyes avoiding his gaze. "She's no one dad. And not that important too" I said.  
"That's fine if you say so but don't avoid Fiona", he said finally. I nodded like we'll see about it. "Then who is that poor girl you are chasing the other day?" he questioned again.

"Don't start again dad, I didn't come to chase the girls in New York", I said avoiding his next questions. 


Chapter 11

It's already 6:30 PM. She asked me to come at 7:15 PM. I'm still sitting in my hotel room messy. Should I go? I thought. She insisted with her blue eyes making me go weak. When I'm in my thoughts, my driver called me. "Don't say that she wants to talk to me or she's asking me to come", I said restlessly. "No sir, She went out", he said. "All dressed up?" I questioned curiously. "Yeah sir", he said. "Don't say that some idiot came to pick her up", I said uneasily. "Sorry sir", he replied. That means she went with some guy. It's proven that she used me. You are fooled Jason... not just once. It's again and again I said to myself. I asked Dylan to trace her, mean while I got dressed up and rushed to Borough. Why am I heading there, feeling uncomfortable I thought. "Sir she is at medical store near her house", he said after few minutes. "Give the directions", I said and headed immediately. I saw her with someone getting into the car crossing the road. I ran towards her hurriedly without locking my car. I quickly grabbed her hand and held her beside me. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked furiously. "We don't have time, we need to rush", she said without answering me. "I know we are going to miss your favourite red carpet event but tell me about the guy who is sitting in the car" I asked gripping her hand tightly. "Jason, Come with me", she said making space asking me to sit beside her. I have no intention to listen her explanations but want to hear her lies so I sat beside her. She wore a long coat on top of that dress. She made her hair like a bun leaving some curls on her face. No ear rings, no neck pieces but she looked adorable. Her perfume is enough to attract everyone. I inhaled her scent silently and calmed my senses. We stopped at a big mansion. So, this guy is taking her to his 
house instead of that event. They are going to have some retreat. But why did she call me? I thought.

"Come", She said holding my hand. "Are you nuts? Why did you bring others?" Someone asked. "No Miss, he accompanied her", said the man who driven us. So, he must be the driver I assumed. "Where is she? Take her to his room quickly now", said that woman.  What? To his room? What's going on here? I thought tightening my fist. But to my surprise, she left me alone and rushed to the top floor.  My mind said to leave immediately but my legs pushed me behind her. For a moment she paused holding the door knob. Then came a doctor holding some medicines. "How is the he?" she asked stammering. "Are you the Princess?" He asked. "Yeah", she nodded. Princess? Is he mad? I thought. "He's waiting for you", he said. By the way who is that 'he' I thought and sneaked into the room. There is a small boy lying on the bed. When we walked in, he opened his eyes and smiled helplessly. "Oh my Price!" she said. "Why are you acting like this when I'm busy", She said mimicking like a kid. "I'm feeling bad for not taking you to rides", he sounded like an adult. "Don't be, I found someone for that", she said pointing me. I loosened my tie hearing that. I sat on the couch nearby watching them. "I missed your foodies", he said. "I brought them, but don't dare to touch when you are not well", She said again with attitude. "That's fine. It's just a fever that can be controlled with few pills",he said. She took out the milk powder from her purse and put on that lamp shade table. "Come back to school, I miss your voice", she murmured. "I promise", he said. That ten year old kid's promise brought her genuine smile back. I loved it. That smile when she's truly happy is seen after a long time. I loved it. Yeah, I really loved it. Maybe this is the charm she's holding to mesmerize everyone I thought.

...

"Breathe", he said looking at me. Then I realized that I'm holding my breathe and staring at her. I felt embarrassed, getting caught by a kid is really stupid situation. "Who is he?" He asked smirking at me. "She's my girlfriend", I replied. She looked at me angrily. "You agreed to that", I said shrugging. "Then Cinderella will be going with that charming prince", he said. That sounded sincere from that innocent boy. "Yeah, but we are going to be late to the party", she said. After five minutes we came down. And the woman greeted asking her to come back tomorrow. She replied with a smile. "What is all this?" I questioned her. "A fairy tale", she said. 

"Drop us where he left the car", She said to the driver. "Yes Mam", he nodded. "Don't you want to get ready?" I asked. She didn't reply. "We are late. We are going to miss your red carpet event", I said again to gain her attention. She's not listening instead she is looking outside the window and enjoying the moment. After few seconds she opened her bag and took a small picture of the little kid and her. She flipped back and read something written there. "Don't worry, I'm there for you" Are the words written with a smiley drawn. Definitely it must be that kid's art I thought. She was happy. Maybe she realized the value of people and their selfless love instead of money and pride. But this is not the first time she reacted like this. Whatever, I should make her day the best to gain extra points than that kid I felt. 

As soon as we got down I made few calls and took her to Jolly's Magic room. It's a best parlor that I heard of. "Oh My! Am I dreaming?" Questioned Aunt Jolly, a 40 year old women dressed up beautifully like always. "Jason, I missed you in the party", she said. "Sorry Aunt Jolly, I have another plans to attend", I said looking at the girl. "Don't tell me you are just visiting me for nothing?" She said eyeing both of us. 
"Yeah like you guesed I need your help", I said. "Sure dear", she replied. I dragged her in and put the girl in front of Aunt Jolly. " Oh My Jesus! Am I dreaming? 

Screamed Jolly.She insisted that she wants nothing because Aunt Jolly already knew this fashion princess. But I didn't step back since I chose to present her as fashion queen instead of an ugly duckling. My queen! is the quite idiotic remark I felt for that moment. "I don't want to gain attention", She reminded me for the 100th time. "I know dear, let me do this to Jackie's kid", replied Aunt Jolly. "Your dad and I have special time together.. He was my Prince and I'm his bandit queen", Said Aunt Jolly. That girl looked surprised. "In my dreams", she said again easing the situation. It is almost 8:00 PM. The red carpet event must be done and it is time for the main event. "We are too late", she said. "I hate to miss it", she murmured under her breadth nervously. "Trust me!" I said holding her hand tightly before getting down from SUV.

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! LOOK WHO'S HERE? WOAHHHHHHH! Jackson's Princess is here......It's amazing...She's back ...Click.. Click...Click.. And Jason, the hansome Prince of Grant's family, son of Logan ...That's a big news.... And they look amazing together...... is all over the news. 


Chapter 12

Everyone surrounded us as soon as we stepped out. She is scared and I'm nervous not that we are new to this stuff  but because she gripped my arm very tightly.  Bouncers did their job perfectly helping us get in, though all the cameras foccussed us. Since when 'US' started affecting me I don't know. She held my hand tightly all the way walking beside me. I didn't get whether she did purposefully or unknowingly. We sat in the first row when all the brilliant eyes are staring at us. "I feel suffocated sometimes facing these crowds", she murmured. "Don't worry", I said.
"It's happy and magnificient to stand before these amazing people..... ",began the event with a speech. "How did this happened?" She whispered. "What?" I asked doubtfully. "Why did the event got delayed?" She asked. "How do I know?" I said acting innocent. "Hey! Young Man!" said the old and best actor of my dad times who ruled young women hearts with his charm. 

"Hey Uncle! Thank You", I said. "Anytime you're welcome", he replied. "By the way, girl", he said turning to her. "Be careful, girls will try to steal your man", he remarked. Her man? Her Prince? Her boyfriend? were the words I heard consecutively in these two days. She smiled without changing her expression. "He's always mine", she replied casually. My heart skipped a beat.

............

"Can you walk?" I asked when she is stumbling to walk upto her room. "I'm just okay, thanks", she said. Thanks.. after all this she's saying thanks casually in that drunken state otherwise even that is not outspoken. "Wow! let me help you", I said holding her waist letting her weight lean on me, carefully helping her open the door. "J... Jas..JASON.. Why do you want to impress me?" She asked when I was leaving. "Why do you hate me?" She asked after a pause. What is she speaking? I hate her, that's the known fact but why do I try to impress her. "Why do you act strange? ... Why do you help me when I asked you nothing..",  She is mumbling in her sleep which I'm not clear about. Out of all that I hate you is the most famous line I heard faintly. Those words pricked my heart. Without wasting a second I walked out covering her with blanket and closing the window which is letting chilling breeze in. I felt completely different. No she is different today.

"Can you tell me what is the most frequently asked question to me?" Asked Fiona the moment I opened my door. "What?" I asked. "Are you single?" she replied walking in like always without caring me. "So?" I asked raising my brow leaning casually on the door. "What do you think my answer was all these years?" She asked glaring at me. "How do I know when I'm not here?" I said carelessly in an irritating tone. She felt sad I guess, she sat on the couch uneasily and looked at me. "Jason! Can I have a chance with you?" She asked on my face. I know, some day or the other she will be posing this question. I tried explaining to her but she still posed that question even though she knows what I'm going to say. The main concept here is she is my dad's friend daughter. She's a lovely girl who is independent and confident with good fortune. So, my dad wished she would become her daughter-in-law. That's too much I thought. I shouldn't hurt her, if done by any means my dad is going to get hurt. How can I bring this up to her "that I can least accept you as my friend". "Answer me Jason", she asked one more time. Though her eyes are pleading me to say Yes, I answered NO. "By the way, are you saying no because of the girl you showed up at the party?" She asked this time concealing her expression. I thought to say No but my answer was I don't know. I felt neither strange nor surprised. "Amelia Jackson! Right? She's the one you are crazy after", She questioned stomping her foot. "Fiona!" I said reaching her through couple of strides. "She is the scariest girl we knew since childhood. Don't you remember?" She said speaking of the past. "I do", I accepted rolling my eyes. "Are you helping her?" She asked. "Did you forget how she messed with everyone with her attitude? Don't you remember the reason why you were sent to England?" Were all the questions she asked at a time. "Stop it Fiona, I remember everything and you don't have the right to question me", I said and asked her to leave immediately pointing the door. "I guess you are confused Jason. She never changes, after all she dumped your ego....", She went on with her own choice of words. "Me? I never considered her as someone important", I said softly. "Oops! Did I say something wrong Jason? Why is your expression like that?" She asked as if like... no need to mention it. "Fiona, you are welcome to leave", I said sarcastically sounding to get lost from here. "It's okay but don't forget that uncle will not be happy with you", she said before leaving. "Wow! I know that already", I said to myself. I can't hurt her more than that.


Dylan came with serious face the  very next morning. "What's wrong?" I questioned because he never come to my hotel room. "Are you serious with her?" He asked all of sudden. "What?" I asked about what he mean by that. "That girl from Queens, she is everywhere in the newspaper. Her name was added with yours... Your intimate pictures were rolling in the internet", he continued. I flipped different newspapers which are lying there and checked internet especially gossip news. "Prepare for an explaination, boss will be here any moment", he warned. Surprisingly, though he sounded to warn me, he's scared to death to face my dad. "Don't worry I will take care of it", I said cheering him up.  


Chapter 13

After an hour, my dad barged in with his new secretary. "Do you even have idea what you are doing?" He screamed deafening everyone's ears. "Dad!" I said lazily. "I doubted you, but when Dylan said she's a random girl I never expected to be this girl", he said loudly. "Why do you get exaggerated?" I asked him casually. Both Dylan and dad's secretary went out expecting a big fight between us. "I already had enough son, better pack up and back to England", he said. "Am I looking like a kid?" I asked pushing the vase aside which is beside me. "Yeah, you are a kid to me", he said calmly. "6'foot, 24 years greatly build up man looks like a kid to you?That's due to your poor eye sight I guess", I said rudely. "Shut up Jason",  He screamed. "Dad! You are overeacting for a measely thing", I said. "These pictures cannot be counted as measely, Jason. You are not careful at all, I warned you to stay away from that Jackson girl", He said loosing his last bit of patience. "Okay! enough dad. I'll be careful from now", I said raising hands in the air. "Dylan, he screamed. Dylan came rushing in lowering his head to obey his order. "From now, you take care of his business, every detail must be on my table", said my dad taking away my freedom. "Stop making me look like a fool", I said but without listening he walked out of my room.

Though I tried to wipe the irritation from my mind nothing counted to help me. It rather fueled me with a text message on my phone. "Thank you, we found what we are 
trying to find all these years", is what it said. Are you kidding me? What are you finding? And Who the hell is he? I thought. I called Dylan and asked to get information about that restricted number in an hour. Mean while I went to shower to calm myself.

Cold water never help me out rather it makes me anxious. I have not dared to step out of line all these years, but now once for all I just went all the way to make her happy, smile and the blush on her cheeks, those creamy eyes and her hair almost everything ran in my mind. She is the one I know. I am confident that she never changed but anyways she didn't change at all. Her beauty is pulling me on my knees. When I remembered the night before, the best moments with her, I realized she succeeded in her plan. I was watching her miserable but she made me miserable all the while.  I am going crazy I thought and came out of the shower. But it didn't help, seeing all the magazines everywhere lying in my hotel room infuriated me more. I called Dylan and said that I wanted to go home immediately. 

Chapter 14 

"This is some private number, you're saying but it is someone's we can't track", said Dylan. "What do you mean we can't trace?" I asked him specifically. "That means, this is someone who is not easy to catch", Said Dylan simply. "How rude you are Dylan? Just because dad has given you chance to fool me that doesn't mean you can do it", I said not giving him the chance to speak another word. "Seriously Sir, I have checked thoroughly", He said surely. "Then why they message me again?" I asked showing him the other which came one hour ago. "Don't try to act smart, you can't catch me", It said. "Who is this?" Said Dylan to himself furiously. "That's what I'm asking you , What's going on? And don't tell me dad is behind this?" I asked raising a brow. "Why would boss get involved in this?" Questioned Dylan. "Because he wants to send me back", I simply stated the possibility." But still it's not boss. Let me check once again", He said walking out of those big doors. 

  "What's happening?" Asked my mom. "Nothing mom", I said though she seemed to guess that something is fishy. "I don't understand you guys, always in your own worlds", She Said.
"Why do you say that mom?" I asked her without showing much interest in her words. "I don't think you listen to me Jason", She said sitting beside me. Her words pricked me, disappointment in her tone has overwhelming emotion in it. "See, your dad is hiding something from me just like you", She pointed it. "Why do you think like that mom? I have nothing to hide", I said holding her hand. I was confused, for a moment I had another set of thoughts.  So, instead of sitting here better see her is what my mind suggested. Immediately I went straight to Borough.

Chapter 15

All the press and media surrounded her small apartment. No way to reach her. What is happening? Why all this commotion? And what is she doing there? I thought. My driver helped in clearing the way but many eyes stared at me, most of them with hatred. Media surrounded me with cameras and microphones with all sorts of questions. 

"Congratulations!!!!!!!! So, Amelia Jackson is your fianceeeeee!!!!!! When is the weddingggggg?????? Why did you keep your relationship secretttttt????????? Whennn???Whatttt??? Howwwww???? "

Embarrassing! How can they pose such questions when there is nothing between us I thought. This is why she locked herself, I realized. Meantime Dylan called me. "Sir, why did you go there?" he asked. I can sense his tone. He is worried, if my dad gets to know the scene, he will be the one to face the consequences. But never mind that's not my problem I thought and hanged the call without answering him, slowly walking to her apartment. It was silent. I can sense it. Curiosity is killing me. What is she thinking? What is she doing actually? were the questions irritating me. Without any delay, I knocked the door. "You're Welcome!!!" is the answer I heard.

Chapter 16

I was surprised watching her. How can she? I thought. She is painting her nails ignoring all the outside commotion. "What's the matter?" She asked simply without looking at me. Such bad attitude, she never changed I thought. Don't! I can't entertain that anymore I said simply pulling a chair. "Me too", She replied. "You can leave if you are uncomfortable" She said. This time looking at me sensibly. Oh!!! now you are asking me to leave. I exclaimed. I thought, you will be scared or worried or something like that, but good, like always you are carefree and ignorant I blurted letting out my anger. "Great! you know me better than I thought", She said sounding sarcastic. Yeah! after all you are my master's daughter. I should know at least that much I said covering up my embarrassment. "At least that much?? That sounds stupid right?" She said fueling my anger. What's wrong with you? what are you trying to do now? I asked doubtfully at the same time re-assessing the devil in her mind. "You Jason Grant! you can leave now", She said simply. Her reaction surprised me more than anything. That's my choice, I replied balancing my composure. "Choices!! my foot!!! I am fed up with such words", She blurted. SHE IS BACK!!! She is not the girl I saw yesterday. Unwillingly I accepted that she is "AMELIA JACKSON, loving daughter of my master" I thought. "Your mind speaks louder than your words, better be careful. I am not interested", She said. I literally felt her rejection once again. Deep down those words buried my heart,  reminding the old days back.

Chapter 17

"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked when I was practicing the tune I learned from my master. Practicing! I said. "That's not what I mean?" She said. I didn't understand her. "You are too talented to learn all this stuff from my dad, better don't waste your time for me. Get lost!!! She said. I was surprised. What she said confused me all this time. I used to remember this whenever I play this tune. Maybe  because, this is her favorite tune and her father always played whenever she is sad. But! that moment my heart said something else.

Cruelty struck my heart, the moment she rejected me with her careless statement. Likewise again, She again rejected me. That's ....... I have no words to express. I don't know if I'm sad or angry or........ in PAIN.

Chapter 18

"Amelia Jackson is all over the news again. This is stupid, how can she gain stardom over a night", Screamed Lene. "Ame!" Echoed her friends. "Stop it", Scolded her friends. "Lene! don't get jealous", said one of the girl who is reading about Ame in the newspaper.  "Jealous?? Me jealous about that looooser!!!" Asked Lene furiously. "Maybe", said the girl pointing some pics in newspaper. "Ame is a lucky girl. See,young and handsome Mr Grant,  is escorting her", Said the girl infuriating Lene. "Get out" Screamed Lene. Her friends left immediately. After some time, she took the paper and saw the pics in the next page and screamed breaking a glass vase. "I lost again, I lost agaaaaiiiiiin", Said Lene under her breath. 

Fiona is crying in her room holding Jason's mother. "I'm sorry Fiona, She said softly. No, auntie, please you don't say that" she said wiping her tears. Her face became red, she has nothing to speak to her. This must be solved with Jason. But no-way, because he always cleared that he has no interest on her. But Fiona ... poor Fiona being a successful event organizer, she felt like a looser. Amelia Jackson, out of no where this Miss Jackson grabbed her man is what she is regretting. "I will talk to him", Said Jason's mother. "No... No need auntie. I need some space to clear my thoughts", She replied.

Chapter 19

"Miss, where are you? Where did you go? And by the way your new make over is quite charming", said the kindergarten teacher. "Thanks", Said Amelia with no expression. "Where did you do your hair, its really gorgeous, hope it is cheap", She asked again. Amelia is feeling impatient with so many questions. "Did I see you anywhere? Because your face is familiar. Have you done plastic surgery to your face to look more pretty?" She said while touching Ame's face. "Stop it", Said Amelia rudely. "Sorry", said that woman with embarrassment. "Why I feel so empty", Thought Amelia getting out from there. "Maybe you are feeling sorry", said a voice from behind. She stopped abruptly. "Don't I deserve sorry Amelia Jackson, Said Jason from behind. He simply following her with his hands in his pockets lazily. "OHHH Stop it. You think too much", She said without looking behind. I thought you are someone for a second but proved me wrong like your father, He said. For his remarks she smiled and turned. Her charming smile, crossed Jason's eyes instantly suffocating him. "Great you dare to speak about dad", She said taking small steps towards him.  "Come with me I have a surprise", She said grabbing his hand.

Chapter 20

I just memorized it..... I don't know know how many times I read this piece of paper.... but the whole night I was staring at it thinking why he wrote this.

Dear Jason!!
Son, your voice has charm. Your fingers have magic. I look into your eyes when you perform and it has sincerity.  I am your fan..... One day I wish to take your autograph just like the way you took mine. 

With Love!!
Jackson

Suddenly, I had a strange feeling. My voice I thought clearing my throat. After a moment, my fingers I thought watching them closely out o curiousity. No.. No..No... Its just a trap again I convinced myself clearing my head. But the signature.... That's my master... his own signature.... No way... she is clever maybe good at forgery I thought and went straight to get my car keys. But disappointing... what are you doing here? I asked my driver. "Sir Dylan ordered to stay by your side", he said politely. Better give my keys and leave, I said coldly. "Sorry",, he said simply. He is testing my patience and I don't want to throw my anger on wrong person, So I asked to drive quick. "Jason! your choice is clever", he said. I didn't understand. "Piano.... you know it can play all emotions, if you really feel all of them", he said smiling. "But .... I don't know, I said innocently. "Yeah, you can never know until you play with your heart", he said smiling. I love it, he is teaching me so much but I don't understand what was that.  "Jason my boy, you deserve to feel every little emotion that is passing so that your heart reacts. This is how your voice expresses", he said. Hmmn! I nodded. "Shhhit!" I said louder. The screeching sound of the tyres pulled me to present. How cool it is, its great at that moment but now I feel nothing. "Sir we are here", Said the driver stopping in front of that old apartment. Though my ego is not letting to go my gut pushed me to know about that letter. I went directly to her apartment. Strange, this woman crossed her limits today I thought. She is drunk .... totally insane.. lying on floor ... without locking the door... everything out of place... I have no choice. I just arranged everything neatly. Opened the window immediately to let out the toxic air and covered her with blanket. I sat there for some time staring at her.  I remembered those lines again... do I really deserve that I thought. "Miss You... ",she Said flipping her hair and turning to the other side. I loosened the tie and settled my feelings.

Chapter 21

This can't happen again and again. It's really exhausting. I should teach her a lesson I thought and dialed Dylan. Revenge was printed in my heart right now. I know how to humiliate her. "Yeah, I'll do it immediately", Said Dylan. That evening, in front of that kindergarten media stood waiting for that arrogant lady. I waited at distance in the car watching the scene. There was a huge commotion, "What was that? Any accident? What happened? Any celebrity visit?" were different ideas popped up among them. "Anyways let's check", Said one of them pulling Amelia casually out. Suddenly all cameras foccused on Amelia.... She closed her eyes immediately to avoid all those flash lights. 
"You are Amelia Jackon?"
"How come you are here?"
"Are you working in kindergarten?"
"Sources say that you are living as an underground princess, Is that true?"
....
...
...


Everyone questioned. I am having fun literally. She is drowned I thought. "Guys", She said gaining attention. 
"Miss Jackson we want to know about your current situation", Asked someone. 

"Do you want to know for sure?" She asked him raising her brow. He nodded yes. "But you know I have nothing to say", She replied. "Miss Jackson, we don't want vague answers", said one of the reporter. 
"What was that flaunt at the fashion show?" 
"Why did you pop there like a star?  Is that fake trial to get back to you position?" 
"Are you using your dad's name to gain publicity?" 
"Are you living here? We heard you returned from overseas? Is that true?" 
....
.....
.....

Its unbearable. She lowered her head, thinking for a bit. "Miss Amelia, we want answers", Said one of them. For a second, she gained her posture and smiled.  She went in and came back with her handbag. She put her glasses carelessly and smiled at everyone casually.
"Come On, A star is always a star. Don't you know that?" Said Amelia adding pinch of attitude in her tone. I'm AMELIA JACKSON, that's all matters here", She concluded with that statement and walked away. I clapped instantly the way she handled herself. That's cool, she's something else I thought. I heard a knock on my car window and turned that way hiding my emotion. Without my approval, she sat in the car comfortably and said Let's Go.


Chapter 22

"Pack J's luggage immediately" ordered Logan Grant to his wife. She is neither surprised nor interrupted. "I will first ask him to come home", She said. "Not required, I will ask Dylan to bring him to the airport", Said Logan. "Don't do this again Logan, he will not take this easily", She reminded him. "I know, I know,.... That's the reason I am trying to make some stupid reason to send him. I'm scared, He's involving in unnecessary businesses", He explained. "Logan, better explain J, else he can't get over it" She suggested. "That's not 
easy. Once a superstar became victim and I had no guts to stand beside him.... now I can't let my son fall into their trap", murmured Mr. Grant. 

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Meantime, I wonder what she's doing now, I thought. And I wish her pretense brings her into limelight. In a moment, my phone vibrated unusually. Again some restricted number. What sign is this? I thought and checked. "Thanks buddy, That women surely pay her debts" is what the message stated. Again??? What nonsense is this? I thought and headed to my dad's office. Everyone greeted me pleasantly, unlike me I went straight to my cabin ignoring everyone. What the hell?? I said to myself and took my laptop. I know what I'm capable of but still I ignored. That number, I guess it must be the same person who sent this nonsense I thought. Dylan rushed to my cabin maybe knowing that I am here unnecessarily. "Can I help you sir", He asked politely. Once you failed, and I don't take chance to believe you foolishly, I said without looking at him. Without a word he walked out. That evening, it's really exhausting. I am good at hacking, so I managed to do my best. But every time I do, my concentration is lingering on that woman. She's crazy, I said aloud. I found it.... I found that person..... I said Clapping appreciating myself. Strangely, She called me. "Come Home", She said simply and hanged the call instantly drawing me towards her. Come Home.... Come... Home..... Come Home...... Wow!!! that sounds tat we are..... hmmnnnn!!!! Come Home!!!! Unconsciously I smiled recalling her sweet voice and the power she had over me.

Chapter 23

Exactly, She just lured me with her sweet gesture. That's absurd. How did I run all the way just to meet this arrogant lady. "Well, I need to tell you something", She said simply. What? I asked without looking at her. Her room like always very untidy unlike her. "Mr. Jackson, She prompted to gain my attention. Mr Jackson, my father was illegally bullied to pay the debts", She said abruptly in casual tone. So, you want the money back? I questioned her walking to and fro. "Ohh!!! What an understanding person you are?" She said Sounding stupid. Stop blurting nonsense and come to the point I said emptying the chair to sit comfortably, since the chat is going to be interesting. "Jason Grant! you are an idiot", She said infuriating me. Miss Jackson, your words are too careless, I warned. "I want you to track this person, she said holding a photograph. I was too casual for a moment to look at the person in that photo. "Do you know this guy?" She asked seriously this time. What do you think of me? I Said with less interest. "Hmmn! J boy, you have no idea what you're dealing with", She said with smirk on her face. No Surprises, You are clever, I said raising my hands in defense. While we are chatting about nothing, She suddenly stopped and rushed to the window. "Jason!!! Switch off the lights", She Said. I didn't understand. "You're dumb, Can't you be quick", She said and switched off the lights. What are you doing? I asked her. "Shhh!! Stay calm", She said pulling my hand to her side making me almost collapse on her. "Jason", She murmured. Her soft husky voice calling my name stirred my heart instantly. Her blue eyes glittered in the little street light that penetrated through windows. Suddenly few footsteps hurried towards the door. "Miss!!" Said Someone.  She didn't answer. "Please open the door", they called again. Who are they? I thought. "We know that you are in, open the door", They said again. What are they? I murmured. Answer them first, She ordered. Why should I? I said. "Shut up and speak else they will barge in", She reminded me. That's not right, sounds risky. What's going on? I asked analyzing the situation seriously. Before I say something, She nudged me saying "Change the voice and speak casually".

Chapter 24

Who are you? I asked in a rough tone. "Open the door", They said. What do you want? I asked dubiously. "Just open the door", They said with a loud thud on the door. She held my hand tightly filled with suspicion in her eyes. It's okay, I assured her and walked to the door. She is hiding behind me. Slowly opened the door. They are four people, rough and looking rogue. What? I asked raising a brow. "Where's the girl? They asked peeping inside. Girl?? I asked wondering what this women had stepped onto.. "She had to clear some debts, Are you her boyfriend??" They asked again. This is the third time I'm agreeing to this statement without winking. Behind me, she is pressing her head hard with her racing heart. What do you want me to do?? I asked mentally as if we are connected to each other. She nudged again as if she understood me. A smile appeared on my face. Those thugs tried to break in suddenly maybe because of my stupid smile. Guys!! Calm down,I said. She left for partying, I said sounding realistic. "That girl, how can she. She said, she had no money, no valuables... nothing. How can she go to parties?" They asked. She robbed me, I said in defense. That's absurd, She punched me hearing our nonsense. I pounded in pain without any expression. "That's fine, let us in", they said. Later on they didn't listen simply they pushed the door in the dark and entered that garbage. Switch on the lights!! Insisted a guy. I have no choice, though they looked simple to fool around, they are the real thugs.  I have to put this end I thought and punched all four of them in 20 seconds and turned to her switching on the lights.. She looked scared but a sly smile appeared on her face with pride. You trying to mes with me?? She said under her breath and kicked them with her strength. Stop that, I said pulling her out of that mess. Immediately called Dylan to give few instructions. I knew there is something wrong, I muttered. "Wat?" She asked curiously. Don't tell me they are stalkers or debt collectors. They are not easy, I inquired. She simply flipped her hair and relaxed resting her head. 

In my dreams, I saw you
I felt you were different
I am pleased to see you smile
Wondered how it would be
fall in love with you 
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....

She hummed the song, sounding ridiculous out of blue.

Chapter 25

I was his special student. I enjoyed his attention. I felt like he's my godfather. Mr Jackson always pampered me by teaching his tricks especially the smile he had while talking about his performances is amazing. Probably this infuriated her. She is possessive and preposterous. "Jason!!! My boy!! This song must be your first performance", he said tapping on my forehead. That's coool, I already felt great at the same time scared the moment he gave that song. "No.. no..no, don't worry I will help you", he said smiling. He's Mr Jackson. Always my hero, I thought and he winked at me knowingly when I was in my thoughts. "Dad!! Don't trust that loser, he is good for nothing", is what his precious girl taunted me. I suppressed my rage hearing her horrible tone. "Amelia, trust is a big word you can't simply use it at this age", He said with a smile. "You gone insane like him", She retorted.

This is the song, I had in my mind
This is the song, my heart sings
This is the song, that I'm convinced
..........
.....
..

I'm all yours..
 Stop it, She said suddenly. What happended? I asked abrupty hitting the brake. "Are you dreaming of me?" She asked. I know she catches my every action I thought. "You've not changed. Poor you, your heart breaks and I don't care", She blurted. I was hurt, her remarks are of of control. She can break my hurt but had no right to trample my ego. 
What do you think of yourself? I asked pulling her closer. I don't understand what gotten into me. My tone itself sounded scary to my ears. "Leave my hand", She said not bothering my statement. Obviously the she's the conceited princess of Jackson. "I'm sleepy, She said. I can't go home", she added after a pause. I understood, so I took her to the hotel. 

Called Dylan and arranged everything. Stay here, if you need anything call to this number, I said and walked out. She didn't bother to listen any of my words. "Jason, She called me back. I hate if any reporter visits me tomorrow, She said. I understood what she's trying to say. She's dictating me as if I am her assistant. And take care of those goons at my apartment", She added. This infuriated me. I just shut the door behind me, walking inside the room. The little steps I took made her jump to her senses. Miss Jackson, watch who you're speaking to, I whispered coldly. Her face became pale yet she managed her posture pushing me away with her index finger and stepped back. "Don't try to take advantage o my current situation", She said running her fingers in her hair. I know she's nervous. This little act proved it. Me? Taking advantage of you? I asked raising a brow adding little attitude. "Of course you, you never leave a chance to out rate me. This is you and I know you very well", She said sitting comfortably in couch without looking at me. So, you know me very well? I asked her. "Haa... I know how you distanced my dad from me, She mumbled. That's too straight statement. It meant a lot. Instantly I walked out shutting the door with a loud thud. Maybe she should at least have a bit of conscience. I never distanced her father from her. She herself felt jealous over us. She don't know music, she never intended to inherit her father's talent. All she did was to mock at me. I was just a mere student who admired him wholeheartedly. That's it. I know, she might have her own reasons but still she can't say harsh words again and again I thought while walking out. Dad called me unexpectedly.

Jason, come home, he said. I didn't answer. Your mom is sick, he said. Hearing that, I have no choice so I rushed home. Reaching home, I realized that's just an act they put up to send me to my aunt's house. I dare you can't do this again, I said. You stay away from this place, Said my dad. What this place, where you call home. Are you asking me to get out of here? I asked emotionally not understanding what this is all about. Since you are not listening to me, I have to decide, He said lightening the cigar. Listen dear, your dad is insisting you means there is something else he means, Said my mom. Stay out of this mom, I said without turning to her. I helping Amelia is the problem you're facing means there is something you're hiding from me,, I said coming to the point. Amelia!! That Jackson girl itself is a big problem and you tagging with her has become my weak spot, he said shooing off his head. So you sent those goons? I asked one last question to clear my doubts. Goons? What goons? He asked suspiciously. Come On dad, I understand you are on the dark side of the facts. Let me speak to Dylan to clear them for you, I said walking out without listening the murmurings.  Something is not clear. Amelia Jackson, those goons,, my dad and most importantly the vague text message.... unable to put them in together.

Chapter 26
Lene!!! All over the news. "I challenge Amelia Jackson. If you guys fell she's better than me, I have no regrets in stepping down from this fashion industry". Every letter she uttered about Amelia is rolling all over. Whats this all about? Why this infamous Lene, unnecessarily spouting nonsense I said. I have no idea Said Dylan checking the news. How can she trow challenge to her. Can she stand on the same stage with her?? I said sounding more confident about Miss Jackson. Dylan smiled to my comments rather than retorting it. I heard that you argued with sir, he said after a pause. I agreed nodding my head. Please understand that sir has every right to worry about you. It's best that you don't involve much about her, He said simply in a calm tone. Fiona, loves you and she deserves you unlike Amelia who merely looks at you like ... nothing he confessed sincerely.  Remove this news immediately. I don't like this to reach her, I said. That's her business to deal, it has nothing to do with us, Dylan said. Surprised, never expected Dylan to go over board. Sir is worried about you, he said finally shutting my mouth. Meanwhile Amelia Jackson, watching all the news lying on her bed. 

What do you think of Amelia Jackson. 
She's the star, of course she's the right to get back, but can she do it?? 
Can she replace you? Lene the future fashion princess is challenging an outdated star? 
Do you want to share the stage?
..
....
Are you helping your friend?
...
They were hundreds of questions purposefully targeting Amelia Jackson. Each and every reporter is curious about her whereabouts since they want to take her interview. Lene definitely hit her nerve. She's happily celebrating with her friends. Lene, you are amazing. We never thought that you are modest. You want to help Amelia?? That's cool but why would you do it? What's your intention?? Are you sure you want her to get back? ..................... Were different questions asked by Lene friends.  Amelia is not an easy one to target Lene, said one of the girl sipping vodka. For that every one nodded. Ame and Lene are friends, what's there in that? Said someone. Lene tell us what's in your mind? Asked one of them. Lene gave a sly smile. So, you planned something, Asked all together curiously. Amelia Jackson is not star anymore. She is just ragged doll of the lost Mr Jackson, Commented Lene. Amelia is princess of Mr Jackson how can you say that? Asked one of the girl. Shut up, just listen to Lene Said another. Amelia, the thinks high of her. Poor her, living a miserable life telling all lies, Said Lene sipping cocktail. That's true, spotted her in some random news. She's broken and she's loser, I saw her the other day walking on streets. Her dress and makeup was cheap, Said Someone. They all boosting Lene since she's the sponsor. Her hair, her nails, her skin, She is dirty Said another. Lene smiled hearing that. What will be her reaction hearing your interview? Everyone asked Lene. She's going to hide in a cave, she's no more competion to Lene, She can't even compare herself to Lene cooed everyone.

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Meanwhile When I reached hotel thinking how her reaction would be, Amelia sitting in the hotel room, watching the news about her curiously.  Every channel is challenging her return. What's wrong? I asked curiously. By the way, I asked Dylan to cleanup the news about you, I assured.  She smiled. That smile, I know it perfectly. It's neither scary not confused but vaguely not known what step she might take. Don't tell me you're going to accept the challenge I said. I don't mind in standing in the lime light but you know Lene will be trampled with my glittering beauty She said confidently. Looking at her from top to bottom, I realized she's the synonym for arrogance and attitude. Don't Amelia don't go too far. You can do it, I said. Immediately hearing that, she flipped her hair with sharp glares. Jason Grant, you don't underestimate Amelia with your poor remarks, She said twisting few of her strands. I blinked dramatically adjusting my tie. You!! She said swiftly walking to me, have no sense of dressing She said re-adjusting my tie casually make me fall on my knees. She has control over me. I understood why Dylan purposefully asking me to ignore her. You have to set an scene for my return, She said resting her hands on my shoulders on either side. Woah! I said backing off a little. Why should I do that? I said carelessly. You have no choice Jason, You have to do it She said with breathtaking smile. She's glowing like hell with her confidence. How can that Lene challenge this beauty I thought. Are you listening? She asked tapping on my hand. Small arrangements are worthful Jason. That Lene is not worth your time, She said. This time I felt joy. That small statement assured me something. She's ..... She's considering me and she's caring about me and she's ........... I don't know what different meanings it gave but surely it pushed me to do all the arrangements within snap off my fingers.

Fiona! my parent's charming girl helped me with this. "I know, it's for that Jackson girl but how can you think that I'll do it for you?" She questioned when I approached her. Because you like me, I replied. Though it's sad to hear, being honest worked well between us. "Lene is not easy, her date's are arranged", She said. Use my name, she'll do it I suggested. She raised her brow with disgust. She's after my Jason too, Thought Fiona. And I need your help to groom Amelia, I requested. All this time, she didn't mind to accept my requests but the last one maybe it fueled her anger. Jason, at least try to acknowledge my interest in you, She said fiercely. I have no answer to that. Acknowledge your love instead of accepting it is the most devastating feeling. I know it very well. I am very much obliging your request just because you were madly in love with her, She blurted. Everyone can see it on your face except her, So you should know very well how that feeling is. Better understand me since we both are sailing on the same boat, She said adding few extra lines before concluding it. This moment, my thoughts drifted to Miss Jackson. How dare you Miss Jackson, I thought. You made fool out of me, I thought and excused myself and rushed out leaving Fiona in that awkward moment.
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Igniting the car engine, I wondered what exactly she's planning to do. Is she just accepting Lene challenge or planning to embarrass Lene like last time, I thought. Lene, it's her best chance to show off but Amelia ruined her best performance. Though later, she tried to give few opportunities it has become an embarrassing moments to Lene. There's no doubt she took that to heart. And in this industry no friend without gain is the thumb rule. She acted nicely with Amelia since she's the show stopper in every fashion show. What? Why Lene wants to pull strings after all this time? Why Amelia is trying to compete with Lene so suddenly? All these thoughts making me dizzy. And simply I wish to act dumb and watch the show. Since I have no special interest on either of them, I bet to see their faces at the end of the show, I thought.


Chapter 27

"Sir, Mam in room no 2020 at Winston Hotel collapsed. Would like to remind you that was sent to  the nearby hospital", is what the hotel receptionist stated. It blocked my senses for  few seconds since I was not clear about whom she is talking about..

I reached the hospital to check about Amelia but seeing media and reporters making fuss outside made me sit in the car and watch the show. I watched few reporters recording false rumours about Amelia which is irritating me more than anything. I called Dylan and asked him check about Miss Jackson's whereabouts. "Give me 10 minutes sir", is what he answered.

Ten minutes, these reporters are capable to shoot 2 seasons of drama I thought.

After few minutes Lene entered the scene. What? I thought. Why she's in the scene? Is she part of the plot? I thought. No doubt, she will ruins Amelia's least bit of popularity today, is what I concluded from the scene. But let me see how much she can push that princess? This is again exhausting. I being Jason Grant again and again falling on her feet despite being humiliated by her. Amelia Jackson, I thought and get out of the car adjusting my coat and wiping away the sweat on my forehead. As soon as I got off the car, media surrounded me as usually as if they are expecting my presence. 

Mr Grant.....

Mr Grant.....

They tried provoking me with their baseless queries. Avoiding all them, I walked in. There I saw Lene talking to one of the doctor. Seeing me, she gave a sly smile. I hate that fake smile. She's here to humiliate Amelia, and still she's trying to fool me. How bad, you're fooling yourself, I thought. "Jason", She tried to greet me. Avoiding her gesture I walked to Amelia.

Amelia is lying pale and lifeless. Watching her like that, I felt useless. What's wrong I inquired. "She's suffering from malnutrition. Is she on a diet?" Asked the doctor. Okay, I got it. She's a model and obviously it's natural problem. Don't make any news about this. Just discharge her and I promise to take care of her I said finishing off the drama. I know, what I said is an absolute false. She's truly not eating anything. I saw no food in her apartment always half eaten things and don't understand how she survived all these years. Are you sure? Asked the doctor. What? What's wrong? Asked Lene behind us. Lene, I said with a fake smile. Get ready for the show, I reminded her.

Chapter 28

"Why can't you wait for me. Why did you walk in? The whole media is proving your relationship with Miss Jackson", Screamed Dylan. I don't care about it Dylan, I replied. "Oh! Come On you may not care anything but your dad have to face everything", He reminded. "Every step of yours is ruining boss's reputation and especially he's is worried about your safety", He said. What? I asked confused. He got to know about the fight at Miss Jackson's apartment, he confessed. "I don't know how, I was caught when I was trying to inquire about those goons", he said. Don't worry, I will take care of it , I said and walked in to check what Amelia is doing. She's sleeping. Watching her calmly is soothing me but somewhere deep down in my heart some unknown pain began. 

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Fiona!! I said. "Yeah Jason, All is prepared. Get ready for the next week", She said. Next week, she's not well, I Said. I saw the news, but everything is ready. All you have to do is bring her to the show. I don't know how,, this much I can do and don't ask any more favours because you know", She said hastily and hanged the call. What should I do? I thought. She's too weak and her appearance is very bad I thought. 

Chapter 29

I knocked her room. She didn't answer but I can hear the shuffling sound so I entered with soft foot steps. "What?" She questioned carelessly still maintaining her attitude. Next week, I said. "Good, That's great to hear", She replied. Are you not worried about it? I asked curiously.

"Lene is nothing in front of me, I just need to bring back my colour", she said watching her reflection in the mirror. I'm watching her curiously, what she meant by that. She's full of surprises. She pulled down her wavy hair and looked her freckles, adjusted her features as if trying to prove that she's doing okay. My lips turned into an upside curve, means a smile... just watching her innocent actions. "What do you think Jason, The great Jason Grant is head over heels to this face means don't you think that I'm ready for the show", She mocked. Crazy girl, I'm not after your beauty, I thought. "What do you say Jason?" She asked me again. I'm not after your face  Amelia, I'm curious I said. What? About my downfall? She asked raising her brow.  I don't care.. You asked me a favour and I arranged it. Rest all is not my issue, I said and quickly walked out avoiding her eye contact.

Chapter 30

"Can you explain this Jason", Screamed Mr Grant. Logan! Called his wife in a calm tone. Every step of yours is putting me in edge. Can't you understand your father and listen to him?" Said Logan Grant. "Why Jason? Why don't you listen to your dad?" Asked his mother. Sorry mom, I have done nothing wrong, I confessed. Maybe you think, but you don't know. Every time you show up with that girl I am threatened", Said his father sounding helplessness in his voice. What?? I asked with confusion. Does he know something regarding messages I receive? Or Dylan gave information about the thugs I fought with. When I was in my own thoughts, my dad reacted. "That Amelia Jackson is not what you think better leave her alone", Said my dad. I have no words to say. His sudden statement broke my heart. How can I leave her? I thought. Dad, Amelia you're talking about. Don't you know whose daughter she is? I questioned reminding about his friendship with Mr Jackson. "Yeah Son, I know. I want you to immediately get back to London, your aunt is suddenly ill", Said he. I'm not going back, I retreated. "Again... Look at him, how indiscipline he is? Not listening to me at all",  Screamed Logan cruelly sounding helplessness in his voice. "Calm down Logan", Said Jason's mother. Dad, Mr Jackson is my world once. He ad his love towards me just like you. I know I sounded rude but still you are important to me than anyone else. I don't understand why you're neglecting you close friend's daughter in chaos?? I asked him holding his hand without loosing my composure. He didn't answer but his eyes said something. Maybe scared confused or worried but some what filled with love. "Dad!" I called asking him to speak. "Only this time, Last chance to you Jason", He said softly.

Chapter 31

While returning to hotel, I saw her retracting on  the road. She's as simple as a lost girl but not as easy to be broken. She's walking to and fro on the pavement. I don't understand what she's doing at this hour. Her pink lips are tightened in thought.  Can I be sure of what she's trying to plan? I thought. This is last time I can help you, And never I'm going to see your face I thought. A second later I repeated my words. What the hell? Why did I say those words/ What does that mean? I thought. I cleared my head and got down from the car. She guessed my presence and immediately turned around. You? She questioned raising her brow. Two days, are you prepared? I asked instead of answering her. Yeah, Like always She said with a craziest smile. Bluffing, those eyes are lying. Good, I said as if its true. Jason! Since you had some pretty good contackts, can you inquire about something? She asked. What? I asked. Hmmn! Idon't like answering Jason just tell me yes or no she said. Amelia! don't provoke me, don't take me easy, I said adding coldness to my voice. Calm Down dear, She said with attitude. She opnened her handbag and took out some envelope. Are you playing with me? I said. No.. Not at all Jason. Read it when you're alone. You'll love it she said winking. Gorgeous is the word I heard it from my mind. She just left putting that evelope in my hand. I 'm scared or confused or happy..... I don't know what's that ffeeling. I felt anxious at this moment. She addressed me as 'dear', the next moment a letter and a wink. Oh!Gosh ! She asked me to read it alone. What does that mean? To all myrapid fire questions my thumping heart gave a simple answer. Don't go overboard Jason.

Chapter 32

My Jason boy, your little heart is hurt. I know it. When time comes, you can't withhold your emotions. It's okay, I understand you. My little princess is spoiled.... and she has her way to get things done. Don't take it to heart and just let it go.

Sorry!!

Jackson

Reading it my heart skipped a beat. I was sad, and hurt at that moment but almost forgot the reason behind it until it is reminded. I missed the opportunity. She just spoiled the opportunity of mine to perform on stage with Mr Jackson. She just pushed me back and walked with her dad on to the stage introducing herself as new singer herself. Yeahh!!! I was lot disappointed and hurt. That moment I felt like a lost puppy watching them. I was very angry... when Mr Jackson didn't save the moment. I cursed Amelia and felt like twisting her ankle so that she never walk on the stage. I'm too young to realise how stupid I am but now this letter .....

I never thought Mr. Jackson is always my hero. A smile appeared on my face. This letter, ..... I read...re-read...re-read until I let out my emotion.

Chapter 33

Everything is set Jason said Fiona. Okay, what's the time? I asked checking everyting once again making sure that Lene has'nt planned anything. Yeah, but let me know when she's going to arrive? Asked Fiona looking at her watch. Soon, I said. I asked my driver to pick her. She must arrive at any moment so I waited outside. It's been 15 minutes and there are no signs of her. I called her and found no response. Then I called my driver he too didn't respond. Perhaps they are testing my patience I thought. Lene arrived and other models also came except her.

I asked Dylan to check her. Every ticking minute is putting me on edge. She's so reckless, she's going to fail.. This stage is not worth of her I thought. In half an hour she came. I hurried to scold them for being late but to my surprise I received a boy. That kid actually Amelia's student whom I happened to visit when he's sick. Hey Prince! he called me with a smile. Hey! How are you doing I asked.  Great, he said. Oops!! he said and turned back to help someone getting out of the car. I'm speechless. She's pretty? Beautiful? or elegant? Which one is more apt?  Stunning!! Said the little one as if he read my mind. She wore a long frock, the jade colour with high end makeup. Augh!! Augh!! the kid coughed gaining my attention. We're late I said avoiding eye contact. It's embarrassing. Why this kid again? Your boyfriend is very funny, he bursted. Hmmn! She said eyeing me. I just quickly went in to avoid this silly talk. 

My heart is ticking like a clock with every passing second. I don't know what she is going to do. Fiona is staring at me from distance. She has her reasons but mine is different. Taking her help, I feel guilty. Another half an hour, that little prince came from behind along with his guardian. She asked me to arrange his seat in the front. Too much too many requests... no they are too many orders I need to follow. 

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--To be Contnd