Rosalie stood outside the hospital room waiting for the doctor's to break the news.

God! Why did she even care? That man had been stalking her and for all that she knew, he could harbor deadly intentions.

The door of the emergency room opened revealing a smiling nurse, who took smooth strides towards her. 'Congrats love, your husband is showing great progress.'

Husband?

Rosalie stared at her perplexed and it took her few seconds for understanding to dawn, but she was too drained to clear the misconception and therefore just nodded her head.

'Could you come with me and settle the bills?' The nurse questioned with ease.

Now she felt trapped. She had barely any money and if she spent her entire savings on this man then how was she supposed to fled from her home?

It had taken her months to save enough money and she had planned everything perfectly well. She would start a clean new life.

She had enough of the abusive uncle and wasn't prepared to waste her life getting bullied.

Rosalie opened her mouth to clear the confusion, but when the nurse asked her to pass her credit card, she did so without any fuss.

Thankfully, his treatment did not cost much and she still had some money left in her account.

Without wasting anymore time she took a cab to her house and was happy to see it deserted.

It meant that her uncle had gone again to do his illegal duties and it was a perfect time to put her plan into action.

She took a deep breath and snatched her packed bag that stood inside her cupboard and within seconds she was taking brisk steps into the woods that would lead her to the farthest bus stop of the city.

Her uncle would never think of looking there and before daybreak she hoped of reaching her new destination.

The walk through the woods wasn't a piece of cake as the road was bumpy and it was very dark.

To add to her misfortunes she was already drained. But her dreams to move towards a better life kept her going.

She reached the bus stop after three hours and let out a deep sigh of relief as she spotted a bus waiting for customers.

She hurriedly hopped inside it and took an empty seat on the farthest corner and closed her eyes as exhaustion washed over her.

The bus ride was supposed to take six hours and in the last two hours Rosalie began fantasizing about her future.

She was going to become a professional painter as she had inherited the talent from her mother whom she had lost at a very young age.

Her father had been her strength during the next few years but fate had separated him too.

He had died due to sudden heart attack, leaving Rosalie all alone in this cruel world.

After that she had spent half of her teenage life in foster home. Scrubbing floors, cleaning toilets and helping with the dishes.

Consequently, Rosalie was overjoyed when the person incharge of the foster home had announced her that her uncle wanted to adopt her and she had willingly gone along with him.

Little had she known at that time that it was just the beginning of her troubles.

Lawrence was a man with very less or no morals at all. He drank heavily and Rosalie was afraid of his wrath and, therefore, she dutifully obeyed him.

She did his laundry, moped the floors and prepared heaps of dinner for his girlfriends that kept changing every few days.

Her life became a dreadful, tedious routine but she went about doing the tasks assigned to her without any complaints as she was eager to please her only living relative.

But never was a word of praise uttered. Things began turning ugly when he started beating her and as days passed by she made up her mind to run away from the house.

She knew that her decision wasn't as easy to carry out and it had taken her precisely five years to save enough money.

She checked into a cheapest hotel available as soon as she reached her destination. She then went straight in search of the agency whom she had spoken over the phone.

She had done one sensible thing by asking a friend to parcel her painting's directly to the art agency as they had promised her to rent a place to open her art gallery.

The search for a perfect place consumed her day and did not have much time to think about the man she had left behind at the hospital.

She just hoped he was fine. Not that it mattered to her, but Rosalie liked to believe that she was soft hearted.

Or else why would her mind keep wandering back to the nameless stalker.

She was partly relieved to have achieved her goal but still a tiny part of her mind wished to know the reason for the man to stalk her.

He had that ruthless features, with strong built personality, and his crystal blue eyes which were as clear as the sky were proof enough that he wasn't completely Indian.

What made Rosalie curious was the fact that even though he had followed her everywhere, he hadn't approached her once.

If he hadn't intended to harm her, then what had been his intentions?

Why had he come to her doorstep so late in the night?

She shook her head and laughed out loud. She was definitely crazy to be wasting her precious time thinking about some stranger.

The owner of the agency had just given her three days time to present her paintings and it would be put on show.

It was her only chance to acquire her reputation as an artist of promise.

It was time to bury the ugly past and make preparations for new hope that awaited her.

What Rosalie did not know was the fact that no one possessed the ability to completely erase their past.

It always seemed to interfere in our present. Sometimes through certain people or words and a lot of times due to our own memory.

Only time would tell what her future held and she just hoped that it would be better than what she had gone through in the past.