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"No one ever told me that growing up would actually suck this much. Being an adult is too mainstream." I spoke out while sipping my strawberry milkshake and I heard Zara chuckling at my sudden outburst.

"Before we forget; HAPPY BIRTHDAY NATHALIA!" Farah wheeled her way to the bean bag I was half limping on and I graciously stood up to hug her when she pulled me forward and crushed me with her bear hug.

Well at least someone out there made me feel normal and loved. My mother wouldn't have even remembered that today was the day she popped me from her vagina twenty-five years ago. I don't remember the last time she even wished me a happy birthday.

"We didn't know what to give you because you literally have everything so we made you this." Zara handed me a beautiful colored string and there was a tiny heart with small stones embedded on it.

"I made this necklace for you." Zara winked and I almost fell over when Farah grabbed my ankles and strapped a silver anklet on the right side of my leg.

"This was given to me by my grandmother and I am passing this over to you. I have so many memories attached to it and I am entrusting it with a stone over my heart." Farah spoke and my tear ducts exploded.

"Why are you crying?" They asked in unison and had a frightened expression on their faces. They thought that I didn't like what they gave me but it's always the thoughts that count.

"I am so going to miss you both but I can't stay here any longer. This city has given me so much of pain and there are just too many bad memories."

I was crouching down to Farah's level and Zara came from behind and wrapped her hands over my embrace with Farah so basically, we had a group hug.

"Maybe fate is taking you to a new level from the beginner's level." Zara joked and I laughed.

Anyone who knew me, like really knew me thought that I follow four religions because my name consisted of Hindu, Christian, Sikhism and Muslim religion names but truth be told I think I was almost an atheist. I only believed in fate.

I didn't pray or talk to God much because I didn't know which religion to follow. I practiced only what I thought was the right thing to do by following my gut instincts but that didn't mean I have never visited any holy places. I was just not very religious so you could have I was stuck on a road that diverged between being a theist and atheist.

"Your mother thinks that you are doing a photo shoot for Liam Yadav but little does she knows that by the time she would go for lunch in 4 Seasons to meet her future son-in-law to fix your marriage to him; you would have flown away from the country." Even though Zara was laughing I was a bit scared for her.

What if my mother does something to her?

"Don't worry about me. When a woman wants to do something good she can do it secretly and no one will ever know" Zara winked at me but the beating of my heart double up.

Oh boy, something tells me that I am going to have the joy my life when I step food in India. Is this some kind of forewarning to not go?

"Did you talk to Ankit and tell him that you are coming and get his address?" Farah spoke out after observing us for a while.

"Not yet. I don't want to talk to him about it for now." I fiddled with my fingers and hung my head down not meeting their eyes.

"Give me his number so that if anything happens I can atleast contact him or something."

My gut instincts were telling me to burn the number in my head but I ignored this feeling. I mean what's the worst that could happen right?

"Come one we should drop you to the airport now." Zara stood up and I hugged Farah one last time because I knew that no matter what happened I would never come back here and this could be the last time I would meet her.

I breathed in Farah's scent. It was a mix of vanilla and cinnamon. It was calm and soothing. I didn't want to get out of this cocoon of safe embrace soon but I had everything in this world other than time and I couldn't afford to waste any more of it.

"If you are ever in doubt or trouble just take a deep breath and try to run as fast as Usain Bolt." I let out a chuckle upon Farah's advice.

"Take care, my child. The heaven's above has got a plan for all of us."

I just want to know who the hell was directing the film of my life and make a few changes to it thats all but it did not seem like a possibility   .

"Jai Mata Di" Zara spoke and then ushered me to go to her car.

I looked around at the scenic view one last time. I closed my eyes and breathed in of this city; the surroundings, the air, the memories. Everything flashed like a thread of light.

My good days with Tahilia; The day Chase had proposed me and took my virginity away. The first time I went on air for an interview, the 5 kilometer marathon I ran for charity, the days I cried myself to sleep all alone. Those important days in my life where no one was there for me especially my mother who never turned up unless it was a benefit to her and her good image, those old days where I was bullied upon for my extra curves and I was made fun upon because of my caramel colored skin. Those days when I used to stammer and couldn't comprehend a single sentence in English and was made as a laughing stock.

I opened my eyes to look out side the window because the bad memories outnumbered the good memories and I didn't want to think about anything anymore.

I felt a gnaw at my pinky finger and smiled when I saw a pair of sleepy shining eyes staring at me with confusion. "We are going on a long trip hammy. A really very long trip so go back to sleep and fulfill your beauty sleep you cutie patotie." I ran my finger over my hamsters belly and he let out a squeal making me grin.

"Stop teasing that poor creature and let him sleep." Zara chuckled and I left teasing my hamster; for now.

"We are here" Zara spoke after 10 minutes and my tear ducts exploded again. I latched my arms around Zara and I felt my shoulders getting wet.

"You can't cry! That's my job to cry and for you to make me feel better and not cry. How dare you cry?" I muffled against her shoulder and she ran her finger over my hair.

"I am so going to miss you. Don't forget me ok? And talk to Ankit as soon as you can and keep me informed about it." Zara kissed my forehead and I asked her to not come behind me because I hate saying Goodbyes. I didn't turn around and walked inside the airport.

"Well here goes nothing," I muttered to myself making my way to the gate assigned on the ticket.

I gave a polite smile to the people around me who didn't recognize me and I was glad for that or my mother would have found me and trapped me inside her kingdom and I would be stuck there till I was exported to get married to some dude who probably had 28 packs and had his veins popping all over his body.

I plopped myself on my designated seat and closed my eyes letting sleep engulf me because I didn't want to stay awake on this long journey.

"We are going to land in 15 minutes. Please turn off your devices and buckle your seatbelts."

I felt a hand on my arm and I looked up to see a man who must be around 40 years of age looking like he saw a ghost. His nails were colored in tint black and he had a big ass Scorpio tattoo on his neck; his eyebrows were pierced and he had a silver loop around his lips.

Lip rings are definitely sexy.

I shook my head and opened my mouth about to ask the man to take his Talons away but the plane made a screeching noise indicating that we landed. The man next to me let out a huge breath of air and smiled like nothing happened and he picked up his bag from the above cabinet then walked away.

Never judge anyone from their appearance.

I smiled and waited for everyone to leave the airplane then I walked out last.

I looked at the scenery before me and smiled. It was the first time since ages that I felt this free. I felt that I grew a new pair of wings and I wanted to fly so high not caring about the thundering clouds because I wanted to soar as high as I could or break the ozone layer.

My heart melted when I saw the people around me. There were loving families everywhere. Parents meeting their kids, who had gone abroad for their studies, Husbands coming back from their trips; People who came back after earning whatever they could to have a good retirement. There were many kinds of people but I could see the love radiating off from everyone even if it wasn't shown on their faces it was evident from their actions.

Will I be able to get any kind of love like that someday in the future?

"Madam Taxi?" a bunch of people in faded brown uniforms stood before me and I shook my head at them. As far as I knew these people would rip-off the travelers who chose to take their vehicles directly outside the airport and that was the same with railway stations so I walked further as much as my feet could allow me to and I called up a random cab from the streets.

I didn't speak and showed the taxi driver the address of the resort that Zara had booked for me to stay till I would have gathered enough courage to talk to my adopted brother Ankit and meet him at his place and unite with my Daddy.

"Aap Angrez ho kya?" (Are you a foreigner?") The Driver asked and I shook my head.

"Nahi." (No) my accent came out rich and thick. The cab driver smiled at me revealing his teeth and I saw a gold tooth at the center of his teeth.

"Aap NRI ho? Kahan se aye ho?" (You are an NRI? Where are you from?")

I didn't want to talk or let out any information but that would seem a bit impolite so I just gave him basic information.

"Yahan kya karne aye ho?" (What have you come here for?") He asked me and I began feeling a bit uncomfortable under his scrutinizing gaze.

Stupid me; why did I even pick up a random cab off the streets? I should have taken one from the airport itself. Why was I even trying to save money? At least I would have felt safe if I had chosen a taxi from oh snap! I SHOULD HAVE TAKEN A TAXI FROM THOSE GOVERNMENT TAXI BOOTH! There were cops around that area also. I am so stupid. Ok I should calm down now. Take deep breaths.

"Aur der kitni?" I asked him how much more time will it take in broken Hindi and he smiled again and I found it a bit malicious to be honest.

"Theek se Hindi bolni nahi ati kya?"(You don't know to speak proper Hindi?)

"Chalo." (Just drive)

Then I looked out of the window and my eyes widened in disbelief when I saw the scenery. It looked like some area where thugs would hang out.

How come I didn't observe where he was driving before?

"RUKO" (stop) I yelled at him and he stopped the cab while I tried to get out of the vehicle but he had locked the door.

"Kya jaldhi hai madam ji?" (What's the hurry madam?)

I started panicking and took whatever I found in my handbag and attacked my driver while he dodged my moves.

I glared at him and jabbed his penis with the knife in my hands and he yelped out but there was no blood gushing out then I noticed that the item in my hand was a plastic knife but I had hit him with such a force that he was yowling in pain. Not wasting any time I turned off the lock and grabbed my items and sauntered off but luck wasn't on my side because the minute I walked off; I came face to face with a gang of people who I thought were mobsters and threw my bags in their direction.

Like I was going to carry these items with me. My life was more precious. I may be a strong woman, but I didn't have it in me to fight back with these people who looked like they had been on steroids for ages.

I tucked my wallet inside my bra and my clutch at the back pocket of my jeans and Hammy popped his head out of the zipper.

"Hold your horse's baby because mama is going to take you on a very big ride." I patted my hamster and ran in my 5inch stilettos.

I didn't dare to turn back and look around but I could hear their footsteps approaching me so I stopped in the middle and collected stones and turned around to face them. I aimed it at on their crotch area and pelted the stones as hard and I could.

"Take my belongings. I have 2 Jimmy Choo bags, an I-Pad, Gourmet snacks, signature perfumes of Charlie, Channel 5, clothes' by brands like forever 21, Calvin Klein, Wranglers and some limited edition Victoria's secret bra. Take them all! You will get a shitload of money." I screamed while running till my legs couldn't carry me anymore. I looked around and I didn't see anyone following me so I slowed down my pace till I reached the main road.

I was panting and the people around me stopped whatever they were doing and they observed me like I was some sort of foreign item they would have never seen in their life.

Didn't anyone ever tell them that staring is rude?

I spotted a motel and made my way over there. There was no way I could afford some posh restaurant as of now and I didn't have it in me to go up to wherever the resort was.

I'll just rest here for a little then go to that resort I was supposed to stay at.

"One room please," I spoke out and the guy at the reception pulled his glasses down and looked at me from top to bottom. I clenched my fists trying hard not to punch him at the face.

"Room Nahi milega." (You won't get any rooms.) He said and my jaw dropped. I mean; how can a place like this can not have any rooms available?

"Kaiko mile-ega nahi?" I spoke out why I can't get any rooms in broken Hindi.

"Nahi milega toh nahi milega madam. Sare kamre full hai." (If you can't get then you can't get madam. Every room is full."

I glared at him and threw a thousand rupee note on the table. The man behind the counter looked at me and made a face so I slapped another thousand rupee note and he let out a yawn. I stifled my anger and slapped him with a total of four thousand rupee notes and he smiled at me.

"Ek kamra shayad hoga agar..." (I think we have a room but...) I glared at him and took out a five hundred rupee note.

"Jyada isse nahi," I told him that I can't give him more than this in broken English.

The guy nodded his head in satisfaction and I made my way to the room I was allotted to. Not taking any risks I locked the door and pushed the old rusted couch next to the door and threw my body on the bed letting sleep engulf me.

"RAID LAGI HAI.BHAAGO" A voice screamed and I wiped off the drool that escaped my mouth.

Shit, what was happening? Then my mind jumbled the pieces together and everything clicked. The cops have come here for checking that means there was prostitution going on. Was this place some sort of a sex racket area?

I didn't think much because I didn't have that much time left and I didn't hear any sirens on this floor that meant the cops haven't come here yet so I made my way to the window and let out a prayer to fate.

"What kind of game have you thrown me into fate?" I asked him but when I heard the footsteps nearing around I pushed the window wide opened and took a deep breath.

Well here goes nothing.

I landed on my ass with a thud but I stifled my painful scream when I saw shadows moving around.

"uss jagah par kajar dekho." (Go and search in that area) the shadows moved and I squatted down to the bushes. I didn't move for another five minutes and when the coast was clear I picked up my pace and ran.

Thank god I didn't give my real name or phone number in the register.

I felt a pinch in my bum and I saw Hammy giving me an angry look.

"So you wake up now buddy? Well, you missed a lot of action but tuck yourself in. Momma doesn't know where she is going so just hope for the best ok? Don't lose hope. We will get through it together somehow."

I noticed a few kids who were standing outside BIGBURGER joint and I let out a sigh.

"Baccha aao." I told them making them look at me. I made a motion with my fingers telling them to enter the fast food chain but a man came out and gave us weird looks.

Many people were judging and my blood boiled with rage. Ok, it's not worth it to pick up a fight.

"Lagi bhook?" I asked them if they were feeling hungry in broken Hindi and they nodded their head with big dooey eyes.

"Toh chalo se yahan," I told them lets go from here in broken Hindi then I grabbed the hands of two kids who were near me and motioned the others to move along.

There was a Chat corner and there were varieties of Indian street food being sold.

"Chaiye jo, lelo who." I told them to take whatever they wanted in broken Hindi and they let out wide smiles and I smiled back at them.

At least some people are having a nice day.

My stomach started to churn and I could feel knots forming on the insides of my stomach when the smell of the food hit my nostrils. I could eat only a small portion of it because since my childhood I had eating disorders.

The kids from my school used to pick up on me because of my body weight. I had developed issues so I stopped eating food and my mother didn't help me overcome it but rather reduced the quantity of food I had.

There was just a small plate in my hand with two aloo tikkis (spicy patties made of potatoes) but I could eat only a few bites and nothing more. It looked really delicious but if I took another bite then I would be puking whatever I had eaten so I asked the man behind the stall to pack it for me.

Maybe I can finish eating it at night.

"Madam bura na mano but itne sare bacchon ko kis kushi mein party di?" (Madam please don't mind why did you treat so many kids?)

"Birthday mera hai aaj. Bantni hai khushiyan." I felt embarrassed with the way I spoke in Hindi but at least I knew the basics and that was only because my dad had thought me the language.

Instead of expecting Mockery or evil laughter I saw that people started laughing out but they were not mocking me or made fun of me. Their smiles were genuine and I felt at ease. I didn't know them yet I felt a sense of warmth embrace me and I was glad that I could spend my birthday with these strangers who made me feel normal. I wasn't a well-known model or celebrity here. Just a normal girl with a not so normal life.

*****

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT WITH ME FATE?"

It was going to be a week since I reached Delhi; I was in a dilemma.

I tried calling Zara but my phone balance went to negative and then my phone winked at me and never blinked again. Whatever little money that I had left with me was spent for my stay in shelters. Hammy was hungry but I managed to get a few peanuts from random people and fed him. My baby had no energy left in him. I had just 100 rupees in my and pocket and I had given it to a man who claimed that he was starving and he wanted to buy food for his family but then he went and bought alcohol. When I tried to kick him and refund my money from him; he just passed out on the streets with the half consumed liquor in his hands and I didn't know what to do so I ran away from there.

I kept telling myself nothing more could go wrong.

I felt my crotch going hot and I wanted to bash everything that was near me.

"Really Mother nature? You couldn't find any other day.? Why did Aunt Flow have to visit me now of all times?"

A few passersby gave me weird looks but who wouldn't? I was looking like a hobo and my hormones had gone overdrive. I was about to kick a trash can in anger but I stopped my little anger spree when I noticed a stall outside BADA MARKET BAZAAR. With hope and some determination, I walked to the stall that read 'Free sample products' and the two bubbly girls behind the stall looked at me and gave me a smile.

"Madam would you like to..." I didn't let them talk and cut directly to the point.

"Do you have tampons?" I asked them and they looked at each other.

Oh, wait they don't sell Tampons here. I think sanitary pads are more common.

I cleared my throat and asked them with a pleading look "Do you have pads?"

One of the girls smiled at me and said "Its orange and..."

"I don't care what the hell its flavor is. Orange or grapes give me a damn pad."

"I have wattpad." The girl chirped and I wanted to slap her.

"I think she wants exam pad?" the other girl spoke.

"Or maybe a notepad?"

The girls started to bicker and I couldn't take it anymore.

"MY VAGINA BURSTED AND IM FUCKING BLEEDING SO COULD YOU GIVE ME A DAMN SANITARY PAD?" I screamed and the girls started at me with wide eyes and I saw fear flashing in their eyes.

"Oh yes ummm. We have a sample of sanitary pads by a new brand called 'Happy bleeding'..." I didn't let them continue their rant and snatched the packet from their hands.

"Can you give me a sample underwear?"

I was joking with them and wanted to see their reaction.

"Of...of course madam. Where else will you stick this sanitary pad? Yes, yes a pad always goes along with an underwear and consider this as our complimentary gift."

The bright and bubbly girl handed me a pure white underwear that had a flower in the center from one of the bags that was kept near her legs.

That's definitely not a sample but why should I complain? I'm getting something for free.

I thanked them and walked away to a free public toilet. It was stinking but I controlled my breath. I made sure that my arse didn't touch the toilet seat because it was floating with alien liquids and who knew what those liquids were.

When I looked up while doing my business I saw a cockroach moving on the wall.

What a tiny object. Nothing can scare me.

Then the devil opened its wings and it started to fly in my direction. I yelped and stumbled outside the stall with my jeans hanging below my hips and even hammy let out an angry yelp.

"Shit that was a close one." I looked at my reflection in the mirror and scrunched my face.

"I look like crap. Maybe crap looks better than me. Shit, the forest in my underarm has begun to grow and it stinks." I spoke to my reflection while washing my hands.

"Maybe I should suck it up and try contacting my mother and go back to New York and holy crap..."

I saw a man standing at the foot of the bridge and my father's voice echoed in my brain giving me a wise advice to help people so that karma never bites me in the ass.

"HEY HEY! STOP! DON'T JUMP." I screamed while running to the man when I noticed that the heel of his foot went up to a 90 degree.

"Well here goes nothing." I ran to him as fast as I could to save him but little did I know that after a few minutes, my life was going to take a complete U-Turn and I was going to have the ride of my life in monstrous roller coaster called life.

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