Iva's POV :

The receptionist welcomed and greeted us with a sober smile. I was already feeling intimidated in her office. Just then one of the staff member came to us and introduced herself as Stella's assistant. She took us upstairs. While climbing, I noticed that the stairs were black and white shimmering, looking like piano keys.

We we reached the last step and moved forward, I was struck by the view. The room had black walls. The floor was carpeted with black tiles. The ceiling too was black but it had a beautiful chandelier hanging. It was really beautiful and big like the one you see in Indian Royal Palaces. One of the walls was occupied with black and white pictures of famous celebrities like Marilyn Monroe, Angelina, etc. At the other side of the wall stood a black artificial tree with silver stem and branches and it was all roped by small led lights. I was so amazed by the view of the room.

"Hello Ana. Hello Tia." Stella came from somewhere and greeted us. "Shall we start." She said checking her watch. We nodded a yes.

Stella started with her work. First she washed my hairs. Two girls joined to help her. After she was finished, one of the girls gave her a scissor and comb. I sensed what she was going to do, so I interrupted. "Please I don't want any cuts." I said as much politely as I could. I didn't wanted to make her or Ana mad.

"Of course. I am just trimming them. You have got a forest of spit ends. You should take care of your hairs."

"Yes I will." I said sheepishly.

Ana was sitting on the sofa, doing some work in her laptop. Many times I saw her but she didn't swept her eyes for once from the screen.

After doing my hair. Her assistants were doing my pedicure while Stella was doing something with my face. There were face mask, lotions, creams and so many things I didn't know we do just for face.

After an hour or so she finished. "Well, I am done. Now it's your turn." She handled me a short floral dress. "Wear it."

I came out of the changing room and I could hear the 'Awes' from the room.
"Iva you are looking so pretty!!" Ana exclaimed.

"Really?"

"Yes! Haven't you seen yourself?"

"Well, Stella had cover the mirror during the makeover time and there were no mirrors in the changing room too." I said.

Stella and Ana laughed.

"Well you can see now." Ana dragged me in front of a big mirror. And I must say for a moment I wasn't able to identify my ownself.

"Stella, you have made me beautiful." I said. My eyes still on the mirror. Seriously? Is this reflection mine?

"Darling you are already beautiful. I just tried to enhance them."

I had no big glasses on my face. No wig. My naturally brunette hair flowing down my waist. My blue eyes were shining and my lips plump red. Is this me? Have I changed so much in the last two years?

"I am speechless." I said.

"Well, I hope you don't go back to your previous look again. You got a chance to advance in life. And I don't think you'll do it. I mean who will?"

Her words were like needles pricking my ears. How can she say this? I looked at Ana. She sensed my anger and changed the topic.

"Yes. Thank you so much Stella. This means alot. Do come to the show." They shaked hands and we left.

Ana was driving. I was looking out of the window. Why I am doing this? How can I?

"Iva?" Ana called.

"Yes." I replied plainly.

"Are you happy?"

"Why will I be happy? Because you have made me look good? Because you made me a loser?"

"What? Loser?"

Yes a loser! You know very well why I wear those glasses and that wig and those stupid clothes still in this whole fucking world you made as your model. I wanted to shout but I didn't. Instead I chose to stay quiet.

"Iva? What's the matter?"

Nothing.

"Iva." She stopped the car. "Will you say something?"

"What should I say?"

"Whatever that's going on your mind. You don't seem happy by the makeover."

"I am fine." Just move the car.

"We reached home Iva." She said.

I looked around. Yes we have reached her home. Was I blind? How couldn't I see we reached her home. All the way my eyes were wandering outside the window. I felt a stitching pain in my head and all I could see was black.

.........

"Iva.." I heard a voice. I was slow and supple yet the way he said it made my body stiff. I wanted to shiver but I couldn't. I wanted to run. But I couldn't.

"Ivaa...you know you can't hide from me." His voice became closer. I just wanted to disappear. I didn't wanted to see his face. I closed my eyes and pressed it as hard as I could not wanting to see him again. I was covered with sweat as I had covered myself up to the head. Somewhere I knew that it wasn't the blanket but his voice. A cold shiver ran down my spine.

"Come..let's go..." I heard him. This time his voice was deep and I could hear them in a whisper in my ear.

He's come very close to me!

My hands were trembling. There were tremors all over my body. I wanted to die out of breath but not by him. I didn't wanted to see him again. He's cruel. Evil. The person whom I hate and fear the most.

There was only darkness. My eyes weren't ready to open. Somehow, somewhere, somebody please get me out of this hell. I prayed but it was in vain.

The blankets were slowly sliding down from my head. I wanted to hold them but I felt my hand gone numb. There was no life left in my body. I was paralyzed. The only thing was working was my hear and my breath. I could hear them both very clearly. The heart was beating like hundreds of drums, loudly and thumping on every beat. While my breath was as slow as the clouds; soft and subtle.

I felt his touch. His hands were on my forehead, caressing my hairs. I couldn't control myself anymore and the next moment I heard my own scream, "Helppppppp meeee!!!!!!!"

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