As Rania left the Knightley's household with her father and brother, her heart was in tatters and her body exhausted from the turmoil of the last few days.

They reached their house Rania quietly went inside and into her room upstairs and she slumped on the floor, the reality of the situation sinking in, tears fell from her eyes.

Mr Conwell downstairs couldn't believe his luck that Mr Knightley had let them go easily, there was something amiss, he could feel it but he couldn't quite put a finger too it. His son was joyous, all but him could sense a storm coming.

Rania was still crying she wanted to forget everything that happened with her, she went towards the bathroom and sat under the shower her clothes drenched, when she realized it was given by him, she quickly undressed and threw them as if it was filth.

She hated him.

On the other hand Mr Knightley was busy rejoicing with his brother Adrian on his victory over champagne. The papers in his hand was the key to the further destruction the Conwell's had to face.

His mind drifted to a certain Conwell, she was defiant, firm in her opinions. He liked such qualities, and the way she danced, it was ethereal.

He stopped his mind to not venture to her, she was a pawn ,he had still some use of her , afterwards she would be of no importance. He was bidding his time and went towards the window and said to himself
" Not so fast miss Conwell I still have use of you ,I let you go but I'm coming for you again".

Rania changed into her own clothes, she decided to talk to her father to let her go back to India, but what she didn't know that she was in the middle of this mess.

Everyone was looking at Rania when she reluctantly came down  after her her father had insisted she came down. Her grandmother hugged her and made her sit by her side.

Marianne Conwell was fuming she just wanted to ask her whether she signed any papers and get it done with and said
" Did you sign any papers when you were there?"

Rania looked up but didn't answer.
Marianne asked again and again but she kept quite.

Her father then cleared his throat and asked her once again ,but all they got was silence.

Rania got up from the chair she was sitting removing her grandmother's hand from his and said" I want to go back, either you get the tickets arranged or I will" and left without a backward glance.

She didn't want to stay in her father's house it was suffocating her, instead she we went outside and kept walking.

She loved walking but today she was trying to clear her mind from the pain, indifference she had faced all her life. She reached the park where she had previously been with her grandmother.

She sat on one of the benches and pulled her knees up and looked at the sky. Her life had never been a fairytale, she didn't expect it to be, she just wanted peace, quiet. She never wanted to get married ,she knew better seeing her parents marriage.

She was quietly contemplating when it started raining, usual in London weather, but it was not usual for her at all. She was getting drenched in the rain with her tears mixing in it.

After what seemed like an hour ,she could sense someone's gaze on her she looked up and her eyes widened it was the man himself.

She jumped from her seat and was breathing heavily, he was not in his suit ,but in casual clothes and he was looking at her and smiling.

In that moment Rania was enraged ,this man knew no limits after what he had done to her.

She was ready to leave when he said " I haven't come here to kidnap you again miss Conwell, I want to talk to you".

She kept walking not giving a listen when she sensed him walking beside her ,she turned her head and said" I don't want to talk with you ,please leave me alone ,I did what you asked me to do, now what do you want from me".

That question jolted him and he assessed her from up to down ,her clothes were drenched, sticking to her body, she had a good figure, she had a presentable face, for the first time he had looked at her properly.

Rania could sense him looking at her and she moved back creating a distance with him.

He smirked and said" don't ask questions you don't want answers too".

In that moment he didn't expect a resounding slap on his face.

He touched his cheek and in that instance he pulled her forearm and brought her closer to him and he looked at her menacingly.

She was wriggling to set herself free when he let go of her arm and snaked his arm around her waist making her escape impossible.

Rania was hitting at his chest when he pulled her more closer, until their were mere inches away.

They were in this position and he said" Seriously miss Conwell you slapped me, you shouldn't have".

And then his free hand was on her jaw, tracing it and he turned her face towards him and leaned in and said" you think I'm interested in a girl like you Rania, who is just ordinary, I told you before and I'm telling you know you are nothing to me ,I came here to ensure you don't leave London until I'm done with you" and released her.

She looked at him and said
" I know I'm ordinary ,a big nothing, I don't need your validation Mr Knightley" and left .

His work was done, he turned towards his car ,when he saw her walking away, there was something in the way she did things, that caught his attention.

He sat in his car and called Josh and smiled, his work was done.

He went home and decided to call Sybil but to his utter surprise she was in his bedroom already waiting for him, he undressed and joined her in the bed,but in his mind , a certain ordinary girl was paving her way in and when they had made love , he got up from the bed and went towards the window and looked outside, and it dawned to him Rania Conwell's story was far from over.