Rania looked at her mother-in- law without any expression on her face, she merely smiled and muttered ' ok'.

On the inside she was broken, his name was enough to invoke the heartbreak she had suffered.

All she wanted was to go to her  room and cry, but she couldn't.

Sean was busy texting Sybil when her mother was talking to Rania, and he didn't hear the conversation.

He got up from his place, kissed his mother on her cheek and left.

Rania seeing this as an opportunity excused herself and went to his room,  which was temporarily hers for the time being.

She entered the room and went straight to open her luggage and rummaged through them to get her diary and album out.

In these things were the remains of her life she had lived.

She didn't know that at that point in her life she was happy, and this situation has propelled her to remember those days.

Varun was just not a name, it was a piece of her already battered heart, and one thing she was determined about nobody here could ever know about him.

Sean arrived at Sybil's place and as he rang the bell , the door swinged open and he felt a punch on his face.

Sybil was fuming with anger, and Sean had an inkling as to what had fuelled it. She knew about his marriage.

Although they weren't serious with each other, but in Sybil's heart Sean had a different place, she loved him but not in a way that would mean that they should stay together and butterflies in the stomach.

It was complicated.

Sean was still at the door ,when she pulled him in and kissed him.

After an hour or so,they were in bed when Sybil popped the question, ' so you got married and you didn't tell me, so who is this girl who hooked you'.

'It was more like I got coerced into it by my parents who have a strange connection with her',he thought.

He paused for a moment and replied' It was unplanned and we are taking it slow'.

' so that's why you came here, leaving your newly wed wife to share my bed and that's taking it slow', she said mockingly.

Sean was abashed at her blumtness of her words.

' its ok you don't want to discuss this with me ,but don't lie to me ever Sean,' she said almost dismissing him.

He got the cue, got dressed and left her apartment.

He drove into a bar and ordered a drink.

Rania was reading her diary, the testament to her fantasies, fears, and matters of her heart.

She had always wondered why she hadn't been like the other girls , waiting for the perfect man to sweep them of their feet, or maybe just be with someone who made her feel special.

She had grown up too fast for her age, or maybe life had been too harsh on her and made her face reality , she didn't know how it felt to be loved.

And then this marriage, she didn't know what to do next, she obviously wouldn't be with that man for her lifetime, he was way beyond her league. It seemed like she was living the dream of her best friend Ria ,who always said that she wanted to get married to foreigners with castle like houses and an accent to die for.

Rania didn't wish this life for anyone and in that moment she decided that she wouldn't be meek anymore, she would stand up for herself.

She put away the diary and  album in her bag and went to freshen up.

Meanwhile, Sean had two- three drinks, and was lost in his thoughts, tomorrow his sister would be back, and he would tell her that her revenge was taken.

That Conwell's had lost both their money and daughter, and he could do whatever he wanted to do with both of them.

That was the problem he hadn't planned to wed their daughter , but leave her just like their son had done. His parents had something with this girl which they weren't telling him. Today he would ask her directly.

He made a call to the driver to pick him up from the bar, as he had drinks and didn't want to drive.

The driver came twenty minutes later and Sean sat in the car and set for his home.

He reached at around quarter to eleven and went upstairs, he entered the room and kicked his shoes off his feet and unbuttoned his shirt, he was feeling unusually hot.

Just then he heard a gasp, it was that girl, she was looking at him , her hair was not tied and it looked wet.

' made yourself comfortable in my room already,' he said.

Rania didn't reply and went towards the door to leave ,when she felt his hands around her right wrist.

She looked at him, he was drunk and she didn't want to say anything to him at this time.

' if you want to talk, let's do it when you are sober, now leave my hand' she said calmly.

Sean smirked and he pretended to loosen his grip on her hand ,but a second later he pulled her wrist and brought her closer, she smelled like roses.

He was looking at her and she couldn't handle the intensity of his gaze.

' I'll let you go ,if you answer my question, how do you know my mother '.

' leave me, I'm not telling you anything'.

She was testing his patience already, he pulled her more closer, her face was close she turned it away from him.

He leaned in and said' you don't like me miss Conwell, yet your heartbeats is faster when I'm close too you, what if I go further than that'.

It was this words that made her shudder and she pushed him back and left the room.

Sean was still smiling and he fell on the bed and was fast asleep.

Rania on the other hand was shaken,the proximity between them was not good at all, she didn't like the way it made her feel.

The very fact that made her feel was chilling her bones with fear and anxiety.

Tomorrow morning would be the last of this drama that surrounded her.

A/N

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