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An adolescent boy went into the big room which was painted white and his face was worried.
He looked at the man who was reading the documents silently.
" Sir" he whispered.
Seb looked at that man and asked," What's wrong "
"Ummm….. There is a problem" he said in a shaky voice.
"Problem., "Seb asked
" I mean there was a problem. but it is solved now"
" Say it," Seb said calmly
" Mia"
" what Mia … say it " Seb shouted.
" Aurora needs the bone marrow and she was facing the health problem … but now Mia's father donated it "
Seb went toward him and asked
" What??!!??… why didn't you said it to me earlier"
"Sir, the master denied. He doesn't want any problem in your operation" He said and his whole body was shaking.
" Mia is more important than any other thing in my life..and you better start working for me, if you want to live, "Seb said and his eyes were filled with anger.
" Book a ticket now!!!" Seb shouted and the man ran away.
Seb throws all the papers from the table and starts shouting in pain….
" How can I be that useless? " His eyes turned red and tears started flowing from his eyes.
****
*In the morning *
The sun with a lot of new hope rose and it spread its rays on Mia who was sleeping on the chair, beside Aurora.
Someone starts patting her head and she slightly opens her eyes. ."Clara "
She looked at Clara and sat straight.
Clara looked at her with concerned eyes and whispered," Don't worry about Aurora, I am here for the…. You have to reach the airport in an hour, and your mar-"
" I know," Mia declared before Clara could complete her sentence, then she looked at her sleeping beauty and kissed on her head.
," I will be back soon, please TAKE CARE …. YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING" she mumbled.
Clara looked at Mia and Mia hugged her as she was saying," thank you"
After some time Mia went out
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She went into the airport with her father and their bodyguards where Seb was running towards his car and they both crossed each other without knowing, it was looking like time stopped when they both crossed.
She took a deep breath and accepted her fate….
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*In the hospital*
"Seb," Clara said
" Where is Mia," he asked hurriedly and started looking everywhere for him, he checked the washroom and then looked at Aurora.
His eyes were searching for Mia desperately.
Aurora was glancing at Seb with a blank face, as he was acting like a completely different person.
Aurora uttered," Uncle Seb"
Seb looked at Aurora and came into his senses.
He went towards Aurora and consulted," Are you fine"
Aurora nodded with a smile.
" where is Mia" he inquired
"She is safe and went to her home country" Clara replied and Seb nodded.
And he feels convinced when Clara says that 'Mia is fine' and after some time he left the place.
As soon as he left Clara asked Aurora, with anxious eyes," Don't you want him to be your father"
"No "Aurora answered without a second thought.
Clara's face dropped on the floor and she asked," Why"
" Because he is not able to save my mother…. I want a father who acts like a warrior not like a doctor "Aurora explained in an elegant voice. She was looking like Mia's mother who wants the best husband for her daughter.
"Oh!" Clara said as she had no words to say.
*****
*In a small Church *
Mia was sitting in the empty Church, in the long white gown, her long black hair was in a bundle of curls and tied into a messy bun and Strands draping over her face, giving it an attractive finish. A simple white clip was used to hold the hair in place, giving her hairstyle a slightly sophisticated, yet elegant look.
She was sitting there alone as her brother denied to come in such a marriage and others don't matter.
After some time a man comes inside in a black suit.
" Madam, sign them," he said with a normal tone… he was looking like a bodyguard.
Mia looked at him and silently signed that document after reading them. They were marriage documents.
" Where is the groom?" she asked while looking at the man.
"You will meet him in the mansion… We will go their very soon"
Mia nodded after looking at him. Her eyes were burning and she was ready for the worst.
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