Chapter 64 - Be strong!

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Clara was sleeping soundly in her room and her phone was ringing continuously.

She starts searching for the phone from her hand without opening the eyes and without looking at the number she picks it up.

"Hello," she answered in the sleepy voice.

"Clara … my child" her father answered hurriedly in a tense voice.

"You. Give it to me " her mother shouted at her father and snatched the phone.

"Hey, she picked my call; so I will talk," her father said and her mother ignored him as always.

"Clara my child, where are you" her mother spoke and put the phone on speaker.

Clara opened her eyes and looked around.

"I am at my house now" she answered in a sleepy voice.

"We called you throughout the night and found that you were harassed by the owner of the bar," her mother said.

"Yeh… but I am fine now"  she explained without thinking anything.

"Yeh. That man is seriously ill now and in the hospital. Who rescued you? " her mother asked.

"I … " she said while reminding that she was saved by Kelvin and then he took her in his car. And after that..everything was blank in her head.

She sat up hurriedly and put her head in her heavy head.

After some time she said," I am fine mom dad, I will call you later," and before her parents could say anything she ended the call.

She looked at her room and then looked at her clothes, she was wearing the same as yesterday, and a released smile came on her face. She patted her heart and then looked at her shirt which was torn.

She touches her shirt and reminds him that the man was touching her and ŀɨċkɨnġ her neck.

She put her hand on her neck.

"Bastard. I will kill you when you come out from hospital" she cursed the owner of the bar and stood up.

When she stood up she looked at her heavy foot, there was more than enough bandage on it.

"Who did this," she mumbled and started thinking about what happened after but she remembered nothing.

She tried to force her brain which contains nothing and left this matter.

She started scratching her neck and went into the bathroom and her eyes popped out after looking at the man's clothes which were hanging there.

She blinked her eyes multiple times and hurriedly went out from there as she had seen a ghost.

She started looking at the house whether it was hers or someone else.

She looked at the house which lacks the furniture and took a deep breath.

"It's mine," she said to herself while patting her heart and a wide smile appeared on her face; " those clothes must be my illusion," she said to herself in a low voice and opened the door again with new hope and she found those clothes there again.

"AHHHHH" she shouted in frustration and started looking at the house once again.

She took that shirt and trousers out, they put them on the sofa.

"They are real," she said and started crying without tears.

She starts looking around and finds none.

There were 3 bedrooms in the house and she already checked the two.

The only and last room was remaining. She opened the door silently and looked inside quietly as if she was in someone else's house.

She looked at the long legs which were coming out from the blanket and then she went towards them while walking like a thief. 

As far as she looked at that man she could see his muscles and nȧkėd skin.

She gulped her saliva while looking at the perfect body.

"Did I try to rȧpė him yesterday?" she said to herself while looking at his nȧkėd white skin.

She went close to who he was and found the one and only creature on the earth.

'Kelvin' she said to herself and started going away from there to take a fresh breath.

She stepped backward and a naughty vase dropped on the floor. She tried to catch it and failed.

"Thud" a voice comes and her whole blood gets drained.

Kelvin listens to the voice and hurriedly sits down.

"Ahhh" he shouted after looking at Clara whose eyes got huge dark circles from her eyeliner,  her hairs were messily set and she was looking like a sister of a terrible zombie.

Clara was looking at him with guilty eyes because she was thinking she took his dignity after he saved her.

"Actually... I am sorry for last night" she said in a polite voice.

He looked at her innocent face and heard her gentle words.

'Is she drunk' he said to himself and started looking at her with a blank face. 

She became quiet and started looking at him.

Kelvin looked at her which was similar to you yesterday and realized that rainbow; with an angry face, he said,'' You destroyed my clothes ---" and before he could complete his sentence. 

Clara said, ``I am sorry for trying to do that with you…. Actually, I was not in control" she said and confused him.

He thought about her statement and an evil smile appeared on his face.

"You tried to take my first time and now you are saying sorry. Can you sorry heal my emotions" he said while behaving as a weak lady.

"...." Clara looked at him and started crying without tears.  Then she looked at his face where he was hiding his smile.

"You…. " she said in the frustrated tone.

"Me?" He replied in a seductive voice and started laughing loudly.

"You go out from my house," she shouted and gestured towards the door.

"Ok," he said and started standing up. She looked at his nȧkėd upper half and when he started standing up, her face became red while looking at his perfect body, and before he could stand she left the room with her nosebleed.

He stood from the bed and looked at Clara's pink pajama which he was wearing.

He laughed at her when she ran out.

"Gosh, this tight pajama," he said to himself and started walking.

Clara, who was talking about fresh oxygen to relax her emotions, looked at the familiar car which stopped at her house.

And within the second her parents start rushing into the house.

She looked at him in her pink pajama and started laughing loudly.

" oh my goodness," she said while laughing.

"Hey…. I can take it off if you want to see more " he said while coming close to her with a seductive smile.

She stepped backward till she reached the wall, he put his hand on the wall and started looking at her red face.

They both can hear each other's heartbeat and their warm breath is touching each other.

Then she heard someone opening the main door.

They looked at each other like a culprit.

"My parents," she informed in a low voice and started looking at him.

She blinked her eyes multiple times and looked at him, who was looking at her with a blank face. she pushed him away from herself and looked at her almirah.

A smile appeared on her face and she held his hand and took him towards the almirah. 

She pushed him inside it forcefully and looked at his innocent puppy face.

"Be strong… I will take you out when they leave, `` she said to him while closing the door of Almirah and she heard a loud screaming voice of her mother.

"Be strong" she said and closed the door with a great force and rushed towards her mother.

Her mother was looking at a man's cloth which was lying on the sofa and her mouth was half-open.

When Clara went downstairs, her mother rushed towards her and held her hands tightly.

"Do you find a man", her mother asked, which made Clara turn into a stone.

"We can adopt him if he is poor and will do your marriage with him," her father said while crying happily.

They both were looking very happy and Clara started looking at them with a frustrating face and within seconds her parents started deciding the clothes which they will wear on marriage.

She was looking at her parents and shouted, "Are you done"

Her mother looked at her and said," please don't show him your wake up Zombie's face or he will die "

Her mother gives her a mother's advice which makes Clara cry.

"These clothes are mine" she shouted while pulling her hair.

"Yours" they both answered in a shocked voice. 

"Yes. I want to wear men's clothes" he said and took a deep breath.

Her father looked at her and then those clothes.

He looked at the shirt size and said," this is not your size, my princess" 

She looked at her parents and said "you both are bullying me … I was harassed by a man yesterday and now you are bullying me" she used her last weapon 'emotional blackmail' to stop this topic.

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#to be continued!