Chapter -1(a)
She was so bone-weary that she could hardly fit her key into the lock of the front door.It had been a long and turbulent flight , and the landing had been delayed due to fog.One of the younger girls had become almost hysterical with fright, and it had been Sharon who had sat with her and soothed her while the plane made its ultimate , laborious descent.
She closed the door behind her thankfully and stood for a moment , staring round the living room.It was scrupulously clean and tidy Mrs Anderson had seen to that- but the air smelled stale and unused. Sharon opened the window and let the evening air steam into the room.
Her body shivered a little , still nostalgic for the sultry heat of the Caribbean sun she had just left , but her tired mind welcomed the invigoration of the icy drought. A pile of mails awaited her attention on the small dining table by the window , and she had picked up more envelopes from the mat on her way through, but had could wait until tomorrow, she thought, kicking her shoes off . She needed a bath too. She felt cramped and sticky after the long hours in the flight , and then the taxi ride , crammed in with the other girls -but that could wait as well.
She walked into the room , shedding her clothes as she went. The bed waited , its covers invitingly turned back , and her nightdress arranged in a fan shape, because Mrs Anderson had once been a chambermaid in a hotel , but Sharon didn't even bother with that.She simply cleaned off her make up - the routine she would follow if she was dying she'd often thought - and fell ,naked , into the bed and into profound sleep.
She stirred once or twice , even opened her eyes , disturbed by noises in the street outside , a vacuum cleaner operating in the flat above , but she did not wake. when eventually she moved , stretched luxuriously and st up , yawning , a glance on her watch showed she had slept the clock round . She thought ruefully , ' I must be getting old '. she'd felt old on the trip . all the models had been in their teens ; she'd been only twenty years old .
Rey had laughed at her . ' found any grey hairs ?' he'd jeered . " don't complain to Kriya about your age . She's two years older than you.' Sharon didn't bother to state the obvious - that Kriya was not and never be a photographic model . She'd been a plump , pretty art student with gentle eyes and a mass of waving hair when Rey had met her and married her , and marriage and a baby hadn't changed her , but neither her face nor her figure would ever be her fortune .
Nor are mine , Sharon thought as she got out of bed , but they're a living .She glanced at herself in the full length mirror as she padded into the bathroom and turned on the shower.There was nothing narcissistic in the action , but it probably wasn't strictly necessary either . She had been in the West Indies with the others to model a range of very expensive swim-wear for a glossy magazine , and Sharon would soon have it heard from Rey if her slender body had gained or lost
a vital pound anywhere.He had known her ever since she came to London looking for work two years before , and he'd taught her all she'd ever needed to know about facing a camera.
Not that she had ever seriously planned to become a model . She had never regarded her own looks as startling in any way , yet it was Rey who had first suggested the idea while she was still at school. He had come to the school to visit his cousin Simi , who was Sharon's greatest friend , and taken them both out to lunch . He was already a name in the photographic world , and Sharon wouldn't have been human if she hadn't been flattered by his interest , but at the same time she had seen her life running along very different lines.
It had been an amazing experience for her .her face had stared from the pages of every glossy magazine , her eyes seeming to widen endlessly , while the delicate mouth curled a little , giving an effect which was at the same time innocent and sensual . The French fashion house which was launching the Product and the model had been ecstatic , and sales had bloomed.And she had become famous.
She rinsed her hair and turned off the shower .She dried herself and changed into her nightdress.
Mrs Anderson had stocked the fridge and the vegetable rack on her last visit , so Sharon grilled herself a steak and made salad to go with it .when she had eaten and cleared away , she carried her coffee over to the sofa and curled up with her letters. As she had suspected , most of them were in buff envelopes , and she grimaced slightly as she turned them over .And then she there was a letter from Taani .
Sharon stared down at the square white envelope , and the familiar sprawling handwriting , her brows drawing together in a swift frown. Instinct told her that Tanni would only be writing to her because of some kind of crisis , and reminded her that it would probably be something she would rather not know . Unless it was about Rish, she thought , a sudden feeling of panic seizing her. He hadn't been feel , she knew from his own rare letters , and it had been a while since she'd heard from him , apart from the usual formal exchange phones and letters.
She went on looking at the unopened envelope , concern for Rish battling with desire to tear Tanni's letter .She owed her young step-sister nothing , she thought vehemently . But Rish was different .She had never met with anyone but kindness and consideration from him , and she she owed him something in return. Not the money he paid into her account each quarter , she thought fiercely , although she could have repaid it quite easily but because she never touched it. When she left Aston , she had sworn never to accept another penny of Shekhawat money . She would be independent of them all , especially ...
Ah well this is the first part of chapter 1 . i hope u liked it and please tell me shud i continue with this FF or not ! Critics are most welcomed but if u did like this chapter plz like it and comment .If I feel u liked this chapter I would update the next part of this chapter today only :))
Edited by ikki215 - 11 years ago
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