A woman with a voice is, by definition, a strong woman. But the search to find that voice can be remarkably difficult.”
—Melinda Gates, philanthropist

"Ah! Ah.....! Oh,.......god....."
"Yes.......that's it sweetheart. Keep doing that, fuck............so good"
'Ah!!!!', A sudden gasp left my mouth as I woke up with the images of two naked bodies entwined together, kissing hungrily and their hands exploring each other aggressively as they traverse their carnal desires.
It took me a moment to realize that I was in my own bed, away from that
distressing and forbidden night.
Sweat trickled down my face, just by remembering that fateful night which
snatched away my dignity and self-respect. I felt suffocated in my large room remembering the hands of stranger on my unadulterated body.
I woke up from my bed, not having time to reminiscise the gut-wrenching thoughts of that destructive night of my life.
Its been whole two weeks since that awful night, from when the nightmares have over-took my dreamless nights.
I scanned my room and noticed that it's almost 10 am. I felt exhausted from the
seven hours of complicated surgery,
which finished by 5 am. But these nightmares didn't let me to have a wink
of sleep peacefully.
The sun was beaming in the almost afternoon sky, trying to penetrate its sharp rays through the covered blinds.
I stirred towards my glass windows and
opened the blinds, creating a way for
the rays to lit up my dark room.
I moved through the glass partition to the open balcony which had a great view of faraway city as our mansion was situated at the outskirts of bustling city. I inhaled the calm air, letting it to cool my tense nerves before I decided
to take a warm bath to join my family
for the breakfast.
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"What's with the hush-hush early in the morning?", I asked the duo of father-sonwho were whispering in a hushed tone, seated on the breakfast table waiting for the Queen grandma to arrive.
"Are they plotting against you pops?", I
asked moving towards my grandpa,
placing a kiss on his cheek to greet.
He snorted,"What can these young lads
plot against lord of tea plantations:,
he boasted himself, folding the paper that he was previously reading.
My dad snickered at that, "says the man, who was sitting at the corner with loss, until his generous son stepped in
to take-over", dad said pointing towards himself.
My brother let out a loud laugh at that,
high-fiving with my dad.
"I didn't know you were a washout,
Poppy", he jested further calling the name, my grandpa hated.
My grandpa's face contorted in anger,
"Don't call me that!", he said outraged.
My stupid bro continued to rile him up,
"What should I not call you ,Poppy?" he asked innocently like a child.
"Yes, don't call me that", he said irritated at Rishi's antics.
"Ok, Poppy, How about I call you Yéyé?",
he asked blinking his eyes, as though asking for permission.
"No. Which language is it?",grandpa's eyebrows furrowed in clear confusion.
"It's Mandarin", he replied and started to think of any other name.
"Um .......'Ong noi' sound good for you"
he concluded to himself.
"No", grandpa replied suddenly now his both brows almost touched each other.
"Abuelo?"
"No"
"Lolo"
"No"
"Jaddi"
"No"
"Last name, take or leave, I'm calling you this. Hara boji", he huffed out as if he ran out of names in his dictionary.
Rishi is crazy about learning languages.
He can fluently speak in 12 different languages. He is truly gifted.
Well, if we neglect his childishness.
"Sounds good", my dad supplied teasingly.
"Now which language is that?",grandpa
asked irritated.
"It's my favorite Korean name for grandfather",my brother replied excitedly.
"I'm going to castrate you rascal", my
grandma's thunderous voice boomed
in the large hall making us suddenly
quiet.
"Now, the lion lost its paws", grandpa howled at my brother who was sitting like an obedient child.
"I'm really going to castrate you this time", grandma glared at my brother
menacingly which made Rishi to gulp
down in panic.
"Hee...hee....You are not going to do that", he replied with conviction laughing sheepishly.
"And what made you to think so?", she asked gritting her teeth with a fake smile.
"Because, I'm entrusted to expand your
future generation with my precious sperms, so you will not castrate me",
he replied with a proud smile pressing on that word.
My dad and pops nearly chocked by his blunt words.
"I don't want your nincompoop sperms,
to continue my future generation", she
replied sweetly to him,"Samaira will do
that job", she said with a straight face.
It was my turn to be dumb-founded.
"Excuse me?", I was stupefied by her thoughts, "from where does this topic arise suddenly?"
"Ha.....ha....dream on Nina(grandma)",
Rishi interrupted before she could speak,"hell freezes , before she let's a man within five-feet around her",he
cackled pointing at me.
They are gonna die of shock, if they know what happened in Spain.
Nina is very traditional and strict woman, even my dad doesn't speak a word against her. She is the queen of our home, so the name Nina(means queen).
"She is already 28, it's high time to get
married for a girl",she said seeing straight into my eyes.
Girl..
Girl....
.
this always put my blood on fire.
"Rishi is 30, first let's think about him", I said matching her tone.
"He is a man, he can stay single all his life, but you can't", she spat at me.
"I'm not marrying, atleast not in this lifetime. You can try all you want", I
yelled at her.
"Watch your tone, young lady. That's your grandma", my pops warned me.
This old man, never disagrees with his queen.
Just you wait and watch for my time to come.
"You know what? I'm done eating", I
got up from my seat grabbing my stuff.
"Sam, finish your meal", dad chided.
"You can feed your queen", I sarcastically replied and kissed my dad
bidding him farewell and moved towards door.
"Samaira,wish your grandparents goodbye", my father said sternly.
"Bye, Nina". I hugged her reluctantly.

"Wait I'm coming, Sam", my brother
halted me before I reached pops.
There was a mischievous grin on his
handsome face, which I understood.
"Bye......Bye....POPPY", we sang like
kindergarten children and ran away from home laughing loudly.
"I will see you later rascals....", pops
annoyed voice reached us.
"Bye bro", I hugged him and stepped in sparky, my Bentley Mulsanne car; still
laughing at my pops face from earlier.
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I was greeted by cheerfull face of my
secretary cum bestfriend Elena Haye
as I reached our EZ group of hospitals
"You are quite in a mood today", she said holding the doorway to the
conference room open.
"Yeah", I grinned. "Am I late today?", I asked her seeing the room full of
professors and doctors to discuss a new complex case today.
"No", she replied setting up my laptop for presentation and sitting beside me.
"Let's start with the discussion, shall we?", I asked , taking my assigned seat
amongst other professionals.
Here goes my day juggling as a chief executive and a surgeon.
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I got a call from my dad at 7 in the evening, requesting my presence
urgently, so I decided to wrap up for the day and came home.
I saw an American couple of around mid-50s seated on the couch with my
family surrounding them and discussing like long -lost relatives.
Hmm.....it smells like a trouble.
I decided to carefully tiptoe towards my room and I was performing a happy dance in my mind as I was halfway through the staircase, before the stern voice of the she-devil reached me.
"Samaira, darling the guests are waiting for you"
darling?...and my Nina?........its definitely a trouble.
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