suns rays that enter inside her darkroom.

She loves it.

To be awake at this time is something she recently started liking. After a long painful journey to be able to be awake in peace is something she comes to like.

She heard her alarm going off turning it down she walks towards her bathroom.

She stands in her trance looking at the people around her. Her condo is at the top floor of the poshest building giving her a beautiful view of the sea in front of her eyes.

She finds ships heading to there destination and some people enjoying the beach sand.

She walks back inside holding her iPad to work on her latest design for her clients.

She is a branded designer.

Just that her employees begged her to take a day off and send her home forcefully.

But they don't know that she never like resting. To have her mind busy and her body exhausted is something she always wants.

Because then she won't think.

Of anything and anyone.

She decided to go for a walk because the beautiful streets of Paris are a view no one can resist walking around on. No matter how many years she spends here she can't get enough of it.

She wears a mask and a cap to not have people recognize her starting her walk. She was wearing a pair of black sweat pants and sweater since it's cold now in Paris with her copper glaze hair in a high ponytail.

She walks for a very long time looking at the smile on people faces. She buys herself some snacks walking to sit in front of Eiffel Tower looking at the gorgeous colour changing on it as the night falls.

She had no idea how she spends so much time without knowing but she was glad she did.

She decided she needs to head back now since it was getting late. She walks on the road looking at the sky bumping into someone.

"Oh, Je suis désolé (I'm sorry)". She said softly

"What?". She heard the man in front of her say

She holds her bag from the ground looking at the man who looks Asian.

"I said I am sorry". She said stern

"You don't seem sorry". He commented

"I am just not sorry to any Asian". She said angrily walking past him

"What have Asian done to your highness?". The man said following her

"Why should I tell you?". She asked rudely

"Well you are behaving like this to me and discriminating so I should know". He said moving to stand in front of her blocking her way

He looks at her who is the same height as him and her prominent green eyes shining but her face hidden by the mask.

They are really green.

They are a piercing green that can remind one of a beautiful garden.

Calm but holding a storm.

The way the anger shows in them towards him almost made him wince.

Maybe he shouldn't be doing this but he can't help himself.

"I am Bilal". He said softly

"And I don't care". She said pushing him to walk past him

But her foot slip on something that was on the floor and she almost fall down when his handhold onto her elbow holding her.

She sighs.

She moves his hand standing on her feet when she finds her scandal broken.

Just great. These people (Asian) are actually no good for me. She thoughts

"Here". He said removing his shoe giving it to her

She looks at him weirdly, "No, I can handle my problems".

"You see, us, Asian are taught by our parents to always respect and help the woman. Just take them". He said

"I wonder to which woman you show respect to". She said rolling her eyes starting to walk without taking his shoe

"We show it to all woman". He said angrily because she was just being ridiculous now

"Ahaan". She said sarcastically when a small stone push into her foot making her wince

"That's it". He said holding her hand tightly turning her around, "We are stranger anyway it's not like I will come asking you to return my favour in the future so just take the shoe and we will pretend we never met".

She thought for a second nodding, "Ok".

With that she wears his big shoe making her feel weird.

"I can pay-". She started

He shakes his head, "I am not going to take them. If you do take them out I will run away".

She sighs.

It's no use speaking to this thick head man so she decided to just start walking the other side only for him to still following her.

"What?". She asked irritated after a while

"Nothing. I am in the same way". He said shrugging

She glares at him finally losing all the patience.

"Fine. Then you walk ahead". She said angrily

"Ok. Ok. I am leaving". He said running off somewhere

She waited for a few minutes until she was sure he wasn't here. Then she starts to take steps towards her condo road entering inside her building after entering the passcode.

He looks at her entering inside the building releasing a sigh.

"My mother taught me to protect woman". He said smiling at the thought that he had managed to send a woman safely to her home

******

Her eyes feel hurts from looking at the same screen all day until the night. Her most designs are almost done but since she has her own show coming she needs to be prepared.

"The great Caria heading to take over the world with her magical skills no one else possesses". Her friend- Ginger said walking inside her office

She shakes her head, "I don't know why you love reading all these things".

"You should know what people are talking about you". Ginger said sitting in front of her with loads of newspaper," Plus you did keep me here for your market image".

"True". She replied shortly, "Trust me people love to talk thrash about you only unless they want something from you".

"I don't do that. I say, you my best friend, is a gem who was hidden in a cave where no one was able to discover you and now you have emerged". Ginger said dramatically making her chuckle, "No, seriously, do you see the mirror in the morning?. You need to have a mirror all over your house so you can always look at yourself".

"Ginger". She said not wanting her to continue

"You are the most beautiful person walking and dominating the fashion industry with your extraordinary skills. Your eyes are rare and your hair makes you look surreal. With your Italian background mixed with Asian, you are the most gorgeous woman ever. Do you know you were listed in the top 10 beautiful women all these past years?". Ginger asked

"You are flattering me". She said softly

"Honey, I only flatter people who deserve it. You are literally the best and humble person after having so much and after going through much". Ginger said softly

"You don't know that. I can be rude". She said remembering her last night encounter

"Only when you are hurt". Ginger said standing from her seat

"That's not an excuse". She said watching her leaving

"I never said it was". Ginger said walking out of her office to her own to work

She sighs.

She distracts herself in her words because she never likes showing off herself. The only thing she wanted to show the world and those people was that she was worth it.

That she can do and be something.

She has come this far not on depending on a single being but herself.

And she would never ever depend on anyone.

"Go home, Car". She heard Ginger yelling entering in her office

She looks at the time and it's already 9 PM.

"I need to meet my boyfriend and I cannot be at peace knowing you are overworking yourself". Ginger said holding her things to put them away

"Ginger. I am 25-year old I can take care of myself". She said frowning

Ginger ignored her holding her bag dragging her out of the office, "Yes, yes, I agree with you. Now drive home and you better eat something before you sleep".

She groans.

Ginger ran off and she comprehends to go back into the building when her stomach growled. She shakes her head entering in her Nissan 370Z (sports car) driving away.

She enters into an expensive restaurant that she usually eats. She nodded at the employee who recognises her sitting in the usual corner ordering her food.

Just as she starts to eat she finds looks at a man entering inside and her eyes widen.

It's him.

What was his name again?.

She doesn't remember but the man from yesterday. She quickly paid her bill wearing her mask and hat again as she walks past his table where he sat with some men.

She made it to the lobby when she heard him speak, "You should at least eat your food before you leave".

She closes her eyes groaning to herself. She chose to ignore him walking out of the door only to have him follow her outside.

This man is irritating. She thoughts.

"It's my wish". She said stubbornly

"I know it's yours. I wasn't going to come to you". He said

"I never said I walked out because of you". She replied walking to her car

"Then go back and eat". He challenges

She narrows her eyes at him, "I didn't like the food".

"Lies". He said shrugging, "You are just scared".

"I am not scared of anyone". She said angrily taking a step near him

Her next words seem to mute to him because she was so close to him that he can look in the same eyes again. Each time he looks he finds something.

Today they have a fire.

Burning green.

"I am done". She said after he didn't reply to anything she said before entering into her car and leaving

He shakes his head about to stop her when someone places a hand on his shoulder stopping him.

He turns to his friend Talal who also owns this restaurant.

"Let her be". Talal said, "She is a regular customer here and she is no ordinary woman".

"Who is she exactly?". He asked curiously

"I will tell you some other day". Talal said walking inside

He looks at where her car takes off shaking his head entering back inside the restaurant.

****

She finally did it.

She made it to the world most recognised people.

Her event had made everyone shocked and now everyone wants to work with her.

She stands in her condo with her coffee while in the background the news goes on and on about her famous designs.

She sighs.

Why isn't she happy?.

What is happiness exactly?. She hasn't seen or felt it once in her life to know exactly what it is. Besides that, she has never felt something else too.

Peace.

She wonders if they go hand in hand or they are two separate things.

Why is her soul so desperate for?.

She has what people wish to have money, fame, popularity, recognition and so much more.

Why isn't she feeling anything?.

Why is she so....empty?.

The feelings nag her day and night. She lives so far from her people, culture, society, religion into a completely different person.

But, isn't culture and society a manipulation of religion?. Isn't it moulded into what people want and likes from it?.

She can't say.

She has never liked things the way they are.

Being on her own caused her some sort of relief but the soul doesn't rest, does it?. It always stays inside nagging at us. We just tend to ignore it's voice.

What does her soul wishes for?.

She doesn't know the answers and not knowing tends to frustrate her. That is why she never wants to think. She just wants to work beyond her limits and just not think.

She wishes she doesn't have the ability to think.

She wishes so much.

She is a complicated mess.

She looks at her phone ringing and ignored it.

Her thoughts have taken a toll on her to do anything else.

She just stays in her trance while the cold winds rush past her doing what they meant to do leaving her cold.

Why can't she be a season?.

Just come once in a while and leave.

She sighs.

She closes her eyes sitting on the cold floor giving into the darkness.

******

The next day she was sore all over.

Yes, she slept in the trance and now she is down with flu.

She groans.

She heard her phone going off but she decided not to answer it moving to her bed sleeping again.

She was awake after a while feeling her throat itching so she proceeds to drink some water when her phone rang again making her angry now.

She knows her office is closed because everyone has a vacation after such an important event.

"What?". She answered her call

"Caria?". She heard a soft scared voice that had her heart clenched

"Why are you calling?". She asked trying to hide the pain in her voice

"It's me, Cari. I missed you". The voice replied and she knows she is crying

"Why?". Caria asked again

"I want you here. I know you are busy but I am getting married. I want you with me, please. If I ever meant something you have to come". She said

Caria cancelled the call throwing her phone on the wall breaking it.

Why?. Why does she have to call her?.

She holds her hair tightly losing her mind after hearing her voice. After so many years she demanded something she can't do.

Something she won't do.

How can she?. How can she ask her that?.

How?.

She wanted to punch something but refrain not wanting to have a trip to doctor answering unnecessary questions.

Dammit.

She was losing her mind.

The sickness with this causes her to black out falling on the ground.