The Art Of Love ✓

7.3|Rich Hearts: Baffled|

T W O   Y E A R S   A G O

Zuri opened the door of her flat sneakily and tip-toed to her elder sister's room.

As she entered the room she saw her sleeping while fully covered in a comforter. And Zuri like an overjoyed kid jumped on her.

"I'm back, Zee!"

In a reply she heard a whining sound, a masculine whining sound. And she froze at her not-so-decent position.

"Zuri!!!" She heard her sister's voice from behind. Zuri turned around to see her sister standing in the entrance of the ensuite in just a bathrobe with wet hair, her face showing her shocked state.

Zuri pulled the comforter from the person's face and what she saw was a handsome guy sleeping like a cute baby.

For once she forgot the awkwardness of the situation and lost herself in admiring his gorgeousness.

"Zuri!" She heard her sister Ziya again that brought her back to the planet earth.

She adjusted her specs and stood up. Her eyes darted at Ziya, who visibly looked pale.

"You were supposed to return on Monday?." Ziya inquired.

"Yes, I was. But then I thought to surprise my sister because I was unaware of your these plans." She replied in a disappointed tone, pointing towards the guy sleeping on her bed.

Zuri hated it when Ziya would sleep with any random rich guy. And the reason would be money.

Tears were evident in her eyes even through her glasses. Before Ziya could say anything she left the room.

Ziya sighed and picked her dress from the cupboard. She knew her way of earning money was wrong. But that was the only way she knew. She wasn't well-educated to have a well-paid job. Her dead parents had nothing except for their financial debts.

Zuri hated when her sister acts like a gold-digger. But she knew that her college fees has been paid through the money those men give.

She was helpless, so was her destiny.

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P R E S E N T   T I M E

Zuri was idly sitting on her bed. All blank and bored. It was frustrating as well as depressing to realise that she has lost all the memories related to her past life. The doctor said that she may or may not gain her memory back. And somehow it felt as if Advay was relieved about that. He didn't look worried at all, he looked like a burden has been taken down from his shoulders.

There is something she needs to know. She doesn't know what but there is something Advay wants to hide from her.

"Tada! Here's your favourite tomato soup." Advay entered the room with the breakfast. Only the aroma of food made her stomach grumble. As the tray was put in her lap she happily started eating. It was her first meal in fifteen months and she couldn't ask for anything better. Even a boring soup seemed like potion of immortality to her.

Advay sat beside her on the bed and kept looking at her. He couldn't help but smile. Even with a lost memory she was the same childish Zuri. His innocent butterfly.

"Advay?" She looked at him curiously, as if she wanted to ask something.

"Yes?" As much as Advay knew his wife, her question will definitely make him run for the hills. She will ask the most awkward question in the most innocent way possible.