CHAPTER TWO.

A day later.

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Grandmother may have succeeded in getting me married to that big eyed moron but there is no way in hell I'm letting her talk me into an open wedding or honey moon.

"The stupid ring you made me wear is enough proof grandmother",I glance up from a large file on my desk when my secretary walks in.

"But i—",she tries to tell me in a distressed tone but I cut her off firmly.

"No buts grandmother,you may have talked me into getting married to that moron but don't expect me to act like a husband, signing the marriage certificate is the only thing you will get from me, goodbye".

"Wait sylar!",she quips before I can hang up.

"What now?",I tap my feet impatiently.

"Just wanted to let you know that Kareena is moving in today",she tells me in a cordial tone.

I stifle an irate response and take a deep breath to calm myself,"sure do whatever you want, it's not like I have a say in my life anymore".

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Kareena's pov

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Getting out of the long weird car dadee ma(grandmother) made me enter earlier,I trudge back in to grab the sack in which my clothes are in.

"You shouldn't wear that anymore Kareena",dadee ma says and walk over to me slowly.

"Ye mere kapade hain",(These are my clothes),I start to say but then remember that no one here speaks Hindi.

"Clothes.me",I switch to my poor English, silently hoping the old lady gets me.

She does,"I know there are your clothes but there are all old, you need new clothes".

I definitely didn't understand one a word dadee ma just said.

Everyone I've come across all speak English too fast for my liking.

I understand a little bit of English....but only when it is spoken slowly.

While I am still trying to absorb what dadee ma had just said,a group of people all clad in white and black rushed out of the mansion towards us as if on cue.

Startled,I take off immediately, hugging the bag of clothes to my bossom.

Still running I turn to see dadee ma yell at them and soon they were all chasing me round the huge mansion.

"mainne kuchh nahin churaaya!"(I didn't steal anything)!, breathless, terrified,I yell,increase my pace through the yard and run for my dear life.

From a short distance,I can hear the black and white troupe yelling something repeatedly but I'm way to terrified to give a care.

Why in the world would they chase me?.

Totally oblivious to a large plank laying in front of me,I trip and fall into a large blue stream.

And when the black and white troupe slowly catch up with me,I began to cry.

They are the grim reaper and I am definitely on their death list.

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