NovelEnglishMillie nodded in a wordless affirmation.
A sense of guilt washed over Millie’s grandmother, causing her to lower her eyes.
She had never anticipated that the boy who had faced academic setbacks and lost everything would rise to such fame, especially considering his connection to the Thomas family. What added even more astonishment was that he eventually played a crucial role in saving her life.
Amidst reverie, Millie’s grandmother retraced time’s footsteps. She recalled a peculiar scene along her homeward path: Millie, accompanied by a lad. This sight was unusual, as Millie had always been seen by herself.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA clandestine revelation dawned—a tender affection kindled within Millie for this youth. Gracefully composed, her grandmother subtly pursued knowledge of the boy’s background.
In the neighboring town, young Flynn resided, his existence intertwined with that of his mother who navigated life’s tumultuous waters as a woman in a disgraceful profession.
Doubts clouded Millie’s grandmother’s thoughts, skeptical that such a mother could birth virtue. The school the boy attended was notorious, synonymous with an air of negativity. She could not fathom a union between Millie and this young man.
And yet, days unfurled, and the tableau of Millie and Flynn unfurled with them.
Conversations danced, laughter harmonized, and offerings of sustenance flowed from Millie’s hands to Flynn’s.
Her silent concerns swirled in secrecy, entwined with the conviction that this union would break the delicate threads of Millie’s destiny. Yet she had to pretend ignorant of their union.
Millie held steadfast to her convictions. Severing the bond between them might wound her heart. Once, a distant journey beckoned Millie’s grandmother and Millie herself.
The kin they visited were deeply entrenched in the firecracker trade. In the midst of an afternoon reprieve, a sudden eruption engulfed the room housing their explosive wares, flames consuming the space.
Amidst the chaos of the fire, a falling pillar struck Millie’s head. Fortunately, her grandmother acted swiftly and managed to extract Millie from the scene while she remained unconscious.
In the aftermath, Millie grappled with a head injury and the suffocating embrace of smoke’s breath. Vigilant care cocooned her, shrouding her consciousness for a fortnight before she once again awakened.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmUpon awakening, Millie discovered a fragment of her memory missing, including memories of the boy. Her grandmother saw it as fate.
Millie’s grandmother neglected to disclose to her that she had suffered memory loss, to the extent of forgetting even her own nickname.
Transporting Millie hin her comatose state was difficult, prompting her grandma to care for her at the hospital there.
Upon the grandmother’s return to retrieve garments, her discerning gaze alighted upon the familiar countenance of the boy.
“Madam, have you perchance crossed paths with Aisha? I seek her presence.”
“Sir, do you, by any chance, possess knowledge of a maiden named Aisha?” “Pardon me, dear lady, but have you had the privilege of knowing a fair-skinned damsel named Aisha?”
Under the relentless sun, the boy persisted, undaunted by its fiery gaze and unperturbed by the skepticism that lingered in others’ eyes.
“Nay, Iam not acquainted.”
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