Chapter9:Susan’s True Identity

“Jamole.” Susan called in like manner, letting a contagious smile deck her face. Jamole was still star-struck; his weight heaved on his knees and he suddenly realized his legs couldn’t carry his body anymore. “Who is she? Who is Susan for Christ sake?” who did I propose marriage to?” Millions of such questions hovered in his thought as he stared engagingly at Susan who was being ridden in her wheel chair by her security. “Susan!” Jamole called once more through teary tone, “Is this really you? What is happening?” He needed to ask such questions because Susan wasn’t just looking dashing but glamorous and charming than any country side celebrity. Unlike the other day when he met her begging in her wheel chair, looking all dirty, smelling and unkempt. She had her French hair made into a ponytail. Her dress was mini gown from the royalty fashion style. The diamond bracelet and necklace that wound round her neck and wrist were worth one million dollars. “Who the hell is Susan?” a thoughtful