Kriti Sanon as hayley sanders

I walked into the lawyers office. The clicking of my shoes getting lost in the loud noise around me. People were hustling , Some of them talking on the phone ,few typing and the others going through the papers.

When I reached the reception , a sweet looking lady, whose badge read 'Bianca-receptionist' looked up and smiled at me.
"What can I do for you?" She asked taking a break from her work.
"I'm here for Mr Jalal. He called me in"
"Name?"
"Hayley sanders"
She started quickly typing on her key board and looked up once again.
"Second floor ,Room number 205. The lift is towards the right . just knock before going in . Okay?"
I gave a quick nod , to say that I understood and started walking towards the lift.

For some unknown reason I felt anxious. It was as if something was bound to be bad. I never knew anything about this will , that the lawyer spoke about. In fact I didn't know she even made a will.
When I reached the lawyers door I gave a sharp knock on it .
A mumbled 'come in' was heard as if the person on the other hand was too engrossed in his work to spare some time.

I twisted the door knob and stepped in.
I cleared my throat after 2 minutes of waiting and he swiftly looked up.
"I'm sorry " he said shoving papers here and there. "Work sometimes gets hectic. Please sit down. Please" he said , his face flushed with what seemed to be embarrassment. His Indian accent think as he ushered me to take a seat.

I only smiled a little and sat down."I understand Mr Jalal." I said placing my bag down . "By the way I'm Hayley Sanders ,Welma sanders niece.you told something about my aunts will" I asked hesitating on the last part.

"Ah!  the will, well you see Ms Hayler, Ms Sanders only ever wanted to hand out her belongings to you, because she knew she could trust you. She left a letter and the papers for the will and testaments for you to go through." He said handing over few envelopes.
I took those in my hands and looked over them.Each had my name on the front.

I felt uneasy having those papers in my hand. They felt heavy for a reason unbeknownst .

"You just need to sign few papers and all of her wealth, house and materialistic things will be yours" he seemed to take a pause before saying "however Ms Sanders did have a condition "

"A condition?" I asked my face twisting in confusion.
"Yes. You see" he folded his hands on the table in front of him. "She was ready to give you all the money without hesitation . But then , she thought what would you do with this lot of money "
"But what is the condition?" I asked ,impatient. My patience was running thin and him speaking in a slow voice as if this was a fictional book or horror movie was making me irritated.
"She wants you to get married to Mr Darren skinner , one of her closest friends son "

That right there ,made my leg stop shaking. Me getting married?.He has to be kidding me. Aunt Welma would never want that. But then again she is the one who proposed this.
What if he is just playing around, trying to make me believe him and then tell it's a joke?.

"You-you don't mean it right? I mean-I" I looked around my eyes not resting in one place .

"I would never lie Ms Hayley."

"What if I don't want to marry him?" I asked fidgeting with the envelopes.

"Then all of this money will either be given to Mr skinner or it will be given in various organisations , orphanages "

I couldn't believe this.
"Isn't there a way out? I mean anything. Like paying him or something?" I asked wanting to find a solution .

"I mean" he said moving back on his chair. "Unless and until Mr Darren himself says he does not want to marry you, there might not be a way out"

"We were supposed to have him here with us today but due to certain circumstances he couldn't be here. But we have scheduled an appointment for both of you to meet in three days. I hope that is enough time for you to think over it and take a decision? I'm sorry we couldn't ask if you were free or not . It's a tight schedule for all" he went on speaking but my mind could not process any more . I heard the important things like 'meeting him after three days and making a decision '.

"Is that all Mr Jalal? I need to be somewhere "

I couldn't take it anymore.

"Yes . Yes just , go over the documents and her letter once . I hope you take the right decision. We will soon meet again, hopefully."
Half way through his greetings I got up. The chair scraping along the floor as I pushed it back.
"Thank you" I mumbled and I turned around to leave.

I need a breather .