Among the silence that prevailed around her, enshrouding her haven with peace, the sudden interruption shook her to the core.The doorbell rang, signaling her about someone's appearance at the door.Her eyes stared blankly at the door of her room as she huffed, thinking who would be there at this hour.She bent a little as her hair dangled by her shoulder. She grabbed her jacket and put it on before she walked downstairs to open the door for the person.The silence was spread around her house as the visitor didn't knock twice. She was home alone, expecting nobody by her side, but as her father had many partners and guests visit him from time to time, she thought it would be one of them.However, her father wasn't even home.The sound of her footsteps could be heard as she walked downstairs, holding the railing.Another time the visitor interrupted her and she had no other way than to reply loudly, “Yeah, just coming!” as she walked to the door.She opened the door slightly and found a

A soft melody played, the sound lingering in the air. Anticipation was mixed in the silence and it made Delilah sweat while she awaited the future.She swallowed, heart beating wildly as the phone came in front of her, held by the man who stood before her wide open eyes.She looked at the picture of herself with her father that popped up on the screen along with bouncing buttons, asking for her permission to dismiss or answer.A drop of sweat rolled down her temple and she looked up at the man who stood in front of her.He looked back at her, into her big brown eyes. They were glossy and chaos swirled around those dark pupils. He wanted her answer, his features twisted into a scowl. His thumb lingered right above the green button, his intentions clear in his mind, but eyes remained on Delilah, trying to look through her.She was afraid.But he did not care. He proceeded to press the screen when she muttered, "You can't do that. We've nothing to do with you."His eyes narrowed at Delila

DELILAH"Delilah, switch off your mobile and remove the sim card. Even if they don't have your contacts, they can still trace your location." I do as he says. I switch it off and then remove the sim cards. He extends his palm and I know I have to put them there. "What will you do to them?" I ask while giving them to him. He glances at me over his shoulder before he speaks, "I'll make it harmless so you could use it. You know that gadgets are a boon and they can also become a curse as well." Oh, I know that. I give him the mobile as well which he puts in the drawer and the ride after that is silent. I do not talk to him on the way and he also does not say anything after that. Well, this is fine for me because my mind is still thinking about my father. It means they told the truth that my father deceived them. But still, I am not ready to leave his side. Who does? I mean I know this is wrong, standing for wrong is wrong but he is my father. I will inform him of every possible thing

A sharp twinge troubled her mind as if a bolt of lightning had shone across the sky. Her eyelids felt heavy and her eyes burned behind the warm lids. Her eyeballs moved against the dark veil and she found difficulty in opening her eyes. However, she could feel the calmness of the atmosphere.She groaned, trying to move and touch her face. Her arm glided under the soft cover, reaching her face as she gently touched her eyelids. She caressed her forehead and slowly tried to blink open her eyes.It felt sticky. She didn't know if she cried even while sleeping but she could feel the dampness on her cheeks.A sigh escaped her lips; a sigh full of pain that dominated her body. Her head was throbbing and she knew if she dared to get up, she'd fall back out of weakness and her head felt too heavy.She swallowed, adjusting her sight. A frown was crowned on her face out of frustration and distress of pain in her head.The room caged within itself the warmth and light of nature, letting her know

DELILAHI anxiously wait there because I cannot even do anything except do it. I am chained and whimpering silently. I am surprised that I am stuck in such a place, amid these criminals. I am sadder and less surprised at my luck. As I shed my tears sitting there, I did not realize when the door opened in that room and a man came and stood in front of me. I am so lost in my misery that I do not even realize anything unless he calls my name. "Del," he says, his voice coming soft. The small shaking movements in my body — especially my shoulders come to halt as I hear that soft and familiar voice. I can never forget that voice. I cannot count how many times he has called me by my name in such a sweet voice, in such an admiring manner, with such a longing depth. I slowly raise my head and look up at the person. My wet eyes widen as I stare at the person before I quietly mumble, "Nicholas?"That means I was not wrong. I can never go wrong in recognizing his face. I have looked many time