“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right doing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass It was a new day. A new sunny day with refreshing breeze as they were present in a garden with full of greenery and flowers of different colors blooming in every corner. She was walking fast as she entered the garden with loads of files. She got late as she first went to office only to get inform they are shooting the advertisement in the garden few miles away from the building. She wasn't informed or it was that she had lessened her respect in front of Azhan and others too. Annabelle was standing in front of the cameras giving different poses. She just scoffed by seeing her weird possess. But she wasn't the one who could jud
She was gasping for air with disbelief in her eyes staring at him who just confessed his love for her. She didn't know how to react as it felt like drowning in the river of pure pleasure with grieves. Both side by side as it was heavenly and with a light feeling in her heart. Hearing those words she realized that she was yearning for them. He turned back to him after smashing down all the things on his study table making her flinch back. "A-azhan..." In that dreadful moment she could only form that words as his eyes were red. He was drunk as sensing that she advanced towards him to place her hands on his chest only for him to jerk her away. "You were betraying me...I can't believe this Anna...how can you do this?" Azhan growled with a hint of disb
The cars parked outside the wooden small house in between the woods as the headquarters of Garrett mafia was in a safer place that nobody could think of, but Azhan got to know after few years of struggle. He was yearning for a revenge and he got power after being tortured by them. He acknowledged that dirty game and he excelled in that too. Azhan got down the car as he directly went towards the wooden door and kicked that off. The door flew opened in one kick as Azhan entered followed by his men. Some men were surrounding the headquarter while the other one were with him, alarmed in their positions. They had shield around them and bullet proof jackets clad to their skins. The small of operation of Azhan's mafia were done by his special troop but this time the war was special as it included emotions and quench of revenge. Azhan
Cold and unsympathetic water was coursing down her white milky skin. Dewdrops of shower remained on her skin sparkling in glory, proudly part of her angelic skin when she stepped out of the shower wrapping the towel to hide her sensitive parts. She stood before the mirror encountering herself after so many days. Her eyes were blank of any emotion. No love, no amusement, no guilt just emptiness. Her wet curls were kissing her cheeks and neck as her lips were purple because of that cold water. "Anna." Aliha's voice made her flinch as she hurriedly replied. "Coming." Aliha hardly managed to hear her meek voice. Anna wore her ankle length bathrobe as her clothes were laid on the bed. She forgot to bring them in. She jerked her wet locks thrice as her hairs became straight slightly on either sides of her cheeks. "Ha!" Aliha gasped.
Her fingers were working fast on the keyboard as the window wall beside her table was sparkling with dewdrops of rains that were looking like crystals from far, spreading a soothing sensation across her room. Everything went back to normal. Garrett and Ibrahim were dead as after funeral Haroon went with Zoha to Germany. Aliha and Dayan also went back towards their respective college and schools. Azhan and Anna were alone again in the mansion but that wasn't scary anymore. That fact that he loved her and she knew the intensity of it nothing now scared her but Azhan was still not talking to her. She knew she did a terrible mistake by not trusting him but all she knew was his love and that he wasn't angry on her anymore. He was just teasing her and she would answer back that teasing. Like he was doing since few days as whenever
"Let's go home?" It was night as she was working in her office room when Azhan came with his black coat resting on his arm. Anna looked up at him who was leaning against the door frame looking at her with intense emotions. Anna could sense he had these emotions after he confessed his feelings for her. It was like he had stopped lying to himself and now was just waiting for her. "I have work." Anna after sparing him a glance started typing on the laptop. Azhan stood their dumbfounded for a second as he should be the one showing attitude because he was upset with him but no this girl always did that included irking his nerves. "And I am your boss who is ordering you to go home." Azhan said coming inside the room few steps with his hands inside his pockets.
A throbbing pain in her head was the first thing she sensed after opening her eyes to find darkness. She comprehend for a second what was happening as she realized she was blindfolded with a piece of clothe. Her hands were free as she could feel there was no one around her. She slightly raised her hand to remove the blindfold as her trembling hands caught the black piece of clothe to toss them away. She was lying on the comfy bed with white sheets and feathery pillows beneath her head. The room was a contrast of white and golden in addition to the royal golden and glass furniture. It was looking like a hotel suite. She get down from the bed removing the sheets from her form as her batr foot landed on the polished white tiles floor. Everything there was showing how expensive the room was. She got up on her legs only to look at her in the mirror opposite to the left edge of the bed. She was still in her bla
Curtains were swaying with the gushes of the cozzy wind coming across the room to hit with Anna's naked chest. The smell of olive was also in that wind screaming richness of love and literature. This city was indeed the the city of love. She squirmed making Azhan lying on her stomach to stir in his place. She groaned as she opened her eyes to find Azhan's head against the skin of her stomach. She glided down fingers inside his messed up thick locks that were in that condition because of her. She liked his thick hairs but not more than his grey eyes. His eyes were the most intimidating one she had ever seen. She tried to remove his grip around her waist but to no gain as his hold tightened. It was the first time she was in his arms while waking up in such heavenly morning.