Tristan
Two years!
Two freaking years since I have been looking for mio fiore.
I still remember the first time she entered my office for the interview of a personal assistant. She use to stammer at every sentence. But I don't blame her because I knew full well that I was quite intimidating to her.
But she was perfect. My flower, the way she use to smile and laugh. The way she broke my walls with such an ease. She was amazing.
Epitome of innocence. She was so naive for this cruel world that I always found this need to protect her. So selfless, caring and always helpful.
My Iris had all the qualities that I could never have. She completed me.
She provided me with a purpose. A purpose I was searching for so long.
I dated her for six months and then I proposed her. I even have a picture of her where she was crying as I slipped the diamond ring in her tiny finger.
Soon we got married and after one and a half year of our happily married life I divorced her just because of my insecurities and lack of trust.
I should have trusted her. She meant everything to me.
Why couldn't I trust her more?
Why didn't I?
Thinking of it all I pulled my hair in frustration.
The day when I divorced her.
The day I made the worst mistake of my life.
"Mr. Sue, I want you to come immediately to my house with divorce papers.", I ordered my lawyer.
"On whose name should the divorce papers be?", Mr. Sue asked in a professional tone.
"Iris Knight and Tristan Knight.", I said and cut the phone as I continued to look in the brown eyes of the girl in the picture.
My Iris had her hands wrapped around the neck of my business enemy while he kissed her on her cheeks.
Other photos were scattered on the floor. In some they were kissing and in others smiling and hugging. In some they were naked together in the bed.
How could she? Didn't I provide her everything she needed?
There was a knock on the door of our bedroom.
Our
I felt disgusted saying that. I was disgusted of my wife. Was I not enough for her?
"What?", I growled.
"Sir, Mr. Sue is here.", said one of my maids.
"Tell him I will meet him in the study.", I replied while I collected and calmed myself before making my way to the study.
I entered the study while I asked him in a clipped tone,"Are the papers ready?"
The lawyer just nodded as he knew I was in no mood to talk.
Soon the soft voice of tiny feet coming closer could be heard and I already knew it was Iris.
She entered the room without knocking.
"Honey."
Iris started in a sad tone and was looking down. I wanted to comfort her and felt enraged on who ever made her sad. But at the same time I remembered the photos.
Suddenly my mood changed.
"Don't honey me you filthy woman. Just sign these divorce papers and take whatever you want and get out of my estate.", I said while I internally cringed at my own tone.
Iris looked up and in an astonished tone she said,"What?"
"I think you heard me loud and clear. I don't like repeating myself you gold digger.", I said in anger.
"But why? What hav-ve I done wrong?", she said in a broken tone.
I got up from my seat and made my way to her.
I gripped Iris' arm tightly. Maybe a bit to tightly. Before today I have never even thought of hurting her. But again today was no ordinary day.
"Yes you slut, I need divorce from you. You cheated on me."
"I never cheated on you Tristan.", Iris stated and a part of me wanted to believe her.
"I don't care. Just. Sign. These. Papers.", I said through gritted teeth.
Just at that moment my lawyer passed me the divorce papers with a pen.
I handed it to Iris who signed it with trembling hands.
"You can take whatever you want as compensation.", I told her.
"Nothing. I want nothing from you."
Then she looked in my eyes and softly said,
"The day when realisation will hit you, you will regret everything but it will be too late."
That was the last time I saw her.
I sighed as I ran a hand in my hair. I opened my phone's gallery as I skimmed through our past photos.
In one of the photos she was looking happily at me standing near the Christmas tree like a dwarf creature.
She looked so happy...
Suddenly her face when she signed the divorce paper came to mind and I bit my tongue to stop myself from screaming.
I ruined everything!
Our perfect lives...
Because a few months after the divorce I found out that the photos were morphed.
I was too shocked yet relieved at the same time.
And since then I have been searching for her.
Where are you my flower?
I looked outside at the sunset.
She loved the sunset too.
Jesus why each and every thing needs to remind me of her?
I was brought out of my daze with a knock on my office door.
"Sir, we have found Miss Iris' whereabouts."
The news I have been wating to hear for the last year and a half is finally here.
I smiled to myself.
I am coming for you mio fiore.
I am coming for you.
IRISEmpty.It all feels so empty. How ironical is that I am feeling isolated in a cafe which is brimming with customers."Table number 5, Iris."I looked back leisurely to meet the smiling face of my employer, Martha. She was expectingly looking at my face to see a smile but all she received from me was a nod.How much I wanted to return that smile to her I couldn't as I have long forgotten how to smile. The only two things that now bring smile to face is seeing children play and when my only friend pulls out some foolish stunt.Martha is a great woman, my saviour. That night when I laid on that cold floor stark naked as the day we are born with blood over and around me, she took me to a hospital and afterwards even gave me this job.I made my way towards table 5 when I heard her weak voice again."This is going to be the
TRISTAN I got down from the flight. It felt like an eternity to travel from San Francisco to New York City. I got in the car which was waiting for me. "Where to go, Sir?", my driver Lance asked. "To the downtown and this is the address.", I replied curtly and gave him the piece of paper in which the address was written. Two years. It took me two years to find mio fiore. I looked outside the window and saw the sun setting down. I had researched a bit about that place and soon guilt ate me up. She was living in one of the worst places in NY. And it is all my fault. I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair. “Soon" I whispered to myself. Soon the car came to a halt. "Sir, this
IRISI gasped as soon as these words left Asher's mouth."Her boyfriend."As soon as Asher said these words, all the muscles of Tristan's body became stiff.His breathing became uneven. As a suffocating silence wrapped the living room.It wasn't for any good.From the time Asher came here, Tristan was trying to control his anger.I knew it.From the very beginning Tristan did not invite the idea of Asher interrupting him and the moment I jumped in Asher's arm, his dislike towards Asher increased.Tristan has always been a possessive man and got jealous easily. As soon as Asher said these words, it was like the dam broke and now Tristan was not able to control his emotion.His eyes had flame but not of passion but of rage. He moved in a blink of eyes as he had Asher pinned to the nearby wal
IRIS"Your condition is worsening."I sighed as I continued cleaning the table.Today morning Asher took me for diagnosis and the doctors claimed that my condition is worsening and soon I will be needing an operation.How easy it is for a doctor to say that everything will be alright, it is just the matter of a tiny operation.But the only issue in having an operation is the expenses.Who ever quoted the statement health is wealth must have been a fool because in today's world health needs wealth.My expenses are already high with the therapies, diagnosis, psychiatric medicines, the other medicines, bills and food and I have only one job to sustain all needs then over it how can I have an operation?Like hell I can afford it."Its all for today honey. You can go now."Martha's cheerful voi
IRISAs I made my way to my work place aka Sweet Auroma Cafe, cold wind hit my body as they hastily passed through me.Though it was a summer morning, it was quite chilly but again I was always cold.“We need an inbuilt warmer in all your dresses, love."Tristan's word came back to me and I could help but smile.I looked down at my analog watch to see it was currently 6:40 a.m. and the cafe was supposed to open at 8 but all the staff was supposed to report a hour earlier.Suddenly the conversation I had with Tristan in the ice - cream parlour invaded my mind.“I think it's time to make a deal.", he said while a smirk was permanently plastered on his unfortunately perfect place.”The word deal caught my mind as I quickly asked,“What deal?"“Patien
IRIS"Drugs to calm myself.", I blurted out as dizziness started taking over.My anxiety was taking the best of me. It was demanding.It was like I could see my end. But I knew better.I needed those pills immediately.I glance through my wet lashes to see that Tristan stood rigid as if thinking of something.“Love, take deep breaths. Look at me.", Tristan begged through my hazy view but it wasn't working.I tried mimicking him but it was difficult to do so.I started feeling suffocated and soon my weak knees gave up. I should have fallen on the ground if it was not for Tristan' s quick reflex to catch my cold body."I need the pills.", I shouted in frustration before I could find myself sobbing and begging to him to give me the drugs.Yes, drugs.The only thing that
TRISTAN“I want you to come with me to San Francisco, the evening itself."“You are crazy.", Iris hissed in a shrill voice.I smirked.A fake one as all I wanted to do was crumble in front of her and beg for her to forgive me but I know that won't help as she is in dire need of that help.I need to take her with me.What have you been through mio fiore?“Crazy barbarian!", she hissed again but more to herself this time.How can I explain her that I am only crazy for her?“Only for you my love.", I said toying with her hair and luckily she didn't flinch.Bingo!“But..", she started to say something but I put my finger on her lips.“Ssh.. Think about poor Martha's cafe and that Asher boy's job.", I said shutting h
IRISAs soon as these words left my mouth, Tristan abruptly stopped in the middle of the way. I could see, he was contemplating whether to reach out to me or not.Maybe he didn't expect me to say such a thing but I only stated a true fact about myself. I can't be this selfish, I needed to warn him that he was playing with a lifeless soul and non of his actions will intrigue me.“Iris. I-I...", he was at lost of words as a hurt look crossed his face but being the expert at masking his feeling, he hid them.You haven't changed much...“You won't change my heart towards you, Mr. Knight.", I said calmly while keeping my face neutral.“That time will tell, mio fiore.", Tristan said while he curled his hand in determination.Wrong, Tristan.You are wrong. You may be a charmer, but I am no ordi
IRIS POVA fresh start.How wonderful these words sounded. And when he said these words he had a deeper meaning to them.I know it very well that he is hiding something from me but somehow I know it has to be in my favor.That's why I don't want to know.I muttered these word under my breath as I pushed open the doors.In front of me proudly stood a vast orchard garden.Ahead of me, it was decked with different types of flowers lined up with fruit trees having those of apples and berries.Small little bushes to the multiple colors of daisies, lilies and roses.It was beautiful. I had always dreamed of having a garden. Nature was something that I closely relate to. It always gave me strength and inspired me.I put both my hands over my mouth to stop myself from gasping.
TRISTAN POVStupid!I shouldn't have touched her like that. She might have forgotten the past but she hasn't let go of that trauma yet. I am not one to add to it.It will take time. Those wounds are deeper, deeper going inside her soul and heart, penetrating it's essence to leaving it hollow.Like in the past...I shouldn't have done that.I still am not able to understand is it a good thing that she has forgotten about her past or not. The doctor told me she might get flashes of the past that can trigger her now improving health.I have to be careful.I looked at my side to see her face being hidden behind her dense, silk like locks of hair.“I'm sorry."I said sincerely.She turned in my direction and passed me a small genuine smile.
IRISThree weeks later...A yawn left my mouth. I have been reading the book in my hand from the past two hours.What is it called? Alchemist yeah Alchemist.As I tried to move my back hurt but I dare not say a word otherwise my boss aka Tristan as he likes to be called by me will throw another tantrum. Let me tell you he is such a child.Always throwing tantrums but it is somewhat cute to see such a masculine and grown up man pouting."Do you want to sleep Iris?", Tristan asked me softly and I nodded my head.For the first week when I woke up from coma he used to call me with all sorts of endearments but I wasn't comfortable with it.Firstly he is my boss and secondly it left me embarrassed. Even the nurses used to giggle."Lo....Iris come back to earth.", Tristan stated.
THIRD PERSON POVIt is hard.So hard to open her eyes but she had to, to see the world again. She heard a faint voice. She wasn't sure whose voice it was but she felt encouragement to open her eyes.HarderShe whispered to herself and soon she felt she could move her palm.A bit moreShe encouraged herself and soon her eyes much to their restriction opened up. The light was annoying, she wanted to groan but it felt like soot was pushed down her throat.She looked up to find a tall man standing there looking at her. Soon a glass of cold water was pressed against her lips and she drank it greedily.Soon her vision cleared up and she could make out there was a face. She looked up at his sharp feature and tried to make out who he was."Fine darling you have the job.", her new boss exclaimed.
TRISTAN POVMiracleThey say it was a miracle that Iris heart has been restored.She came out of the mouth of death and I am very proud of her. After all she is my flower.She is strong, very strong.When her heart stopped that day I thought I lost her. The thought still sends chill down my spine but the doctor rushed in, threw me out of the room and started giving her shocks.That was the last hope and you know what somehow it worked. It was dangerous but it worked.Right now I am sitting next to mio fiore and this feels home.Being with her feels home. Her tiny palms are cold, very cold but I hope my warm hand can provide her some warmth.They say that a person in coma can listen to you, just can't respond.So I do it each day, I read to her, talk to her, braid her
THIRD PERSON Patience, it is a difficult thing to keep. The more we wait the more anxious one becomes. This was the same case with Tristan.It has been two months since Iris had been in coma and he is loosing his sanity along with his hope.The day it all started is still crystal clear in his mind.Tristan left Iris room after confessing his feelings to her. He was content. Things were now going in the right direction. Iris was slowly and slowly accepting him. He was sure that one day Iris would forgive him.Yes he was anxiously waiting for that day when his mio fiore would forgive him. He had his hopes high and the thing that took him by surprise was Iris instant approval to go on a date with him. He couldn't be more happy.He walked to his room with a small smile on
IRIS POVI looked at the white ceiling. White the colour that can be changed to any colour by just adding a bit of colour in it. The colour that is put at last in any painting.I have been in a hospital room many times but this time it was different because it wasn't me who was lying on the bed. It wasn't me who was in pain, it was Tristan.Its been three days since the kidnapping and Tristan was still to wake up. I just had some stitches on my forehead and my cheek was swollen but other than that I am fine.But in the case of Tristan the bullet entered his body from the back from the left side and grazed his heart. He is not in coma just that his body needs time to heal.I looked around the room to find nothing interesting. Suddenly a nurse entered the room."When will he wake up? ", I asked the nurse."He will wake up an
IRIS POVI looked around the room. No movements. Maybe the monsters have forgotten about me. I hope maybe. But all my hopes died as I heard the opening of the door. Soon the lights were turned on and I closed my eyes due the sensitivity of my eyes to the light at the moment."Is dear flower scared?", I heard the disgusting voice of Tobias.I opened my eyes to see the monsters."You need to be strong.", my subconscious mind pleaded to me.Yes I need to stay strong. I can't let them over power me this time. I have gone through hell once and I can go through it again.I felt someone pulling my hair as a scream escaped my mouth."How bad, a beautiful face had been ruined.", Tobias stated with fake sympathy. The next thing I know is that he put pressure on the right side of my head. It was at that moment I realised that I had a
IRIS POVI slowly opened my eyes to meet with darkness. The room was completely dark. I felt exhausted as if someone had suck all of my energy. I tried to move but I couldn't.I was tied with the chair. My hands and legs both were tied. I tried to break free but it was of no use. The ropes were so tightly knotted that it was penetrating in my wrist."Someone help me.", I cried but it was of no use. No one was there to help me. I looked around the room for any source of light but I couldn't find any. But how did I enter the monsters' trap.I rested my head on Tristan' chest. None of us has talked for a while and now I was starting to get worried."Who did it?", Tristan asked through his gritted teeth.I sighed. I never thought I would t