Isabella’s P.O.V. I suffered from intense hunger during the night. I wasn’t able to sleep until I satisfied the gnawing emptiness within. So I left the room bare foot and came to the kitchen. Looking around, I opened the fridge, to eat quickly and return unnoticed. My eyes went to the bowl full of custard. Hurriedly, I cleaned a spoon and left it on the countertop before rushing back to the fridge. I was afraid that someone might catch me. I didn't want Alexander to know about my recovery. What if he finds out that I was fine and he took me to his room? No I don’t want his closeness again. Grabbing a bowl of custard, I was just about to close the fridge door when I noticed someone’s presence behind me. “Oh no please, not him.” I prayed in my heart and turned to look at the person. He was there, standing there, my mortal enemy. I forgot to breathe, my face turning pale with fear, as if I had encountered a ghost. A mocking smile briefly crossed Alexander's lips upon seeing my express
Bella's P.O.V. I was trying to go to sleep again. Constantly waking up with a pounding pain in my head and eyes makes my eyes weak. Just as I closed my eyes, Eric's smiling face appeared before me, triggering intense waves of grief once more. The sorrow felt so overwhelming that it seemed my very heart might burst from it. A week had passed but Eric did not call or message me. As soon as I thought it, it causes a growing sense of worry within me. I was so immersed in my grief that I did not notice that Eric did not contact me for a week. I should call him, with that thought, I tried to get up, but could not even move due to the injury to both legs. "Maid..." I called out. "Yes, ma'am." A maid entered the room, her eyes lowered respectfully. "What do you need?" She asked in a very polite manner. I started to look at her face in surprise. I was surprised by the sudden change in the staff's demeanor towards me. Since when did the employees of this Mansion start respecting me? "Yes
Alexander’s P.O.V. As soon as I stepped into the house, I made my way towards Bella’s mother's room. “How is she?” In doorway, I asked the maid about Bella's condition. “She talked to someone on the phone but hadn't made a sound since then.” She mentioned and I nodded. Entering the room, I found her sitting on the bed. Her eyes were closed. After a brief glance, I retreated to the doorway. "Alexander." Bella’s mother noticed me leaving and called out lovingly. "Did Bella eat food?" She seemed surprised when I inquired about. I never talked to her nicely. "No..." she responded, puzzled by my question. "Hmm... I'll get freshened up a. Just bring the food there, we will eat together." I replied seriously before heading upstairs. I knew the surprising look on her face. After freshening up, I returned to Bella’s mother's room to find all the food arranged on the glass table. "Bella. What happened to you?? You have been sitting in the same position since evening." Gently holding Be
He held my hand, guiding me out of the car. My heart raced as I took a glance at my surroundings. The farmhouse was bigger and more beautiful than I thought, I had never come here. But I couldn’t focus around anymore. I yearned to release my hand from his tight grip. Why did he take me here? What does he wants from me? I was alone with him. I looked at his face. "Alexander, you can't switch gears like this. I interrupted, my voice laced with suspicion. "We entered into this marriage forcefully. Neither of us wanted this. You once said you'd rather remain single than marry me. You claimed to hate me more than anyone else on earth. You promised to divorce a woman like me soon enough." I recited his own words back to him, one by one. "How did you suddenly changed, are you doing all this to take my shares from me?" I took a step back, my thoughts racing with suspicions I couldn't voice in front of him, my tongue feeling glued to the roof of my mouth. He looked at me with surprise. "I
Alexander's P.O.V. I cradled her gently in my arms and carried her inside, laying her delicate form on the bed. Her body was wet, her presence intoxicating me. I never felt these feelings for any girl. This was totally new. May be I was falling for her. “Yeah that’s true. She was a witch.” In the stillness of the night, she laid before me, the woman rightfully mine. Her youthful allure seduced me, and I found myself unable to resist. Her beauty was captivating, her figure held me spellbound. It was difficult to tear my gaze away from her once, her allure drawing me in like a delicate flower. I leaned over her, my lips pressing against hers, my hand tenderly caressing her cheek. As she sobbed, I withdrew. "My dear beauty, such delicacy is exquisite, but our love is only just beginning. You must endure my possession, for this beauty, this youth, this exquisite form, belongs solely to me. I possess it entirely, with every right to ignite your beauty with the fire of my love. You can
Bella's P.O.V: When my eyes opened in the morning, I was surprised to find myself in a strange place. The events of last night replayed in my mind. I remembered being in the pool with Alexander, and conversation with him. Recalling Alexander's stern gaze and the words of my punishment, my memory suddenly went blank. Glancing around, I noticed Alexander's jeans on the couch, the same ones he wore the night before, and fear gripped my heart. I scanned the room with frightened eyes, my heart skipping a beat as I spotted my dress discarded on the floor. Panic surged within me, and I shut my eyes tightly, unable to summon the courage to confront the truth. The dress that once draped my body now lay on the floor. "What is this?” I whispered hoarsely, my breath ragged as I stared at my dress on the floor, refusing to acknowledge what happened. "No, he can't do that to me, he can't do anything like that, and he can't take advantage of my unconsciousness." I muttered to myself, desperately
-"Eric. My son. Please return to your life. Are you going to keep yourself imprisoned in this room for the rest of your life?" You can change. But the coming tomorrow can be changed, right?? Why are you putting the coming tomorrow in the dark like today? So take care of us." When Anaiza entered the room, there was complete darkness in the room. As usual. They turned on the lights. The food tray was on the side table. He kept it and came towards his son. He was sitting in the wheelchair. He was lost in some unknown thoughts. He was sitting like that for hours.That boy had suffered from severe depression. Anaiza and her husband were very worried to see the condition of their only son.Anaiza discussed Eric's problem with one of her friends. So she gave hope that now there is physiotherapy in the world through which Eric can walk again. Just don't give up.She was trying to get him out of depression by sitting at his feet and kissing his hands with great love.She was explaining to him
She had bathed and gone to the sofa area without drying her hair.After the cleaning of the room by the employees, he was sitting on the couch very happily, holding the LCD remote in one hand, and watching a movie."Dry your hair. It will be cold." Look at him with wet hair. A bill appeared on the bright forehead of this handsome young man."I'll think so. What's wrong with you?" she said in a mocking tone and started taking the remote.Alexander shook his head in denial."My movie was playing." He tried to grab the remote, but Alexander's grip was strong."There was." He pointed it out. By making that beautiful doll realize that it was the past in which she was watching her romantic movie, Now the present is going on, in which the remote is in her hand and everyone knows whose hand it is. If I am remote, it will work."Return the remote." She started trying to take the remote while sitting next to Alexander.It was the first time in his life that someone was fighting him for the remo
Gabriel gently lifted her chin and asked, "Why are you crying when this moment is so joyful?"Hazel, through her tears, replied, "Your happiness is so overwhelming that it brought me to tears. I couldn't hold back when I saw how much love you have. How can anyone be so happy to become a father again?"Gabriel chuckled at her unusual logic and, with a teasing tone, said, "I’d be happy even if I became a father for the tenth time." Hazel wiped her tears and looked at him in surprise."Ten children?" she exclaimed, her blue eyes wide with astonishment. Gabriel laughed."No, I just want one daughter, a daughter like you. I'm so incredibly happy, Hazel. I want a daughter this time," he confessed, his eyes filled with hope. At his words, Hazel began crying again. Gabriel stood up and sat beside her on the bed."John, why are you crying now?" he asked tenderly, wiping her tears and kissing her softly on her blue eyes."You wished for a daughter when Ibtisam was born, but she had a son. What
Hazel was a vision in her baby pink dress, her hair cascading down her back in loose waves. The light makeup she wore enhanced her natural beauty, giving her a soft, ethereal glow. A delicate net dupatta draped over her shoulders, and diamond earrings sparkled in her ears—earrings she had worn on Gabriel's wedding anniversary. She stood by the door of the washroom, her heart racing as she listened to the water stop. Gabriel had finished his shower, and Hazel's anticipation grew. She had prepared an elaborate breakfast for him that morning, hoping to surprise him with her efforts.Gabriel emerged from the washroom, dressed in trousers and a shirt. As he entered the room, Hazel felt her cheeks grow warmer, her pink dress only emphasizing the blush that spread across her face. Her gaze fell to his broad chest, the dark brown hair still damp from the shower, and she quickly averted her eyes, unable to face the intensity of his presence. Gabriel’s face, always a striking contrast of red an
Gabriel slipped the key into the lock, the familiar click echoing through the silence as he pushed open the door to his apartment. The moment he stepped inside, he was greeted by an unsettling darkness that seemed to swallow the entire space. He frowned, his hand instinctively reaching for the light switch. With a flick, the lounge was bathed in soft, warm light, revealing the stillness that enveloped the room.His heart sank. He had expected a surprise, perhaps balloons or a candlelit dinner waiting for him, but instead, the apartment was eerily quiet, devoid of any movement or life. Confusion gnawed at him as he set the various shopping bags he had carried in on the couch. They were filled with gifts he had carefully chosen for this special occasion, yet there was no one here to receive them.Determined to find her, Gabriel walked down the hallway toward their bedroom, the only sound his footsteps on the wooden floor. He paused at the doorway, his breath catching at the sight before
"Isabella, you know how we celebrate our holidays with Jane every year. Those two months are so important to him; he waits for us all year long. And now, you're telling me we shouldn't go to America this year? You know how much this means to Jane." Big Mama's voice was firm yet filled with concern. She wasn't just speaking as a mother, but as someone who knew how much Jane cherished their presence. "He doesn't just see me as Mama, Isabella. He considers you his Mama too. He loves you deeply, and here you are, telling me this."Hearing this, Alexander rose to his feet, the signs of frustration evident on his face. His tone was harsh, and the sharpness in his voice made Isabella's eyes well up with tears."Alexander, that wasn't what I meant," Isabella replied, her voice trembling. "I just wanted to meet Hazel..."Feeling the sadness in her voice, Alexander took a deep breath and gently took her hand. "Bella, you shouldn’t make a distinction between Jane and Mia. Jane isn’t just Jazem’s
~Five years later...Bella came out of the dressing room wearing a full gown nighty, Alexander, who had been lying on the bed waiting for her, got up from the bed.“I’ve been waiting for you for half an hour,” he snapped, his voice laced with irritation. “And you come out wearing this? Why didn’t you wear the nightgown I told you to?”His tone was harsh, the anger simmering just beneath the surface, and Bella could feel the familiar pang of fear tighten her chest. It was the same fear that had gripped her in the early days of their marriage, whenever he drew too close. She lowered her eyes, her voice barely above a whisper as she replied, “Alexander, that nightie is too revealing. I don’t want to wear it.”His demeanor softened at the sight of the tears glistening in her eyes. The anger ebbed away, replaced by a tender concern that she rarely saw in him. He reached out, gently cradling her face in his hands, his voice a soothing balm. “It’s alright, my love. Don’t worry. It doesn’t ma
"Oh, thank you, your mood has improved. I was quite worried, you know. I could tell you were thinking about our plans even during the meeting..." Bella teased, her fingers playing lightly with the buttons of Alexander's shirt. She offered him a faint, charming smile, knowing all too well that Alexander had indeed been preoccupied, likely replaying the details of their upcoming date in his mind while he was supposed to be focusing on business. She had sensed his distraction, the way his troubled eyes had lingered on her during the meeting, filled with a mix of longing and concern.Alexander returned her smile, a warm, affectionate expression that softened the worry lines on his face. He gently cupped her face in his hands, pulling her closer, and their lips met with a fierce intensity that left Bella breathless. His kiss was so fervent that her lips turned a deep shade of purple, and the warmth of his passion spread across her cheeks, tinting them a delicate pink. As he held her close,
Alexander leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Miss Neha, remember to stick with the color scheme I've suggested for these designs. It’ll bring a fresh, vibrant feel," he said warmly. Neha returned his smile and nodded, her enthusiasm evident."Absolutely, sir. Your color schemes and ideas are always spot-on. This project is sure to make waves in the market," Neha responded with a light laugh.Alexander acknowledged her compliment with a smile of his own. "Your designs are just as impressive, Neha," he added. Just then, the door swung open, and Bella stepped in. Alexander’s eyes lingered on his wife as she entered, taking in the sight of her stylish long frock adorned with red flowers, her hair cascading freely, and her lips shining with pink gloss. His heart raced as it always did at the sight of her. He straightened up in his chair, forcing himself to focus."Miss Isabella, could you bring the file I requested?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
Harry Harrison walked into the restaurant with his girlfriend, Ria, when he noticed Basit Harrison and Anna Shah seated at a table. Basit was gazing intently at Anna, and the sight ignited a firestorm of emotions within Harry. His heart ached, and he could barely keep himself composed."What's wrong, darling? Why did you stop?" Ria asked, noticing Harry's sudden pause."Nothing," Harry muttered, struggling to maintain his composure as he approached their table. Basit and Anna sat a little distance away, but Harry couldn't resist stealing glances at them, feeling a strange mix of agitation and helplessness.As he sat down, his eyes kept drifting toward Anna and Basit. He couldn't understand the source of his distress—was it worry for Zarmeena or something else? After all, it wasn't unusual for Basit to be with a girl; Harry himself changed girlfriends frequently. Yet, something about Basit being with Anna Shah gnawed at him."Harry, what's going on? Where's your attention?" Ria's voice
Harry Harrison never imagined he’d encounter someone like Anna in his life—a girl who could dismiss and ignore him so effortlessly. It seemed impossible. What had he done to deserve this? Girls usually adored him, longing for his attention and proximity. But Anna? She was different."Who does she think she is?" Harry fumed. "She’s not the only beautiful girl in the world. There are countless others eager to fall for someone like me. So why does she stand out?"Even after returning home, Harry struggled to control his anger. Anna’s harsh words replayed in his mind, refusing to fade."She’s not worth my time," he muttered, trying to shake off his thoughts as he lay down to sleep.Meanwhile, Anna had just arrived at Raima Abbasi's office. Raima had urgently requested Anna’s presence, so she knocked and stepped inside."Miss Abbasi, how are you?" Anna greeted her."I'm well, Anna, darling. How about you?" Raima replied warmly, as always."Hello, Miss Abbasi. You called me urgently, so I c