Have you ever felt it? This feeling where your otherwise creative mind turns numb as if a pair of hands are holding it in a tight grip disabling it from running the actual thought process. You feel stuck and slowly start to realize how the reins of your life are in someone else’s hands. That you’ve become a puppet to dance on someone else’s desire and had no control over your own life or actions. You conclude that you’ve stopped living for yourself a long ago and enjoying the things that once made you smile. The heart which used to skip beats with the joyous rhythm of the music was now only throbbing, indicating that you are still alive. Still, breathing. The shelter that once provided you protection has now turned into a structure of bricks and walls telling how little you hold in life. Lauren felt the same as she stared at the two men looking at her and her supposed future husband expectantly. Her blank eyes looked at their once-handsome faces and the bile raised her chest. They di
The cheering crowd was silenced when the peaceful music of piano and violin engulfs the atmosphere in a warm and fuzzy hug once again. Stefan hugged his son and patted his back proudly and then embraced Lauren and kissed her forehead. “God bless both of you.” He whispered and then Mason took his spot and shook hands with Alex whereas awkwardly gave his daughter a side hug. He didn’t say anything but grabs a wine glass from a passing waiter. The sweet and bitter taste warms his heart as he swallows the liquid slowly. Lauren and Alex were still swallowing their newfound status in front of everyone. Now when they have finally exposed their true relationship status, somewhere in their mind they felt a weight lifting off. Although they gave in the will of their fathers under forceful circumstances but the burden of keeping secrets wasn’t there anymore. Lauren doesn’t have to work herself up to avoid Alex and save herself from humiliation. The college dork was her official fiancée and she
Fear An emotion that rests in our conscious mind all the time but only acts when the darkness is perceived instead of the light at the end of the tunnel. It comes forward when the walls start to close and the dreams that once were fabricated with hope- shatters. It thrives in the heart that loses faith. It fills the lungs that no more desire to breathe and shows the sign of surrender. It glides on the spines that are hesitant to collide with the storms. It gawks through the eyes that have seen horrors of doomsday. It freezes the courage when the thought of losing too much looms over the head, when the flash of those faces, around which your world revolves, appears on the dark side. The two women resting on the stiff benches of the renowned hospital were going through those terrors. Their eyes didn’t stop tearing since the moment they were called about the dreadful news. The monotonous voice of a shocked nurse when reached their ears, they collapsed like some old dam and weakly rush
The Ambaram Soon her eyes roll back and she lost the tight hold on the world. But before the darkness could completely swallow her, Arnold lifted her cold body in his warm chest and looked at her face. It looked ugly under the light of the moon as she was slowly letting go of the threads of life. She was a survivor of the war. He concluded immediately and his jaw clenched in tension. She was a woman of Alvar and the tribe wouldn’t agree to keep the pebble of different soil. They will most possibly leave her to die or throw her back towards the soldiers of satin land. They were too reserved to even welcome a person in need. The rules were too strict to break. If he didn’t provide the immediate aid she needed, she might not survive to see the next sun. All her fight to reach here and escape the predators of flesh will go in vain. A battle broke within his mind and he found himself thinking to either save her or leave her here to be devoured by wild of nature. Taking her would only in
The Ambaram “Welcome home, Lord Arnold.” Her whisper sent shivers down his spine and he gulps, feeling the sudden tightness in his pants. Diam huffs in irritation. He never liked this female as she can capture the master’s attention easily where he has to take so many measures to achieve his one pat. He stubbornly stomps his right foreleg on the ground and gazes at the newly formed pattern of soil. Arnold notes her every moment like a hawk. The sway of her hips made his stomach somersault. Her teasing was the last thing on his mind when he has to explain the chieftain of an important matter. “Laila, how have you been?” he asked while tipping his head in greeting and she feigned sadness before cutting the distance between them and standing by his side. Her soft and beautiful hands crawl on his knee and trail a path on his thigh. “I have been miserable without you, Arnold, and was looking for your return.” She whispers, lowering her gaze on his boot-clad foot and he leans a littl
The Mountain of Sacred Witch Over the mountain top, inside the cave, a beauty laid on a worn-out mattress. The naughty rats didn’t rest as they jumped around in the forbidden territory of the witch, enjoying the thrill. Their senses were on high alert, to not get too close to Udona’s shelves or might receive the torturous burn of powerful magic. The cunning woman was protective of her things. As they jumped around and ran across the hall, release squeaking noise, causing the passed out girl to stir from her peaceful slumber. Her once dirty and bloody flesh was now clean and pale. Her torn garments were replaced with an elegant midnight blue gown. The tangled knots of her silky hairs were combed straight and twisted into a thick braid. Though her eyes remained sunken in the dark circles due to weakness and exhaustion, her respiration rate was normal. Her heart beats rhythmically, rejoicing over the granted aid. Her sides didn’t throb with dull ache anymore and the once bruised and ble
Mountain of Sacred Witch “Well, aren’t you a brave little thing.” His words dripped with sarcasm as he held her elbow and started pulling her shocked body towards Diam. The disbelief on her bloodstained face was obvious. He glared at her hotly as he drags her out of the beautiful field of death. This woman was unbelievable. He thought to himself and scoffed. “Gods, what were you thinking? If I hadn’t arrived on time, I had to cut that python’s skin to pull you out. Why did you leave that damned cave in the first place? To be devoured by a snake?” He spat, hating her unresponsive stature by each passing second. When they reached Diam, the horse recoiled back in skepticism. What in the name of Lord was his master doing? His nose scrunched up in abhorrence as they reeked of rotten blood- if there was something like that in the first place. Theo screeched in relief and tried to gain their attention unsuccessfully. Arnold sighs heavily, paying no mind to his surroundings as he reached f
The Mountain of the Sacred Witch Thousands of the stars shine together like diamonds in the night sky, just like the fireflies in the canopy of forest and jungle standing proud in the biosphere. The view was breathtaking. Heavenly. Are they watching us the same way we observe them every night? Valentina thought as she stared at the sparkling blanket of the night in amazement. She was sitting at the edge of the mountain top, outside the cave, appreciating her surroundings. The clouds were kissing her fearless dangling feet. A cup of heated tea was placed in her hand to warm her churning insides. The cold air was flowing through her hair, coiling them in knots and leaving her shivering behind, yet she didn’t dare to leave the spot. It’s a scene she has never registered before. Such calm, such peace after the days of darkness and war, was soothing her burning eyes. Here she felt free for a moment. She forgot about her screaming demons as the beauty of nature descended from heavens to k
6 months later…It came to her in a dream or, was it the music of cosmos that clicked the scattered pictures at the back of her mind into one perfect lifetime. A life where a girl sang melancholy, begging her lover to haul her into his arms and leave the world behind. A fantasy she admired from the eyes of a little girl before she grew up in scorn and turned indifferent. The heart of gold, when touched thorns, transformed into stone. Still, it fluttered whenever her browns collided with the brilliant oceans that tried to pull her into depths, challenging the fury in her to satisfy this unquenchable thirst with a kiss of love. Has it really been that long? She asked herself and a smile broke on her full lips unknowingly.A tear slipped from glossy eyes, saving the light mascara from smudging. Long fingers immediately reached for silk kerchief settled on the dressing table in front of her, and she looked up in the mirror.The visio
New York“He is ready for you, boss.”Agent Mc King announced as he gestured towards the last investigation room, and Lorenzo rolled his shoulders.“How is he?”Lorenzo asked while suppressing a yawn, earning a tired sigh.“His pupils are dilated, and the head is dizzy, but I have run a few tests. The man is good to go.” The Agent clarified before opening a metallic door with a small glass window, showing his boss in. Lorenzo nodded in acknowledgment and marches inside, forecasting a cool manner, oppose to his igniting fury. It was 5:45 a.m. now. The clock was ticking faster today. Slumping in the chair opposite to a high Antonio Sullivan, he passed him a sarcastic grin.“We met again.”Antonio frowned at the pitch of Lorenzo’s voice, which poked like needles in his skull, and he groaned. His red eyes watered a bit before scanning the bulky frame in front
New York“Here, sir.”The lovely secretary of Lorenzo offers him a mug of black coffee and two pills of Advil. The senior detective was having a hard time focusing on scattered documents after that close encounter with a familiar face. The clock was ticking fast, and from the past half an hour, he was scanning the same page, trying to surmise the words, which now seem like wriggling insects. Nodding at the beautiful female thankfully he tosses the medicine down his throat and drinks the burning- beverage.Huffing a refreshing sigh, he collects the papers in a folder and holds the hot caffeine in another. Erasing the haughty- image of a stoic woman from the back of his mind, he leaves his cabin with newfound determination. It was 4 a.m. He still had some time to crack the case. All the pawns of a dangerous game are standing in front of him. All he has to do is make them sing on a forbidden tune. Wearing both bewitchery and im
New YorkSomeone has said it right. When you go through the flames of life and come out as a survivor, you learn and adjust to chaotic synopses awaiting ahead. The negativity doesn’t affect you in the same manner as it used to sting you before. You become so tough and cold to feel small things. Whenever a situation appears where you feel the walls are closing and a helping hand will never befall, pray to God and fucking cut through the path like a bullet. The days that break you are the days that make you. It is easy to lecture a suffering soul, easy to judge their case, and give hearing of do's and don’ts. You will never know how that person is fighting each prime, slowly losing hope while mending the chinks in their armor. The logic is simple- Every soul has to go through the cryptic period of life all alone.Lauren learned it the same way. Where Alex had a protective father, she was sold at a very young age to clear debts and sa
New YorkTaking the phone from her tight hold gently, he scrolls through the call log and shudders nervously, noting Lorenzo’s name on the top. Why has that imbecile called in the middle of the night? Alex was frozen at the spot. His mind was blank and his skin sizzled under the intensity of her burning gaze. Lauren shifted her eyes from his unmoving figure and removed the warm quilt to climb out of the bed and enters the bathroom with tensed brawn.Alex tosses the phone aside and cups his forehead. Distressed. Why does he feel so distressed over something that has nothing to do with her? It is not like Lauren knows the agent and has met him before? She doesn't remember the past where the same Agent was a ruthless King who destroyed her nation. But she was tensed for some reason, and this raised his heartbeats. Leaving the bed, he peeks in the bathroom through the little slit from where the light from inside was shattering on the carpete
{A/N: PG-13. The following chapter isn’t written to hurt anyone feelings and contains abuse and violence. If you’ve a sensitive mind or heart, kindly skip it. You won’t miss anything important and can easily catch a brief in the next chapter. Thank You.}New YorkClick of her high heels reverberates in the empty hallway as she steps out of the elevators on the 15th floor and proceeds towards her well-furnished and luxurious penthouse. After a long day of multiple meetings and annoying clients, she finally managed to slip out of the office once being dismissed by her equally frustrated boss. For some reason, he was distant as compared to other days. Maybe he fought with his fiancée? Who cares as long he pays her well for this head-spinning job? She had to give it to him, not a day ago, his soon to be wife met an accident,
New York Tick TockTick TockTick TockThe wall clock at the corner of packed room sings with a uniform pace indicating the passing time. She sat quietly on the metal chair with her arms folded beneath her chest. The high-heeled boot taps the floor rhythmically and her knee bobs up and down as she glanced between the door and the clock once in a while. Though her face was blank, the perspiration of anxiety was seen at the side of her temple. She bit her lower lip in impatience and took deep breathes, suppressing the building urge of throwing up.“Sir, how long are we going to keep her here?”Agent Mc King asked in boredom to his senior, who was enjoying his coffee and studying the recent subject from behind the glass of the investigation room. His observant eyes didn’t move from her figure for a second as he studied all her actions. Agent Lorenzo Snow was trying to figure her out. Though the girl waiting in the lonely room looks innocent, she was a cunning little worm. Her name was o
At the Foot of the mountain of the Sacred Witch‘Valentina’He rustled in the darkness that fogged his vision, restricting him from seeing what lies ahead. ‘Valentina’The throat cramped and squeezed tight whenever he tried to speak, reducing the scream to a whisper that even he couldn’t hear. The rough palm of his bleeding knuckles grazed the soft and moist grass beneath him and his lungs immediately relaxed to let out a choked breath. His body felt heavy and numb as if he has fallen from a cliff all battered and bruised from a war. The spine cracked audibly when he conjured some will to move slowly. For the first time, his senses failed him. What happened all of a sudden? Why was he lying in such a compromising position with his body angled oddly? A wave of shock crawled up his back and he groaned before smacking his face in the same soothing grass.
21st CenturyNew YorkThe hour after Lauren revealed the troublesome parcel, Alexander contacts the private investigator- Detective Omar, who in return transfers the information to Lorenzo Snow. Lorenzo was on alert and was expecting another such attempt. The FBI agent was aware of a criminal’s psychology, and now he waited for someone to come into action and make a mistake. The news of parcel was taken positively and they immediately added the government surveillance team in the control room of headquarters. The peon who delivered the parcel was cornered and questioned for a day. After the investigation, it was cleared that he simply took it from the courier service of the industries where other parcels and letters arrive.With the help of CCTV footage, the picture of a man who supplied the estranged courier was retrieved.When Lorenzo first saw the picture of a tall burly man wearing d