21st Century
New York
Fat tears roll down her cheeks as she registered the brutal side of humanity. She wanted to scream and bellow but the sound was ripped from her throat a long time ago. Now she just sat there, like a doll with inert eyes, looking at the bunch of strange men wearing drab tracksuits entering the mansion quietly, descending into her nest, like demons of the night. Her head was resting against the headset of a wheelchair and fingers were curled on the armrests pathetically. Only if she had the power to move. The woman couldn’t show her fear openly but her heart was ready to burst out of her chest, noting the men kneeling over the plush carpet and gently collecting the limp body of her husband with calculated precision. They lifted the unmoving frame and started to fold the same carpet around him.
She urinated, recalling how he achieved this fate.
Her son has done the dee
“Lord, I also fell in love- I also gave away painI was happy, but something was missingLord, I also felt pride- I also gained knowledgeI lived life, but something was missingLord, I didn’t see you- everything couldn’t be soldAnd where I stopped, the evening was lonelyYou’re there in the lack of my desiresYou’re there in the wetness of my eyesYou’re there in my hopeYou’re there in my thirstYou’re there in my breathsYou’re there in my unneeded laughterYou’re there in whatever I seeYou’re there in my tearsYou’re there in my envyYou’re in my lifeFrom the truth of lifeFrom the d
21st CenturyNew York"After two weeks of hard work and thorough inquiry around Miller Industries, my team has managed to uncover information about each board member. With the collaboration of the FBI, all the members are kept under covert surveillance. Their daily activities will be followed from distance without raising any doubts, including the two of you. Kindly see that this case has now become a hot topic. The smallest clue could lead us to the culprits who have orchestrated such a heinous crime. The department needs your consent for further steps, Mr. Miller. Would you please go through these guidelines and sign the papers? They must be submitted to the Chief Agent handling your case as soon as possible."Detective Omar stated firmly as he passes a sealed folder in Alex's hands. Lauren regarded the exchange with cold eyes. Her mind was still revolving around the information Alex supplied this
21st CenturyNew YorkShe laid on the bed with a crocheted red scarf pressed against her chest. Her thin fingers caressed the soft material, tracing the path of rogue threads. When she was little, Nancy has made it for her. She reminisced how once she caught a high fever during the winter and the poor woman didn’t leave her side all night. The medicines were working at a slow pace, so Nancy remained awake by her side and soothed her by placing a wet cloth on her forehead all night. After some days, she also knitted a scarf just in case the little girl decided to go outside to enjoy the falling snow. That time Lauren was naïve and wishy-washy to understand the notion of care that no other maid had undertaken. The bond between them was strong. Nancy considered Lauren as her daughter. Who does that for a motherless girl? Spending a better time by knitting woolens when you can easily buy them f
21st CenturyNew YorkLetting out a vexatious moan, he gritted his teeth in annoyance before ripping the constricting hold of the tie from his neck. Ocean eyes glared at satin royal-blue material. They were going to be late at this rate. For the past half an hour, he has been fussing over this stuff. With the last failed attempt, he threw it on the bed and scoffed in frustration. Was tie important? Wearing a body-fitting tailored suit was uncomfortable itself, now they need a tie too to squeeze the life out of him. Taking a deep breath, he calms the stirring anger. The past few days have been stressful and these puny issues were testing his limits of patience.“Melody, could you help me with this thing?” He shouted at the top of his lungs and turned to look in the mirror. The three-piece business suit looked polished and well stitched even after such short notice. Though the tailor took e
21st Century New YorkDark clouds cast over the morning sky, promising a heavy fall of nectar from the heavens. First, the silver flash of lightning was grasped followed by the frightening roar of the upcoming thunderstorm. The temperature dropped to some degrees and a cool wind blew lightly, brushing the fields.UnpredictableToday’s climate matched the mood of a sinner kneeling on the lonely grounds of the family cemetery, where, the blood of his blood has been buried in the past. The morbid silence along with the rumble of heavy clouds was his companion today. His body remained still under the slowly darkening sky of the morning. Memories flashed like lightning behind the closed lids and gloomy feelings soared like the brewing storm in distance.Pulling out a pair of white lilies from the inside pocket of his business suit jacket, he places them gently on the two tomb
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
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.
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
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