21st Century New York Lauren stood unfazed in the living room as her vigilant orbs studied everybody with awareness. Most of them were fidgeting in their position, while some wore apprehensive looks. It wasn’t every day when the mistress of the place asks them to appear in a row to solve a mystery. They had a feeling that someone was going to face serious consequences. It is going to be a long night. All were curious and eager to know about Lauren’s next step. What was she going to do? How is she going to find the real culprit out of them? They cringed at the thought of any false claim. They feared being called out for a crime they never committed. Oh, they hated it and truly regretted following Marilyn’s order. They should have known better. Poor Nancy did warn them of the outcomes when they started the task for the first time. She has asked them to wait and raid Lauren’s room in her presence. She pleaded not to open her bedroom in her absence. But they didn’t listen
21st Century New York Spectrum The name of the nightclub was written in bold neon letters outlined by pink lights, while bright- yellow bulbs bordered the giant board carrying the sign of the club. The exterior of club was brightly illuminated, opposed to the dark and moonless sky. The stars in the night sky blink on several occasions to look over the empty streets from behind the clouds. Where the rest of the town was asleep, Spectrum was still up and full of life. It was a perfect hub for entertainment and bar. An array of bouncers stood guarding the front entrance and looked over the long line of club-goers, which wasn’t showing any sign of abating. The place was famous and safe as compared to the other entertainment venues of the neighborhood. Guests were wearing their best and to pass the time were conversing while waiting for their chance to step inside because the place was already packed and didn’t have room for more. After some five minutes, when the horde of drunken tee
21st Century New York It was one in the morning when Alex reached his mansion. After a long mental battle, he decided to take Lauren to his place instead of her own. He feared that he might end up saying something disrespectful if her father came in sight. Lauren may get angry over the issue of waking up at Miller’s residence, but he will manage. After parking the car inside the garage, he lifted her passed-out figure bridal style without breaking any sweat and entered the silent mansion. Only it wasn’t silent anymore because the moment he crossed the threshold, the lights turned on and a fuming Stefan Miller opened his mouth to give his son a good scolding. But the moment his eyes fell on the limp girl in his arms, words stuck in his throat, and he pressed his lips together. Various scenarios rushed through his mind, and all were negative. What happened to her? His mind screamed. Throwing the pipe that he was smoking to relieve the stress while pacing in the living room, he rus
21st Century New York Silence That is what greeted her when she first entered Williams Mansion after spending a rough night at Millers. Her brown eyes were busy checking the surroundings. For someone who vowed to stop caring, Lauren arrived at her house feeling nervous. When Stefan announced the news of a charity event, it knocked the air out of her lungs. The sudden revelation pushed her under the bus. That was not part of her plan. She was supposed to take a break, lay low, and watch some television marathons to pass the time and distract herself from the situation at hand. But no, the wise Stefan had to invite her over a function, and she lacked the guts to refuse. Perfect Instead of grabbing an ice cream and warming her eyes by watching sexy Turkish actors, she had to hunt a bloody dress. A scoff escaped her lips as she closed the front door and made a beeline towards her room, only to be stopped by Nancy. Of all the people, Lauren wasn’t ready to have a closure with Nancy
21st Century New York As the evening passed by, more people showed up at the venue. The fancy lights only made it look more breathtaking. The necks of women glowed with shiny diamonds. Expensive gowns hugged their bodies like a second skin. Lauren observed the scene with utmost distaste and would give a fake smile to those who pass by her side. Alex was standing a foot away, observing her like a hawk. His eyes scanned the surroundings and, suddenly his body thrummed with cold when noticed a series of armed bodyguards camouflaged in the background. He frowned upon the tight security. His father must be going through a rough phase to go over such measures. He thought absentmindedly and scrutinized a particular direction when caught a suspicious movement behind one of the pillars. His body screamed when he saw a shadow disappearing into the kitchen area, pulling a heavy waste bin behind them. Why will someone carry a filled bin in the kitchen area? Before he could inspect the situati
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
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