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Jenny’s POV I wish there was nothing like the feeling of losing someone. There is no word that can do justice to the definition of that hollow feeling inside me. There is no language in which I can explain the grief I'm going through. The grief, It just snatched everything away. Everything came crashing down in front of my eyes. No hopes. No beliefs. No courage to even pick up a fallen pen. Everything reminds me of him and those times when he was alive. It’s been a month since my dad lived his last day on the earth before leaving. I was so broken and crying weakly that those memories of saying goodbye to him have become easy for me. I wasn’t in my senses, and couldn’t remember much about that day because all that I know is, my father is no more. I lost him, and I still can’t believe this. How can God be so cruel that he snatched the only person I had ? If he wanted to make me suffer then he could have taken my life instead of my father’s. Why him ? The doctors said it wa
Jenny's POV Days become weeks and weeks become months, the frequent random crying did stop and now I'm at a point where even if I want to cry, tears just won’t come, because there isn’t any left. But i realised that grief of losing someone i loved can be intense like physical pain. I literally felt my throat hurting, aching and heart tearing into two. Those moments were the ones where I cried because I didn't know what else to do. Every day felt the same, the routine of recalling about dad and then crying because I couldn't stop thinking about him knowing that he doesn’t exist in this world anymore. I also realised my pride of not wanting to cry so much in front of others and the notion that I needed to be strong for my dad made me suppress a lot of the feelings which made it worse. Then there was guilt and a lot of what if I did this or that, would we have a different and he would have lived? I miss him, so much that if there’s any way to get him back i would. If there’s e
Three months back, Ryan’s POV She is in her worst situation ever, and I'm not able to see her like this. I know losing her father is a big deal for her but the way she keeps neglecting herself these past months is scaring me. She isn’t sleeping properly, she skips her meals, and constantly cries. Her health is getting worse and she doesn’t seem to care for any of these now. I tried distracting her with something else but nothing works when she herself doesn’t want to get out of the grief she is right now. Day by day she is turning weak, and lean. That puts me into worry. I don’t know if i can ever see her the way she used to be. Because nowadays, she doesn’t even utter a word. If anyone asks something to her, she will either nod or shake or maintain her silence. Mostly she would stare at empty walls or would spend her time looking out of the window in her room. Making her step down for dinner or lunch would be one hell of a job, she was falling into the loneliness that star
Ryan’s POV “ Are you sure ? i mean….you keep telling me that you want to get rid of the phobia but when it comes to treatments you never cop up…..and then you leave us hanging in the middle “ Said Mr. Aaron looked at me through his round thick glasses. Well I can't deny the fact that he is right. For the two whole times I decided to get treated, but for some reason I couldn’t continue the treatment and left it in the middle. And being the good sort of therapist, Aaron had tried his best to convince me everytime when I left the treatment in the middle. But now, Now i really want to get cured, i don’t want to see those nightmares anymore,i don’t want to keep a check on my proximity with jenny whenever we’re together because i can’t let my phobia kick in when i or her crossed the border line. Infact few times i almost got on edge of getting panicked when jenny would reach up for my shirt buttons while kissing me, but thanks to those friends of hers who always interrupted us in th
(Three months ago) Ryan’s POV I am obsessed with the sunset. I keep observing the colours , shades and patterns of sky and clouds and how everyday it is different. The clouds make the sunset look more pretty. I believe every sunset and sunrise needs a sky to show up and few fluffy clouds to peep out. Setting of the sun shows how the end of the journey can be so beautiful . Sunset makes me feel beautiful and fills me up with positivity . When I watch sunset it feels like everything paused for a moment and colours are flying in the sky just to paint the world. Every day the sun rises, crosses the sky and sets. And it does it again and again and again like the perpetually repeating cycle of events in a day that people follow and tend to complete as if they have got a task to finish before the deadline. Sunsets are one of the few things in life that is guaranteed and subconsciously the certainty and guarantee is extremely soothing to the soul, just like her. No matter how bad a
( Present time ) Author’s POV Jenny was waiting for his response even though the stunned look on his face gave her all the reason to assume his rejection beforehand. And yet she was waiting just because of the last drop of hope she had on him. A marriage isn’t what she actually wants with him, but the promise of togetherness despite all the flaws and hurdles they have between their relationship. She wants him to stay with her, she wants him to be around her as much as possible. She wants him to be hers, in all sense. Knowingly or unknowingly she is possessed by the thought that her dad wanted her to get married and her refusal led to unwanted arguments between them and before she could sort out things with him, he left. So in order to end the slight guilt that is eating her alive inch by inch, day by day Jenny came up with a decision of getting hitched to Ryan. Besides, after her father she began to feel left alone just how she was before Mr.Oberoi adopted her. Of cour
Author’s POV “ C’mon, accept your loss “ exclaimed Maya as she glared at Sam who wasn’t ready to accept the fact that Maya won the bet. “ you cheated , otherwise “ he dragged the last word looking around finding a way to distract her from the over prodigiousness of her talent of predicting people's next moves. “ Did you realise how cheap and lame you have been from the past ten minutes ?” shooting daggers at him Maya smacked him on the back of his head, for which he just smiled and nodded off. Well, he had to accept it. It’s been an hour since Maya and Sam are waiting for Jenny at their favourite meeting spot. The Lasata restaurant, which not only serves coffee and cakes but also provides interesting games that would involve people’s full attention and strength. Despite having all kinds of games, like video games, whirl cars, ball game, cricket and karaoke, Maya and Sam decided to spend their time predicting what every third person they saw around would do, who’s guess
Author’s POV Turning the knob of the door Maya pushed open it walking inside as her eyes scanned the hall. Disappointment covered her face as her eyes didn’t find the sight she always wants to look at. Taking off her heels she sighed as his shoes weren't on the rack which means he is not back yet. Dropping her bag on the couch leisurely she slumped on bed stretching her arms out of exhaustion while a faint yawn left from her mouth. For the last few days she hasn't been getting enough sleep and rest because of the rush between the office and Jenny’s home. Sometimes, she would be working till late night to complete her pending works. Skipping the meals, and sleeping made her look like a ghost as she turned pale and lean. Her chubbiness was melting, and she wasn’t happy about it. She loved every inch of her chubbiness, and watching her figure turning lean she got worried over her health and decided to give some attention to her body as well. Looking around she grabbed the wat
Author’s POV The beauty you see in everything is the beauty within you. And to enhance the beauty within you , you must know that love is an essential ingredient for that. People may hate love thinking that love breaks them but it’s not. Love doesn’t break anything, disappointment does. Lake of trust breaks peoples insecurities and bringing up the past in every present situation breaks peoples. Misunderstanding and refusal of efforts breaks peoples. Faking loyalty and over expectations breaks peoples. Love doesn’t breaks anything. It’s people. Infact love mends the broken pieces of heart. The mere presence of love is enough to fill one’s soul with strength and courage. Love becomes the strength that one needs in their life to stay still, face and fight their battles against all the odds. Love heals everything, Averting his gaze from the empty sight of the window , Ryan looked back at the hospital reports of Jenny kept on the table in front of him. He has been staring
Author’s POV “ You planned all these ? “ asked Jenny, being surprised by the lighting and decoration around, which made the place seem more beautiful than it was already. “ mmm…..yep “ he smiled looking at her sparkling eyes that travelled all around the room. Her big doe-like eyes were adorable as they moved back and forth looking here and there and amazed. It’s been a while since Ryan and Jenny bid bye to the newly married couple Maya and Asher after the party and drove back. At first Jenny thought he was taking the short route to reach the home soon since he seemed tired a bit but when Jenny noticed that he was actually driving to the highway which would lead them out of the city in a few minutes she couldn’t stop herself from asking. “ Just stay silent, enjoy the ride……that’s all he said and she didn’t ask him any questions and decided to wait and watch. After one hour or so he stopped the car in front of a huge tree house which was made at the end of the forest and near
Author’s POV Life has been a bliss for Ryan since the time he learnt to let go of many things that kept bothering him for years. He’s now the relieved and sorted out person who only thinks about his present and future life with more optimistic thoughts. With every passing day he has learnt to cope up with his nightmares and gradually the nightmares stopped for which he couldn’t be more thankful as he can now sleep without worrying about anything. And he is grateful to his wife because of whom he’s at a point now where life seems the most beautiful and worth living thing ever to him. He feels like he is a new born baby who just came out from the womb of mother and got hit by the fresh breath of air. The newness in every kind of situation, and ways of thinking just gets him excited for everything he does and sees. Besides, living with a wife like Jenny who isn’t less than any fairy makes him feel super blessed at times that he keeps finding new ways to express his love
Author’s POV Asher and Maya sat together talking, enjoying each other's company much more than the mostly-forgotten movie they'd picked playing on her laptop for the weekend, the streaming-site flick downgraded to background noise for the flirtatious pair's constant conversations; they'd both downed a few beers each, the alcohol loosening their lips and helping put them at ease. Kissing occasionally interrupted their words, but it was a welcome interruption, both of them enjoying every moment of each other's company. No place else either of them would rather be. "Take, take off your shirt," she panted, "I need to see that amazing body of yours!" Eager to comply, enjoying this take-control side of her, Asher slipped his arms to the bottom of his shirt, detaching himself from her chest. As swiftly as he could he pulled it from his torso and tossed it across the room, spreading his arms and flexing slightly for his girlfriend's pleasure; if there was one thing Asher was confident about
Author’s POV "Ohhhh..." Jenny moaned as she felt her vagina stretch open for him. After sorting out their small misunderstanding Ryan and Jenny spend some hours in bed, cuddling and talking about random stuff. They didn’t realise the passing time while being with each other and when they did it was already afternoon, and none of them had a bath yet since they woke up late and hungry that their focus went on food later on their sudden conflits which was sorted out lately. Feeling lazy to do anything they decided to spend the day in a room and order something from outside to eat and just chill watching any random movies. As Jenny got up and dragged herself to shower, Ryan uncontrollably followed her and offered her his idea of showering together. Though he promised her that it’s going to be only to shower together, nothing else but that yet Jenny knew where it would lead them hence she agreed. Within a few minutes of standing naked under the shower they were already doing what the
Ryan’s POV “ Jenny, I'm not going to do that….please stop pestering me. “ I had enough and couldn’t bear it anymore when Jenny kept pestering me for something I don't want to do or, much likely, I'm not capable of doing. It’s been more than six months now since we sorted out our conflicts and began to live together. I had been doing good since then, and I figured out why. Because from the moment I shared my traumatic experiences with her I did feel the lightness in my chest as the burden of keeping everything inside me faded away. She grasped the depth of hurt and mental anguish I felt. And soon, she and I took slow but steady steps towards healing. I can;t deny that she stood strong in every path i chose to walk on. She was just beside me, guiding me, listening to me and making me feel valued and worthy. Talking to her almost felt like talking to myself because she never showed any discomfort or judging look which I was afraid to get from people. She felt like me, more of me
Author’s POV“ Hand me the fish sauce. ““ now, rice vinegar ““ not this…..see on the right corner….you’ll find it beside the soya sauce bottle “ he instructed her“ got it, here….” she replied“ red bell pepper ““ now….hand me the chilli sauce ““ here…take it '' Jenny handed me the bottle and sat quietly on the island watching him add the ingredients one by one as he was preparing the Thai noodle salad with peanut sauce as per her demand. After finishing their quick morning session Ryan took a bath while Jenny was still recollecting her energy by sleeping for a little long. By the time Ryan was done changing he came out and woke her up before going downstairs to prepare coffee for both of them. Jenny took a long-soul-soothing warm bath as she was sore and thanks to her husband though. As she came downstairs wearing his t-shirt that hopefully reached till her mid thighs. One thing they love about spending their time in his penthouse is - they can literally roam around in minimal c
Author’s POV When Jenny woke up, it was not by any choice of her own. While the sunshine on her face was warm and pleasant, the clock showed that it was not even 7:00, and she'd had a late night. She took a deep breath and wriggled herself out from under Ryan's arm, leaning off the bed just enough to reach the blinds and block out the sunlight. As Jenny moved herself to this position, the sheet fell away from her body ever so slightly, and she realised she hadn't put anything on after she and Ryan had finished off last night. They'd simply fallen asleep in each other's arms afterwards, with no energy left in their bodies.The fact that Jenny was naked was of no real significance to her, except that it reminded her that Ryan was naked under the sheet as well. As much as Jenny wished that she could go back to sleep, she knew she was up for good now, thanks to the sun in her eyes and the knowledge that Ryan's body was all hers if she just pulled away the thin sheet lying on top of hi
Auhor's POV Ryan blinked and hugged her to his naked chest, taking hold of the back of her shirt and tugging it out of her jeans. "We're not equal yet, are we?" he said. "I want to see my favourites in you ." He meant her soft, spongy and perfectly round mounds that he never gets enough of doing things. She nodded against his shoulder and pulled back, still sitting in his lap, she ran her fingers down the hem, losing buttons as she went, until she at last shrugged her shirt off to the floor behind. "Let me," he said, laying his hands on her hips, he traced all the way up her thin body, fingers dipping beneath the band of her bra, momentarily holding her two warm, soft mounds before bringing the elastic fabric further up and over her head, helped as she raised her arms to slip it off. Not massive, no, but even though she fidgeted as he looked, he felt he had to burn this sight into his memory. Smooth, pale skin, goosebumps spreading in the cool air, topped with taut, pink nipple