The steps began to falter as she was moving away from his sight. Of course, her body could not bear the sorrow of going away from him. Sure, someone has rightly said that there is a limit to the pain. At some step or the other, that pain becomes so deep, that it can be easily recognized by touching; becomes so loud that its sound settles in the ears; so visible that it can be seen with the naked eye. Perhaps even though pain is actually a mental emotion, it is reflected by the body like a mirror.
Not only the legs, but the whole body was trying to stop her there because the desire of the body was the same — he. It was in the possession of the soul and the soul was blind in the longing to meet him. Because it knows — the soul knows its mate, its partner, its humdard.
Tears blurred her vision and were harshly wiped away for committing the mistake of shedding recklessly for him, falling uncontrollably for herself.
She did not want to feel sorry for herself anymore. For her, getting attracted to a man who was already someone else’s was a huge mistake that she made. If her body was ready to groan in pain because of his longing, it simply meant that she wanted to go back to him. He has dominion over each and every single part of her. She wanted to go harsh on herself.
Fists clenched tightly around the fabric of her white angelic dress. The environment around was too busy to notice her grieving self. The cold wind of mid-October in the huge city of New York was not showing mercy at all. Just a few steps made her feel like she walked a mile but she did not want to stop at all.
Walking on the side of the road, with a part of her saree clenched in one fist and wiping tears with the other, she was moving forward without any destination. Head was lowered and her eyes were filled with heavy emotions. The pain was the main. She got nobody to hold her, that is how poor she was, left all alone.
Maybe everyone around her was mean.
She did not stop even after a black expensive-looking car halted right beside her. It shone with glory, the brand SUV got some of the unnecessary attention from the people around.
“Ms Paulose!” The man behind the solid door uttered, making her stop right there. Wiping those stubborn tears, she peered up at the source, seeing the door opening before the familiar man stepped outside.
He first looked around — alert as usual. The eyes hidden behind those dark glasses then stopped upon Hazel and he found her staring at him, the bold innocence pooling inside them making him sigh inaudibly.
He could see how hurt she looked. He had no idea how everything affected her that deeply because as Gabriella told him about the plan and then explained the things to him, he thought Hazel was just like some other one-night-stand slut who would not mind much. But upon seeing that vibrant honesty, and depth of true and heavenly emotions, he had to forget what Gabriella fit into his brain. Nonsense, probably.
“Please, get inside, I’m here to assure you reach home safely. Ms Smith has sent me.” That deep voice registered in her head. “Before Mr Daud comes to get you, it’s better if we leave,” he suggested, sounding calm but only he knew how anxious he was from inside. He did not want Hazel to deny the help he was offering to her.
She nodded, mumbling, “Yeah, sure.”
He sighed and then walked to open the door for her. She settled in the back seat, thanking him for closing the door for her, just as the manners she could not forget in any situation, but her throat surely did not help her much. She felt like crying every damn time.
He nodded as it was his duty. He walked to grab his seat and then drove the car to its location. Distance had been created and she believed that now it was not written in her destiny to come back to him.
It is strange to think that there was a time when she used to run away from him and now she does not want to go away from him. The thought of him going away was making her heart tingle. It seemed as though everything was falling apart — especially her heart, did it not? She had tried a lot to control her ignorant heart, but could not, because if it cannot free you from control, then it is not love at all.
Despite not wishing, he proved to be a good man in her eyes. Something inside him was being pulled out by her and only she could see it and it felt like goodness.
Even if lakhs of evils come out of a person, his basic goodness cannot be ignored.
And now she was away from the same person. Wishing the separation had already been written in their fate, then perhaps it would not have been so sad at that moment. Especially when the body had recognized him, the soul had longed for him.
“Hazel!”
Her heart skipped a beat. A beat missed the moment she heard that familiar voice full of desperation, pain and uneasiness. Her eyes widened and her head snapped in that direction, desperation decided to speak through her, wanting to sound loud.
She looked back through the window but with the countless city lights attacking the glass, she could not get to see anything clearly. Her brows creased and her bottom lip trembled, another sob threatening to spill out. He made her so emotionless just by being the real him and he had no idea how much he had her crying only for him because he did not know when she felt, she felt deeply.
She was not like a river, he could not admire her like that. No way. She was the ocean — deep, clean and sensitive.
If fate was a little easier, she might not have run away hiding her wish.
She clutched the side of her chest, taking a deep breath and turning her face away. The car was already at a higher speed than before. Robert — the bodyguard who was with Hazel, did not want any trouble. Especially when he was given strict instructions.
The door opened and he stared down at the girl, saying, “Ma’am, we’re here. Please, come outside.”
As she was aimlessly gazing in the front, looking lost and depressed, he chose to inform her about everything. He did not know how but he could feel the depth of her pain and fear. It was strong and he sympathised with her.
She nodded meekly as she came out. He locked the door and took the keys with him. “Sorry for making you wait,” he apologized, pulling out two packets from his pocket.
“It’s okay,” she mumbled, looking down. A stiff nod came in her direction before he asked her to follow him under the roof. She walked after him, not looking anywhere else. The wish to know little-little things was dead inside her.
He made all the arrangements and finally, they got into the aeroplane. She ignored the attention she got there. Some eyed her tear-stained face, while some did that with her body.
“Follow me… here,” he showed her the seat and then pulled himself back. She slipped into the seat, wiping away a lone tear that spilt out of her left eye. She was leaving.
The seat next to her stayed empty while Robert sat behind her. The flight back to India was long, yet she did not desire to sleep. How could she when she got no peace inside her? Everything was as if snatched away from her. It was so ironic because she held nothing with herself. Everything was forced on her, her life was never in her hands.
If silence could help, she just leaned back and stared out through the window. Everything looked very small from above. The whole of New York was lit up with light and then the whole of America. She could see the entire land of the continent from above, surrounded by water only. Clouds also came under, but the weather was very clear. And in all this, she had no desire to look at anything with curiosity. Just as she had come, so was she going — with tears, loss and pain.
The flight ended and Robert helped her in coming out. A car was arranged for them out of nowhere but she did not bother to know about it. They reached the mansion, a nostalgic feeling creeping onto her senses, itching her mind and already restless heart. She stared at her plush cage, standing outside, near the car. Robert stayed there, too, not wanting to disturb her.
Taking a shaky breath, she forced her steps with a heavy heart. The bodyguards standing at the door gave her a dirty look before they averted their gaze as the girl ignored them easily.
She went inside the mansion and her eyes only stared at her beloved room. She just wanted to go there and hide herself. But as soon as Eliseva caught her standing at the door, she rushed to her and engulfed her in a tight hug.
“Oh my lovely little Hazel, I missed you so much! In your absence, the charm here disappeared! But look, tum aa gaye ho, noor aa gaya hai!” She sang, pulling away and looking at her face. The tears had dried by now but their marks told Eliseva everything. She smirked, not feeling even an ounce of sympathy for Hazel.
“Eliseva, please — I wanna leave,” her voice wavered as she looked down in shame and stepped back to leave.
Eliseva did not react and just watched the girl leave. Her eyes lingered on her body which was different than before — a sign that she achieved what she wanted for Hazel.
Her attention was dragged back and she decided to take a look at the man who came inside the huge haveli with Hazel. She smirked upon seeing that the man was also staring at Hazel’s retreating form. The dark thing in his eyes prevented Eliseva from finding any emotion inside them.
“Like what you see?” She asked, earning his attention. His lips pressed in a thin line and he went back to the ‘robot mode’.
“Last time, Mr Daud came to get her, this time you, what changed? The man lost interest like this?” A part inside her wanted to yell at Robert because the memories of her with her ex-husband spread their fragrance inside her chest. She hated men from her guts.
“He’s busy with a new life. Boss is going to get married soon,” he replied emotionlessly as if a robot was delivering his speech.
The fact left her stunned before it amused her in a second. She raised her brows in surprise, muttering, “Oh that’s great! Congratulate him and I wish his wife knows his dear desires!” She chuckled in the end.
“She knows,” he said before he moved to leave.
Eliseva scoffed, shaking her head. “Men will be men,” she muttered, avoiding thinking about it anymore. She hated such men.
“Mishal, Hazel is back! Get her something to eat!” She yelled before she disappeared into her room, indirectly informing the girls about Hazel’s arrival. She knew Irene would run a marathon for her while Rabiya would run to bite her.
~♪
The door of her room opened and she stepped inside. The familiar warm fragrance greeted her as if welcoming her. She took a deep breath — breathing into the scent and letting herself engulf in it. It was the place she belonged, after all. The place that called her dearly. And now she was convinced that her whole life was going to be spent between these walls, under this roof. Dreams are indeed different from reality, she made a mistake by expecting something from life. When expectations are broken, it really seems as if the heart has been shaken from its place.
She chuckled humorlessly before tears spilt out of her eyes. She would have been happy if life had not kept her in such a place.
Coming out of the bathroom while ruffling her long wet hair, she sat on the bed and stared in front blankly. She has no intentions to think about that night anymore. That night itself was painful. The man with whom she spent every night was standing with another woman that night. Even though the smile did not mean anything, he at least did try.
Effort is a word in itself which can give a smile because the effort is definitely done with some motivation, for some reason, for someone, maybe for her?
Just one thought was enough to hurt her. And how many tears were written in her fate? How much pain she was going to receive, she wondered while sitting there. What should she do if she does not feel sorry for herself? Pity is also a poor thing.
“Haze! You’re finally back!” She slowly turned to look at the person who called her. Irene stood there, near the door, a huge grin adorning her lips. She did not waste much time and rushed to grab Hazel into her arms, hugging her tightly.
“Oh my god, I’m so so so happy to see you back! I missed you so much, Hazee baby!” She chirped, kissing Hazel’s temple before she pulled away with a small frown because she did not receive the same enthusiasm from Hazel’s side.
“Hey, what happened?” She asked suddenly, her silk voice dropping at the same moment. Her eyes were holding worry.
“Nothing, Ire, I’m-I’m good, of course!” She forced a small smile, uttering, “Why do you think so?”
“Oh? Do you wish to hide things from me now? I can see the sadness in your eyes, don’t try to hide it!”
“Is that so?” Hazel’s plump bottom lip trembled. Irene nodded, carefully watching Hazel as suddenly her eyes moistened. “Then why won’t He? Why doesn’t He see my sadness?” She murmured, despair falling from her lips and eyes lowered when she felt tears welling up in them.
“Who?” whispered Irene. She palmed Hazel’s shoulder, praying that the thing she was thinking inside her head should be found in real life.
“God…” she sobbed. Irene caressed her arm down and comforted her, saying, “He does, why did you think he doesn’t?”
“Because the life I’m living is-isn’t what I want!”
Irene did not know what to say after that. She knew Hazel was right. And she has no answer for her.
“It’s hard — harder when he’s in my head!”
“Who — no, don’t tell me you have fallen for him! It’s-It’s wrong!” Irene’s eyes widened when she realized she was right when somewhere in her mind, she was calculating the possibility.
“I know, I know it is! But h-how c-can I help it? I-I like him! What can I do about it?”
Irene was left stunned. The confession left her stunned. At the same moment, Hazel broke into tears. She was trying hard — even hardest, but could not control when he flashed through her head; passed through her bitter-sweet memories.
“How could you, when he isn’t good at all?”
“I don’t know what others think about him…” she wiped her face, adding, “I just know he-he was good with me. It was late but he changed for I don’t know whom but he was so good to me!”
“Does he even love you?”
The question as if accelerated her heartbeats. With a heavy heart and heavy eyes, she peered up at Irene and slowly shook her head, mumbling, “No.” Because she was sure he would not fall for her. Not when she was poor, uneducated and engaged in such sinful work. Her identity was itself an invisible blotch on her face.
Irene sighed, tears threatening to spill out. Unrequited love seemed painful until she saw it with her own eyes and felt how terrible it makes someone feel. She never wished such a thing for her friend. She was too young to feel this all — such pain. But her being young was the sole reason why she felt like that; why she started adorning a man who first insulted her and then started treating her well.
She was too innocent for that world. She had a habit of seeing the good in everyone. It was not her fault. But Irene could never even doubt Hazel’s eyes; her sense of knowing personas, because Hazel could tell the difference between good and bad in a few hours, then she had spent more than half a month with that man.
What if he was really good?
But Irene clenched her jaw when she looked at her friend crying like that. However he was, he made her friend cry.
She pulled Hazel for a hug and closed her eyes, tears slipping down. “Whatever was to happen has happened. Now there is no use in tormenting yourself and crying thinking about him. Think ahead and try to forget it. It’s difficult but not impossible, I know you can do it, Haze!” She encouraged her, rubbing her back and arm soothingly. She needed rest. Her eyes were bloodshot red and her face was pale. More than anything, she was concerned about her friend.
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This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2".
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“Mr Daud,” The voice that came out from behind him was covered with a layer of slight concern. But standing in front, the restless but still the someone who retained a charm that drew everyone towards him, did not move an inch. He stood there like a rock and was eagerly looking for someone around him. The unknown man, who wore confusion as a facial expression, approached Christian and stood straight before continuing, “Mr Daud, you should be inside. Your parents and Mr Smith are waiting for you at the dining table.” Christian turned to glance at the old man whose confusion was now no more masked on his face. He was normal, though he wanted to know why Christian was looking this worried. But he did not step ahead to ask about it, he stepped ahead to clear something else, “And sir, please consider it important. The man whom you pushed is now grumbling nonsense. He’s saying that you came to see someone important outside. Someone whom we don’t know.” A bitter frown dominated his face a
Sitting on a settee, her whole attention was taken by the work in her hands. Her knees were bent and there laid a thick fabric on which she was sewing a golden lace. Her thin brows were corrugated and her movements were careful. And Eliseva was watching her keenly. “Hazel?” She asked, making her halt right there. She put the needle aside and looked at her, mumbling, “What, Eliseva?” Still, the stubborn girl is never ready to call her by her nickname. Eliseva could not help but scoff mentally. “Do you want to come tonight?” She asked, raising her brows. She glanced down at the girl on her feet who stopped and switched to her second feet to apply the nail polish. “Eliseva, it’s not like you’ll leave me alone if I asked you to do so,” she answered, her voice coming polite but her words so sharp that Eliseva winced. She tsked and shook her head. “Tonight I can listen to you.” She shrugged, leaving the girl surprised. How easy was that, was it not? But why Eliseva had this meharban on
A faint sound met her ears that caught her attention. She hurriedly looked in that direction, turning down the volume of the television. She saw Iqrar moving in and then pushing the door close. “How was your day?” she asked while she stretched back her legs which were laid before her on another couch. Her grey eyes scanned him down as he looked tired. “It was good,” he answered her. He moved in her direction and sat next to her. His arm lay on the headrest of the couch and his legs spread wide as he sat in that alpha position. He smirked down at her when she smiled softly at him. Their eyes locked and she could see how dark his eyes were. Every time she looked into his eyes, she found them usually dark. Though the colour was already dark, his dilated pupils made it darker and even hotter. The look in them always made her nervous and she still wondered what was so special about her that made him look at her like that. “And the case?” She looked away and held the jug to fill a glass
A terrible sound of breaking things jolted everybody around. The man in his study room — as he was having a meeting with some of his partners, flinched in his spot. He grabbed the edge of the table and a sigh escaped him. He looked up at the members and gave them an apologetic smile, uttering, “I shall go out and check. Excuse me.” He got up as all of them just nodded. He left the room, his body posture a bit nervous but then, he squared his shoulders and walked ahead until he spotted the scattered pieces of an antique vase lying near a table, placed against the white wall. He sighed when he found a red stiletto heel lying with the pieces and then, his restless gaze immediately turned to look at the stairs. There he spotted his everything — his loving daughter, marching up to her room, stomping her feet against the floor. There was one sandal on her foot while the other was bare. She was having difficulty but she was so stubborn that she did not even care about her discomfort. She
“And then I dashed out!” Both of them burst into laughter when Iqrar completed his story. They flopped on the bed and laid down together, still laughing while holding their stomachs. “You… You were so naughty in your childhood!” She turned to look at him and he chuckled. She smiled when she heard that deep laughter. It was as if dipped in gold. It sounded so rich and mesmerizing that she could not help but succumb to it. Even his laughter was sexy. “I still am,” he smiled as he stopped laughing and looked back at her. The smile she had was soft. He loved it. Loved it so much that he could not help but caress her cheek lovingly, making her sigh in relief. “I see,” she mumbled and saw his pupils dilating. The darkness in his eyes increased and she knew the meaning. Though it always irked her with other men, she could not help but find it beautiful with Iqrar. This man was something else. Something so addictive. Her favourite. And as if magnetized by the depth in his eyes, the sinful
“Chris, are you going somewhere?” Heer asked as she saw her son dressed in an ironed suit. He looked so charming like always. He had gotten those looks from his father. She smiled a bit, but she was upset seeing her son in that office attire. “Um… yes, mom,” he said as he covered the distance between them and kissed her temple before he sat in his usual place, turning the dish. “Just a small meeting,” he added, not glancing up at his mother who started serving him and his father. Sanam watched Christian from that distance, eyes slightly narrowed. “That’s unexpected, son, and kind of displeasing.” Suddenly work was displeasing for him because he cared about Heer’s feelings. She was here only for her son. Not a second without him she desired to spend. She just wanted to see him fine every time. “Dad, it won’t take even an hour, I promise.” He shrugged. Heer sighed, sitting next to her husband. Sanam gave her a glance, noticing her lips lightly pressed against each other. “Mom, you k
And on the other hand, when Christian reached his penthouse and did not find Hazel there, he became mad. He asked everyone who was worth asking questions, and when he finally talked to Rebecca, he learned that Hazel had gone back. Back to that brothel. And who sent her there, he wanted to know. But Rebecca did not know about this. She only told him that Hazel had gone out crying after seeing both of them together and that Gabriella had invited her there. Gabriella — he could have guessed it but what hurt him more, was that he wanted to believe that father and daughter for one more time so he could think of forgiving them but they lost the chance. Blind by jealousy, she invited Hazel there and perhaps she was the only one who arranged everything to send her from there. After knowing this, he stopped asking questions Rebecca and now his only destination was India. ~♪“Iqrar…” she called his name longingly as she knocked on the door of his study room. A faint permission was heard
“Dad, I’m leaving for India.” Upon hearing Christian, Sanam frowned as the thought sounded unpleasant. His brows corrugated and he looked at his son with those pair of amber orbs. Heer, who was sitting on a couch, playing with Aurora could not help but look at her son, not understanding why he made the decision all of a sudden. As per what Sanam told her, she knew the matters related to work were being taken care of by their incredible managers. Then what was lacking, she wondered. “For what?” He asked. “A very important matter came up. I need to leave, and I’m willing to leave this evening.” Sanam’s eyes narrowed. He looked at Heer who nodded. She held Aurora’s hand and got up, muttering something into her ear to which she agreed excitedly and made her way out with her grandmother. Once the ladies left, Sanam said, “I know the exact reason, son. I know it’s not related to work.” Christian swallowed. Nervousness knocked on his brain but he was well-trained in the matters of con
“Love,” he called her lovingly. He bent slightly and hugged her from behind, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. Her body found relaxation in his arms but she chooses not to answer him. She was upset with him. She could not forget that. Christian sighed after he did not get her response. She stared at the view outside her room through the window and it was raining outside. Trees outside were greener than before and the smell of wet soil and leaves mixed together reached them.Hazel loved rain but she could not go out and enjoy that because she was seven months pregnant. Autumn has started and the weather always turned colder than usual whenever it rained. Even the greenery outside was fading away because of the season but who could make a heart understand? She still desired to enjoy it and Christian was stopping her. He could not leave her out like that. “Haze,” he said. She still did not answer him and hugged herself inside the blanket that was wrapped around her body. She was
“Is he asleep?” Hazel whispered in Adam’s ear from behind as she bent slightly. Her hands held a tray on which there was a vanilla cake. It was layered with grape jelly and strawberries and blueberries. It was made by Hazel and Adam. Only because Adam was fond of cooking at a young age, he wanted to help Hazel and ended up decorating it with her from the bottom of his heart. The word ‘PAPA’ on the surface of the cake was written by Adam. It looked like the words had paralysis yet Hazel admired it. Or else everything was done by Hazel. The flavours they added were Christian’s favourite. Especially vanilla. They knew about that. Not much time had passed since they had returned from their honeymoon. They had returned from Japan two days ago because Hazel remembered his birthday and wanted to celebrate the day with their son. Even though Christian forgot about it like he used to forget every year, Hazel remembered. Sanam and Heer were not at home. Had gone out for some important work
“You’re looking beautiful; so beautiful that I can barely look away from you, Haze,” Christian said while coming behind his wife. She held his hand and was walking towards their suite. Her henna-cladded hand was barely covering his but her grip was firm because her husband was tipsy. He drank a bit at his friend’s wife’s birthday party and they were coming back now. His eyes roamed her back from behind. Her brunette hair was tied in a bun, decorated with red roses that matched her red banarasi saree, red bangles, her bright red painted lips — her whole self. Her blouse was not very backless but still, the beauty spot on her back could not escape his gaze through the knots. The sleeves of her blouse reached above her elbows. She looked beautiful as he said and everything in her was his choice. Even the saree she wore was draped by him. “You said that I don’t know how many times,” she said while her lips stretched into a smile. He watched how her plump fleshy bright red lips stretched
Holding hands, they walked together. The path before them was almost not very crowded with humans but with cherry blossom leaves. There were two or three couples, too. Just like them, they too were walking slowly, holding hands, enjoying the moment of romance that turned everything pink. The weather was showering love. Showering pink, showering petals. There were only trees on either side of the road which were presenting absolutely pink environment. Pink petals showered by gentle breezes were floating on the ground, on their shoulders and head. The opened blue sky and those pink trees were creating a unique combination. That scene was appealing and filled the mind with peace. It was neither too cold nor too hot. In Japan, the months of March and April were no less than paradise, and they both came on their honeymoon in March.As Christian had planned, he chose Japan as their honeymoon destination simply because he wanted to make love to Hazel in that paradise-like environment. Lots
“I just called them,” said Hazel over the phone which was pressed against her ear. Her grip was soft while her other hand was holding the steering wheel. She turned it, entering her house through the large main gates. The guards on either side of the gate bowed respectfully as Hazel drove the car inside. She nodded at them, the sight of her face visible to them through the rolled-down windows of her car. She drove it ahead, still listening to the person over her phone. "Of course.” She smiled brightly. “He’s giving him full attention,” she added and parked the car. She listened to the person while turning the engine off and coming out of the car. She picked up the bags from the back seat. Chirping, sparrows flew above her head to another tree planted in their lawn. It was the beginning of March. Spring was coming. Finally, winters were over. Hazel loved that season. From the bottom of her heart. Spring brought life back to nature. Trees were green once again, butterflies and birds
The ceremony function was over. And it was indeed amazing for them but tiring. It exhausted them, especially Hazel. The whole palace was decorated in such a luxurious way as if a king was about to depart from it to bring his queen. The whole palace was decorated like a bride. The entire palace was covered from top to bottom with garlands of flowers and bulbs. The sweet fragrance of flowers enveloped the entire area as if it was actually in a garden. And the whole place was lit up with light as if it was actually falling from above. In the shadow of the stars, under the glare of the moonlight, they were admired by everybody like a match made in heaven. Hazel was dressed in a royal Rajasthani outfit as per Abigail’s choice. Her lehenga was very layered and was of golden colour. Red sequined chunar with a wide border on her head and jewellery to ornaments which were not very heavy to wear but the price used to scream like the stars in the sky. Even Adam told her she looked like a quee
The ladies who gathered, sitting around Hazel were all happy, chirping and doing their things, laughing upon seeing the men dragging Christian with them. The pleasant sound of their laughter boomed but Hazel giggled softly when she saw how Christian’s face was scrunched and he was writhing like a small kid among his friends —Izhar, Kevin, Adnan and Abel. “I don’t want to do that, mom, why don’t you understand?” He uttered, releasing his arms from their grips as that was the sole way they could drag Christian back to the ladies as he ran away right after he got to know that they wanted to apply some henna paste on his palm and he did not like its smell. “But it’s important, son,” said Heer, who sat beside Hazel and gave her a flying kiss when she saw her all dolled up. She found her way too beautiful in that green traditional mirror-work dress. Her hair was tied into a loosened French braid and it was decorated with white shiny beads. Her make-up was nude. The green coloured lehenga
Hazel’s closed eyes were greeted by the sweet morning sunlight coming through the glass of the huge window set in the wall next to their bed. Those red coloured curtains hanging from the wall of the window were not completely closed. They have opened ajar, letting the pleasant sunlight peek into the spacious royal room. Her eyelids flickered and her eyebrows corrugated a bit. Soon the melodious chirping of the sparrows outside met her ears and she opened her eyes slowly but they immediately fell shut when they were attacked by the sunlight. She sighed and raised her hand to save her eyes by shielding them from her palm. She yawned a bit and turned to look at Christian beside her. She smiled instantly when she found him next to him. He was still asleep. His eyes were closed, and his thick eyelashes allured her. Like always in middays, he had a frown on his face but it was not present now. It was always absent when he was with Adam or her or he was sleeping next to her — his peace.
“Chris!” She called his name as she opened the door while carefully holding the baby girl in her arms. She closed the door behind her and suddenly silence engulfed her as the members downstairs were having an important conversation. Christian’s attention was already dragged by her soft call as he was watching her move to him with the baby. The girl was wrapped up in a soft quilt but woke up as her big brown eyes watched everything. “You didn’t meet our little angel, right?” She said, sitting in front of him but folding her right leg on the bed. The white silky mattress dipped underneath her, and the light yellow cotton chikankari designed fabric of her plazo shone brightly under the warm glow of their room. The small glasses at the border of her dress enhanced its gleam. He put away his laptop and gave his full attention to his wife and the baby in her arms. “Adnan’s daughter?” He asked, looking down at the girl who looked back at him with her big brown eyes. “Yeah,” she said, ho