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 opened the door and went inside.
“Maddison!” He uttered, and a woman rushed from a room and bowed before him, uttering, “Yes, Sir.”
“Tell them to leave. We’ll continue it tomorrow.” The lady nodded and left. He also walked up to his daughter’s room. The door was opened like always because he knew that even though Gabriella did not seek attention, she had a habit of ignoring everything when she was angry.
His gaze softened when he found her curled up in a corner of her room. She hugged her legs and was panting like a fish out of water. He did not get why she looked so scared. So he carefully walked in her direction and crouched down, putting his hand on her head and caressing it slowly.
“What happened, my princess? Why are you so scared?” He mumbled softly, so she would not run away due to fear. She already looked horrified.
“D-Dad!” She looked up and he noticed her beautiful emerald eyes were glassy. It made his heart clench badly. “D-Dad, I did something w-wrong!” That confused him more.
He frowned as he heard her. “What did you do?” He asked, still caressing her head.
“I-I… I k-killed s-someone! D-Dad, please!” She could not stop herself and started crying. That was more twisted.
“Who?” He asked firmly.
Gabriella looked at him and mumbled, “I-I don’t want to go to j-jail, dad. I’m s-sorry, please… forgive me! I-I’ll never do something l-like that a-again.” She cried more hysterically then. “I swear I—”
“God, Gabby, shut the hell up and tell me who you killed! I won’t send you to jail, my love! I won’t! Now tell me.”
“It’s John,” she whimpered and her father as if stopped breathing for a second. His lips parted in bewilderment because he knew John was one of the bodyguards Christian assigned to his family. But he was also good at gathering information. He had no idea how Gabriella ended up killing him, but he had no other way than to save his daughter.
“Please, dad, please!” She clasped her hands together and cried harder. He hugged her, shushing her softly, “It’s okay, Gabby. You don’t have to worry about it. You’re my daughter. I won’t let anything happen to you, baby. You’re my angel. Now please, stop crying.”
As he said those words, Gabriella peeped at him and nodded softly. “It wasn’t intentional, dad.” She shook her head lightly. “I didn’t want to k-kill him,” she continued, laying her head against his chest and sobbing on it.
“I know, Gabby. Now please don’t cry. You can catch a cold, sweetheart,” he said soothingly as he caressed her back. “I won’t let any harm come to you.”
“You promise, dad?”
“Yes, baby.”
~♪
“Robert,” he said in a whisper as he walked out of his daughter’s room after sending her to bed. He carefully closed the door and walked downstairs.
“Sir, sorry for the inconvenience, but now, John’s in our captivity.”
He frowned after what he heard on the line, confusion masked his face. “Captivity, what? He isn’t dead?” He asked, keeping his voice low.
“No, sir. Ma’am thought she killed him but it was just that he fainted.”
“How?”
Robert sighed over the call. “Ma’am got to know that Mr Daud sent John to check on his penthouse for Ms Paulose.”
“Who?”
“Um… the girl Mr Daud bought from India.” He tried to keep it formal in the most formal way because he did not want to disrespect the girl. He had no right, according to him. With that, he did not think she deserved disrespect.
“Oh, I get it! His youngest whore.” Robert stayed silent. He continued, “He wanted John to check on her? What’s so special?!”
“No idea, sir. And then Ma’am asked me to check on John. She asked me to kidnap him and so I did. She came to meet him but John escaped and tried to run away when she threw a metal box on his head and he fainted. She thought he was dead and I asked Milo to drop her at the mansion while I took care of John.”
He heard everything carefully and asked, “Is he conscious yet?”
“No. But I guarantee you—”
“Kill him.”
Robert was dumbfounded but he regained his senses as he uttered, “Is it compulsory, sir? I mean we can just make him understand —”
“And how?”
“By… by a good beating.”
“You sure we should take a risk, now, Robert?” He gritted out. “John worked for the Daud family for more than seven years. He’s a loyal dog. You think we can buy him?” Robert stayed silent because he had no answer. He just wanted to save John. All in all, he did not want to kill someone uselessly. That was wrong. And he was a bodyguard, not a killer or mafia.
“Kill him, Robert. It’s the best.” He was about to cut the line when Robert interrupted, “We can kidnap his wife and kids, and that’s how we can keep his tongue-tied. We just shouldn’t kill—”
“You want to save him, Robert, don’t you?”
“We’re humans, sir!” He sounded irritated. “Besides, he did nothing wrong.”
“My daughter cried so much because of him, and you say he didn’t do anything? If we leave him, he’ll tell Christian everything and I don’t want to lose a son-in-law like him! It’s better if you listen to me, and kill him, Robert,” saying that, he cut the line and Robert sighed over the call.
He looked back at John who was tied to a chair. He was already staring at Robert and he froze. He heard everything, and Robert concluded inside.
John’s busted lips curved into a small smirk before he groaned, “You all are the pieces who make a shit together. That old man stooped too low and he’s spoiling his daughter.”
“You don’t have to speak nonsense about Ms Smith.”
“Hm, right. Kill me, that’s the order, after all.” He rolled his eyes and Robert could not help but feel pity for him. John did nothing wrong except for listening to his master and that is what he was getting in return for loyalty.
Robert averted his gaze from the wounded John and brought out a gun from his waistband as he set it on John. Remorse made a layer on him and his hand shivered before he clenched his jaw and tightened his hold before pulling the trigger.
“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
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October is over. The wind was blowing even colder. The sun started shining in the sky only in the afternoon and what was worse was that he was getting married the very next day. While taking down the old curtains of her room, she was thinking about Christian. She remembered the date of his marriage as it was printed and announced the same day, but now she did not feel like crying anymore. Maybe she had already shed so many tears that now they seemed over — overly consumed. But the thing was that she had already suffered so much that now crying over such a small thing seemed foolish to her. However, the memory of him was still stinging in her chest. She was unable to get him out of her mind, her heart, and her body. He seemed deeply dissolved in her. “Hazel…” She turned to check the person who called her from behind. She trod to her door, putting the curtains on her bed before she reached the door and opened it. Rabiya was standing at the door. She was grinning, Hazel had no idea wh
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“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