That night Hazel did not think that another visitor would come to meet her. She was sliding the curtains close in her room to go to sleep when Eliseva’s messenger Mahru came to tell her that a customer had come for her tonight. As soon as she heard this, her blood ran cold due to fear. She clutched the fabric of curtains which was in her hands in anticipation because she did not know how to escape from this new man. Mahru left her room and Hazel sat on her bed, lost in fear. She began to fidget with the corner of her white-coloured kameez between her fingers, not knowing if even a per cent of her restlessness would cease by doing it. The door of her room opened and she jolted up from her place. Her widened eyes stared at the man who stood before her. His eyes were bloodshot red, and it terrified her more than she already was. He was long and intimidating. His bloody hazel eyes stared at her maliciously like he was going to tear her limbs apart. He took a step in her direction and
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
She hiccuped again as tears from her big hazel eyes cascaded down her wet pink cheeks. She closed her eyes with an inhale of short breath, still replaying what happened an hour ago in her room. He was there. He was there to take her back but she refused. How badly she wanted him to be single before he decided to come back to her, only she knew this. Just someone else’s forced presence between them was keeping her away from him. She was not unaware that the moments she spent with Christian were never as good as she could trust him but she was attached to him. It was bound to make her feel so deeply attached to him when the two of them spent every night with each other. The body is probably made to bind the souls, her mind could not hate this thing. She felt it. No, she was feeling it. But luck was probably never on her side. “Hazel,” the door of her room opened as Irene stepped inside. She carefully looked at Hazel who was sitting at the entrance to the terrace side of her room. He
“Did you talk to him? What did he say, Mr Daud?” The old man asked worriedly. From the corner of his eye, he saw his daughter listening to him keenly. Her face held restlessness and she was anxiously tapping on the wooden table’s surface with her pointed manicured red painted nails.The man on the other side sighed before he answered something very unexpected and saddening to them that he could feel his heart skip a beat. “He won’t be—but he promised us! You promised us, Mr Daud! How could he do this?!” Colour drained from his daughter’s face when she heard her father almost yelling at the man on the other side. He was upset. So damn upset! Her eyes squinted when her father stopped yelling just to do it again with a lot more anger than before. “What the hell! This is ridiculous! Look, Mr Daud, if your son couldn’t make it happen then I’ll destroy the damn reputation of—”His jaw clenched and before he could answer Mr Daud—Sanam, the call disconnected and he cursed a bunch of profan
“Escaped?” He whispered to himself, while the officers took Eliseva out of the mansion. The girls were also under custody, following Eliseva. Some of them were happy while some were sad. Like Rabiya, Rukaiya and her friends who did not feel anything wrong with that work. Still thinking about her, he went to the officer, asking about the girls. “You’re right, Mr Daud. Three girls are missing. One of them is now freed but the others…” “Escaped.” He completed it for the officer. He nodded curtly, before elaborating. “The girls are Irene Johnson and Hazel Paulose. We’re sending the cops to get their information. The paths are also blocked. Nobody’s allowed to go out of the area without checking. We’ll find them soon.” The officer assured Christian but he was not convinced. His heart was not going to get peace until his eyes got the look on her face. Since yesterday. It has been a complete twenty-four hours he spent in restlessness. He came here just to take her back but she had alr
“Christian!” Gabriella shrieked, anxiously marching into his house. There was silence in his living room. Darkness spread around, mixed with that silence. Her voice boomed between the walls but nothing bothered her. She was furious. “Christian!” She called him again, heading to his room, and hurriedly ascending the stairs. She held the railing as she started running upstairs, not caring about her feet as she was running on heels. She was anxious, angry and anticipated. She was dealing with a lot more than what people could see. There was turmoil inside her. “Listen to me!” She banged on the door which was opened. She went inside and at the same moment, Christian walked out of his bathroom, wearing a pair of sweatpants. Water droplets were hanging through his hair. Some of them were resting on his dark eyelashes. His amber eyes were narrowed. His jaw was set and he looked annoyed. Of course, he heard her yelling while he was taking a bath. She sounded crazy and he needed to throw h
This is flashback *****“Gabby,” he whispered, shaking her shoulder a bit. She squirmed, groaning, showing she did not want to get up but Christian was shocked beyond measure. He had no idea how he ended up there. With Gabriella. And how was that even possible? He did not even look at her that way. “Gabby,” he called her again, sounding slightly worried.He knew he would never do such a thing when he was sober then how did it happen? Was he wasted? So wasted that he did not even notice that the girl was his friend. He could not believe himself! Suddenly his eyes formed tears when he realized how filthy he worked last night. Though he had no clue how he ended up in that position, he knew it was only his mistake that he could not even deny his desires. You should have at least spared your friend, you asshole! The voice inside his head boomed and he clutched his forehead, trying to remember last night. Well, nothing helped him and then, Gabriella also woke up, yawning next to him whi
“This is why, Gabby, this is the sole reason I’m still not able to move on. I’m still stuck. Your deception has caged me. I can barely trust anyone. Sometimes I even doubt my parents and my sister. I’m so sick of this! And this all because of you!” She could not say further. All she could do was shed tears, remembering the same night. Wish she could change the past. Maybe Christian was right, if Gabriella had let the time and the almighty decide everything — if she would had become a little kind, then he would have fallen for her. After all, falling for your friend, especially a best friend was never a hard thing. If she had waited, maybe today everything would have been happening according to her wish, but she spoiled everything. She became the destroyer of her own happiness. “When I brought her, I still meant to marry you because this is what my parents want. Though I started finding peace in her, I knew I’ll have to marry you,” because he knew someone so pure like her would nev
“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