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
The deafening noise filled the whole room. The smell of alcohol and sweat pervaded there. Adnan, who was sitting somewhere in the middle of that noise, was getting intoxicated by alcohol. The fire in his body and the old memories in his mind kept his anger on the seventh sky. He was just trying to keep himself but nothing was working with him.And even in this state of his anger, he felt like laughing because he was quite sure that because of that girl, he was getting so crazy, today he was in such a state of intoxication. This means after all she had run away from that place, and this thing was bothering him a lot. He only wanted to spend one night with her but it was becoming too difficult for him. Whatever path he adopted, all those problems were standing in front of him to keep him away from her and this time, she ran away from him. He did not even know where. But he wanted to know. Today when he went to the brothel, he found that place closed. He found some police cars there
He was working in his office. His eyes were not ready to move away from the papers kept in front of him but his mind was somewhere else. The fresh light coming into the room was enough to show that it was afternoon while doing this and the cops had not yet responded. Just an answer was needed and their silence was telling that they could not catch Hazel’s location yet. He sighed, leaning backwards and closing his eyes. They burnt from the inside but he did not pay attention to it. Forgetting to blink in worry is not a big deal. The same happened to him. The door of his office opened and that grabbed his attention yet he did not make a quick move to look at the person who entered his office. “Dad?” He whispered, frowning a bit. He found his father coming to him and behind him, there was another man whom Christian totally ignored after he got a glimpse of his old skin. He looked away, displeased and right then, his father threw the day’s newspaper on his desk, causing him to sigh lou
But Austin could not find peace this easily. He was disturbed, enraged, and probably wanted to strangle someone to death. And why just someone else when he had a clear reason for it? He dialled Robert’s number while he stormed out of the building. “I want that girl — what’s her name? Christian’s favourite whore, what the fuck is her name?” He seethed, clutching the mobile tight in his hold. “Hazel Poulose.” “Yes, Hazel. I want her dead, Robert. Find her and kill her right on the spot!” “What?!” Robert was startled. “But why?” “Don’t question me, Robert! Just do as I say! Kill that girl and send me the proof!” “Sir, you’re angry right now, don’t make decisions right now. You may regret it later,” he tried to make Austin understand but nothing could enter his brain at that time. He was seeing red. He was upset also. He was nervous, too. He knew it would devastate Gabriella. She would do something awful and they would regret it together, so before she did something in anger, he wan
Three days had passed, entangled him in her search. No doubt he was desperate to get her like he was never so desperate for anyone but she made him react that way — react like a caveman but he did not care at all. He was so lost in searching for her that he could not see anything else around him. He forgot his office work. Forgot to eat. Even forgot to sleep for those damn three days. It was like she had wrapped him around her finger and had no idea about that. He was becoming crazy for her. Just in that time, how was that possible, he had no time to wonder. All his time would be spent just thinking about her. Where did she disappear? Is she safe in that place? Is she happy there? Has she gone there and made a fresh start? Has she forgotten all that has happened in the past? Will she have forgotten… him too? There he felt as if his heart was pierced or cut by something so edgy. Just that single thought had scared him. That was really scary. He did not want her to forget him. No way!
As if seeing her, his heart was at peace. As if a gust of cold wind had swept around a fierce fire, tickling it lightly. Moisture gathered in his dry and burning eyes. His heart started beating fast. His skin tingled when he saw her sparkling orange and green lake-like eyes. He genuinely smiled, calling her name, softly, “Hazel,” but it had a deep effect on her heart. The way he called her name, she could feel the loneliness that now wanted to end. It did not reflect need, but a pure want. It was not a call, it was a prayer that came out from the depths of his weeping heart. Only he knew the restlessness with which he spent those moments in which she was not with him. Tears gathered in her eyes. She found him not fine at all. His eyes were red, like a sea of blood, and dark circles surrounded those beautiful eyes. The smoke of yearning was rising from his glowing throbbing eyes. She could see the pain his eyes reflected, but a spark of happiness as well could not escape her eyes.
Coming behind the sidewall of a shop, she stopped and took a deep breath. She was safe there. He could not see her there, since he did not notice her taking a turn. And it was even better that she was familiar with the routes of that area. But nothing seemed better when she could not even hug him. She yearned for it from the bottom of her heart. That need was urgent as if she did not touch him, she would die. That mental pain even started giving her a headache. She could feel a pang through her heart. That felt so real! She could not understand how this was even possible. She has just heard stories about such things, such deep and true feelings from Irene but never believed them until she met him. He made her feel something she never felt. Always made her yearn from the depth.Calming her heart, she then made her way to the house. She was careful with each step, not wishing to get bumped into him once again and fortunately, she did not find him on the way. She reached the building a
“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