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
"You have to leave the place."She gulped down her lump, looking at Kevin. He looked serious and nervous at the same time. His face was blank and his eyes reflected those dangerous emotions. And finally that news. Why all of a sudden he was wanting her to leave the place?"But why?" She dared to ask the question, though her soul was threatening her not to. Maybe her inner self knew that the upcoming answer was going to hurt her.He sighed and took a seat next to the bed. There was a small chair, on which he settled himself."You'll get to know the reason very soon. But now, one thing is clear, Hazel, that now I can't afford to keep you with me." He stopped when he noticed sadness covering her eyes. He knew that would happen but he had no other way. His mind was possessed by some other greed."Is it... is it because now I'm pregnant?" She carefully put her question before him.He averted his gaze, looking out through the window. He just shook his head slightly. "No. That's not the reas
He carefully closed the door and went inside. He did not find Irene in the living room so he decided to visit the kitchen for once. He could expect her there. He went there after removing his jacket and throwing it on the couch. And there in the kitchen, he found her stirring something in a bowl."What are you making?" He asked, going closer. She grinned as soon as she looked at him, and he smiled at that charming smile. "Batter for pancakes," she answered him lovingly.But as soon as she ran her eyes behind, wishing to see Hazel, his jaw clenched. He knew what she was trying to find behind him. She, of course, expected Hazel to come with him."Where is Hazel?" She looked back at him. His muscles automatically loosened and he gulped down his lump. The sudden wave of nervousness rushing through him did not fit well as Irene noticed it."What happened, Kevin? You look tense. And... where's Hazel? Outside? Or in her room?" There was a nervous smile on her face. She was waiting for him to
You?" Her voice trembled when she looked at the man in front of her. Sheer trepidation ran through her spine when he gave her a mocking smirk. Her fingers clutched around the door knob and her chest started falling and rising due to her uneven breathing."Yes, baby, it's me." He took a step forward but Hazel was quick enough to push the door close. Just when she threw her strength upon the door, Adnan used his forearm in resisting that jerk and pushed the door open, making her stumble back. The glass from her hand fell, a loud thud disturbing the fearful environment, and liquid from it splashed around the white tiles, staining their shine."And I'm here for you only." He grinned, walking to her. She kept stepping back because of his each forwarding step, but she was not a fool to get caught by the wall behind. She hurriedly made her way to the kitchen, followed by him.On the way to the marble slab, her hand landed on a glass that she threw in his direction. He skillfully dodged the t
It's flashback -----------------“Do you want to go out, baby?” The lady with hazel eyes asked the little girl whose forest eyes were sparkling in excitement. She fisted the hem of her blue floral sundress, nodding zealously, jumping at the same time and uttering, “Yes, mamma! I wanna make a lot of friends!” “Whoa!” The lady amused, raised her hands, “okay, okay, my baby! Go and make new friends, yeah? Our neighbours are quite humble! You can play with them!” “Yup!” She grinned and flew out of the house, reaching the wide way right in front of her mansion. She saw many kids playing around with their toys and tricycles. They were all laughing and enjoying in their selves. “Gabby, be careful, okay?” The lady yelled from behind, standing at the door frame of her house. She waved her hand at the girl. “Okay, mamma!” The little girl yelled back and turned back to look at the kids. She saw some girls playing with each other. All of them were around her age so little Gabriella decided
That day was enough to show her a path forever. She had understood that only he was her way and no one else. She had understood that she had to spend her whole life with him. She could not have found anyone better than him. From then on she thought of spending the rest of her life — every single day — only with him. Time could not pass without him, peace could not be attained without him. More than a friend, he started appearing in her eyes as a companion for her. She only wanted to be his and as if this dream was about to be fulfilled, everything got shattered in a moment. Just in a moment. She started agonizing over even a single thought. The memory of him was haunting her but she knew that he had slipped out of her fate forever. And now when he was not with her then what was the use of living life? Everything has been scattered, like sand from the hand, it is just flowing without stopping, and nothing is ready to stop, so what is the use of breathing now? Thoughts bothered her
“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