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
Sanam eagerly came inside the building. With his wife coming right behind him, his hand holding hers tightly. He asked the receptionist about Gabriella Smith and as soon as he came to know about her, he left for that place. She was in the ICU. He came and stood right in front of the room, to peek inside. Austin, who noticed his presence, glared at him, gritting out, “Who asked you to come here? Well, what have you come here to see? The result of your son’s misdeeds?” He could not control that anger before spitting it out. Sanam sighed while Heer whimpered, palming her mouth. “Will you stop blaming my son for once?” Sanam hissed, “And for your first question, Robert informed me about that!” “What—” “Oh no, Sanam! Just look at her!” Heer sobbed, holding his bicep. He looked down at her, finding her crying softly. Her face was tear-stained and sadness was in her eyes. “Hey, calm down,” he cupped the side of her face, wiping away her tears. He then moved to peek inside the room, fi
The car stopped in front of a bar. In all this, the afternoon had passed. The source of light was now ready to hide. There was not much noise on the road as well. Some people were coming out of the bar in front of which his car stopped, while some were going inside. He got out of the car. With the passage of time, his anger was also increasing now. He closed the door. In the middle of the month of October, now the air was also getting colder. He was wearing only a black t-shirt from which the feeling of heat was far from being felt. A gust of wind passed through his body, but he had forgotten to be upset about the cold around him. Anger had made his blood boil. He went ahead. The bodyguards standing in front asked for his identity card which he showed without wasting any time. Seeing his name, both of them hurriedly vanished away. Christian moved forward and as soon as he entered, a new atmosphere enveloped him. The sound of the song playing was deafening everyone there. There was
The same restlessness, the same ruined peace. Those feelings were as if taking the last breath of their life. He quickly went to the hospital doctors who had treated Hazel. The receptionist told him that Hazel’s treatment was over as soon as he came back to the hospital. He made his way to the room and stood at the door. “Doctor?” He called the lady, who was sitting on her seat, going through the reports in her front, lying over the desk. “Oh, Mr Daud, please come inside.” He nodded and went inside. “Please, have a seat, Sir.” He gulped slightly before taking a seat in front of her. “How’s she now?” He asked her, taking a seat while holding onto the armrests. “Out of danger. You brought her at the right time. She’s not raped, but she’s brutally assaulted.” Only if she knew how much he was regretting being late. Though he confirmed that Adnan did not rape her — and he believed him because he knew Adnan was not lying. He was anything but a liar, and Christian knew that. Christian
A slight touch on his shoulder brought him back to reality. He blinked, his eyes burned, wanting more of it. His eyes wanted to be closed, wanted to remain closed for a few hours at least but he was not in the mood to let it happen. He slowly turned and found Irene there. She was looking down at him with concern in her eyes. “Did you not sleep at all?” She asked, her voice a bit hoarse due to weeping last night before falling into a slumber. For her answer, he could not find the peace to close his eyes. He did not want to rest right now. Not before her eyes would open, he wanted to let his eyes remain open. He just wanted her to regain consciousness and nothing. And for that, he did not mind if he was torturing himself. He feared the doctor’s words. As the experienced lady said, he feared that the moment he would open his eyes after taking some rest, he would find her not remembering him at all. The lady said Hazel’s brain was in danger. He did not want that to happen. After deb
“Is everything alright, doc?” Christian asked as soon as the doctor came out of the room, removing the buds from her ears. She looked at the crazily worried man and gave him a nod. “Don’t worry. It’s nothing serious. She’ll get up soon.” She smiled at the man before leaving. He sighed and walked inside. Irene followed him. She watched him take a seat next to the bed. His eyes were trained on her pale face. Her chapped lips were parted. She could see how crazy her friend made him for her. But she had no idea about that. Irene could not help but feel pity for Christian, too. Please, please, help her, Lord, she prayed. Just then, her stomach growled and she huffed. She palmed her tummy, murmuring, “I’m hungry.” “Sorry I forgot that.” Christian instantly replied to her. She shook her head, not minding it even a bit. She, too, forgot about herself. “Wait, I’ll bring something to eat,” saying that, he got up when Irene interrupted him, asking;“What about you?” “I’m fine. Not feeling h
Her eyes slowly opened and she sighed when she found him next to her. Just like before. But there was a small difference this time. He was sleeping. His head was on the bed and his arms were folded under his head. She unconsciously smiled at the sight of him. She still remembered what happened last time so she expected him to be on her side like before. She would not deny the warmth that spread throughout her chest when she found him there. He was sleeping soundly and did not look restless at all. He looked at peace. She raised her hand and gently touched his forehead as his face was on her side. She brushed her fingertips on her eyebrows, tracing them slowly. His dark strands which were hanging through his forehead could not escape the soft and admiring touch. Those strands caressed her cold skin and she found them damp. So he has taken a shower already. Well, she could not imagine how he managed to stay there with her all the time. He was still worried about her before going t
“Because I love you!” The confession took her breath away. When suddenly the air leaves the lungs for a moment, as the heart stops beating, as the winds pause to blow and as the waves freeze. Just like time stands still, so did her body at that time. As if the ears refused to hear anything except his confession as if the eyes refused to see anything except his face. Not only in the movie, she felt this all in reality too. She had thought that he did not love her at all. She used to think that he could not have such pure feelings for someone who did such trivial work as her, but it all proved wrong in a moment. In just a moment her thinking was proved wrong, just those three words forced her to know that she could be loved by someone who was not God though He loved her first. Those frozen tears started flowing from her big beautiful eyes. She was in tears over that confession and it was necessary for her because she knew that this was not the time when she could answer his confes
“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