Most of us have been through that road of “what if”. we sit through the night, one day and stare into the walls wondering if we could have fixed it. if there was just the slightest, the tiniest of chances available – to save what fell apart. but you know what? there’s nothing you can do about it anymore.All you can do is learn your lesson. there’s no point wishing you had done differently. The past is the past. let go. life happens and life falls apart. we all have had our share of mistakes that can’t be undone anymore. it hurts, agreed. a lot, perhaps. because what are we if not the regrets of what is lost?it stays with you, you know? the idea of an alternative ending. Maybe an apology could have saved it. maybe some patience could have resulted in you ending up in their arms. maybe a confession or a thank you, maybe a sentence not said — maybe and so many of them — it stays with you. it haunts you in random intervals.but there is actually nothing you can do about it. We have to
"Brandon…listen.." She said to him, facing him. "Please switch on the lights, Let me see you first." She said to him, smiling. But his face turned stiff hearing this. He was trying to distract her with his sweet talks and his touch and kisses. "No…" He groaned in anger all of sudden. She didn't understand the unexpected change in his tone. Before she could feel anything wrong, he caressed her cheek."The whole hospital has some power cut issue, that's why they have cut it for some hours." He said to her calmly. She nodded to him. "Sunshine, Are you happy now?" He asked her genuinely. She smiled at him, and stood on her toes and came close to him. She grabbed his cheeks between her palm and put her lips on his. She kisses him lightly. It was a sweet kiss. She wanted to tell him how much she loved him. How happy she is today. He tilted his head so their mouths were at equal level before he softly placed his lips against her, kissing her slowly. Oh so slowly. Her lips immediately re
Let’s start from the first conversation. A man wants his woman to treat him as an innocent until proven guilty. He knows that there are super bad men out there who have done you wrong. But why should he carry the baggage of wrongs done by other men? I know, most men will keep chasing you even when you push them away because you say “I don’t trust, men.” But a gentleman will quit, right there, right then. Only a man with no self-respect will stay where respect is not being served. Start with a clean slate, no judgments, no baggage.Men are weak, emotionally. They try to appear all tough and macho. But they need the same care, the same love, the same warmth, and the same reassurance that a woman craves. Yes, don’t be his mother. But be his soulmate. Most men suck with emotions, so please be more patient. Please try to read his eyes and listen to his silence. He is dying to burst into tears in your arms. He is just that one tight hug away from sharing everything. Be the strong woman who
When I hold your hand, it gives me a feeling that you are mine. Not as if I own you, but you are mine. You belong to me. Are you getting me? It’s like me holding something that I hold so dear. And it’s not to show others that you are mine. No. I love to hold your hand more when it’s just two of us alone. It’s about me feeling that you belong to me. Even when the grip is feather light, I know that you are my closest. Even when I squeeze your hand tightly, it’s the most delicate moment I feel. There is just something so intimate about our palms coming together and our fingers locking in. And I love that smooth caressing of your thumb on my hand. It feels like you telling me – I love you too. And I love this I love you. We don’t say it with our mouths. We just feel it with our bones and skin.I even remember the moments, like literally. These memories come back like chilly wind my face. And the special thing is that I feel that exact touch. I don’t just get a flashback of the scene. I
She gave him a nod, not able to speak. He had a gun in his hand. He was dressed in an ink black suit that looked expensive. He was bald and giant from his enormous muscles.He looked stronger than this disgusting monster. And this man saved me. I feel saved.His black eyes turned to the man with Jason harshly. From the corner of her eye, she saw him trying to smoothly back away from them, but he didn't have much luck. Oliver stalked toward him and directed the gun at him as he stopped him from moving by pushing his foot harshly on his hand. Oliver put pressure on his foot, twisting it, as the monster cried out in pain. She saw the glimpse of satisfaction on Oliver's face. Like he was enjoying this. Like he lives by tormenting people.She looked around to think about something. She cried remembering Brandon. Where are you Brandon? Please come!!! Please save me.A few minutes ago she was happily going home and what happened suddenly. Why can't her past just leave her alone?Why?"Boss i
It was a very beautiful day, a warm and shiny day. Claire was sitting on the sand near the beach, and looking around peacefully. She inhaled the fresh air and looked up to see Brandon. But he was not there. She got confused. She got and called him and found him walking towards him. She couldn't see his face but he was handsome her heart knows it. She smiled and runs to his arms. "Where were you? Don't go like this." She complained to him. He laughed at her as she twisted her lips in annoyance. She turned to go but he holds her hand from behind and encircled her into his strong arms. He kisses her neck, she shivered with his tough and smiled slowly."I love you…" she whispered to him. "I love you too, My Sunshine…" he said to her. Before she could say anything, he captured her lips with his in a very passionate kiss. When he touched her, she knew she wanted to taste his lips again.. He was kissing her voraciously and she responded with the same intensity. She felt his hand on the b
"Brandon…." She called his name, she was sweating and shivering in fear because of the nightmare she saw. "It's fine Sunshine, It was not true…" He cocooned her while wiping her tears with his thumb. "It was so real, Brandon. I was calling you, why did you leave me alone…you know he came..and…he…" She was complaining to him about the dream she just had. She saw his face clearly. She can never forget that face that destroyed her life. She never forgets that night when she witnesses the killing, blood and murder. Brandon pulled her in his embrace and caressed her back smoothly to calm her down. He knew something like this was going to happen. She has seen his face now, it's going to be very difficult to hide his identity from her. The moment he came to know about her being missing from her room, he immediately understands the reason behind it. He has already put his men all over the hospital for her security. And ThankFully Oliver for reaching out on time, and When he went there it
Claire's povI felt my head getting heavy all of sudden. But I ignored it. At first I needed to talk to him about what the hell he is doing. Because I can clearly understand that he is playing with me. I didn't confront him before saying anything. He pulled me close to him, and caressed my hair. I looked towards the dark night outside the window and the shining moon. I smiled a little thinking how much I have missed looking at the moon. Soon I felt him coming at my back and encircled his arms on my waist. I was lost in the moon with so many questions in my mind about my past, present and future. I didn't realize when he started giving me wet kisses on my neck and back. I moved a little but held me again."Brandon…what are you doing?" I said to him,"Loving my wife, ..you came into our room and you will see this room also for the first time. So I wanted to make this night memorable for us." He said to me from behind. My heart started to melt hearing his words. He always made me forge