Tiger’s point of view“Come on girl, get up now.” Knocking on the door of her room, I called out for her to wake up and walked to my own room to get ready. Today, we have to go to the university and get ourselves signed in and collect our documents, cards, and schedule. No, we are not attending classes today as we will be exploring the university along with the city.Getting ourselves signed in the university is what we need to do today but for that, we need to report dean’s office by nine but this girl seems in no mood for that. She even missed her morning yoga today and everything because her ‘first night together makes for the first movie night out together.’ And, just look at her now being a sleeping beauty.Going inside the washroom, I freshened up and went to the kitchen to see if we have something to cook or if we will have our breakfast here somewhere out. Seeing the door of her room closed, I paused and waited to hear something from inside which would assure me she is awake.
Tiger's point of view RETAINING ON TO A PERSON WHO DOES NOT EVEN FEEL THE EQUAL IS A LOT HARDER, BUT WHO DOES NOT EVEN FEEL FOR YOU IS THE HARDEST. A relationship fails because one person was being loved too much and the other was not being loved enough. What about if someone is not at all loved? Well, it is better to be a loser at something you love than to be a success at something you hate. Well, it has been 5 years since all these things happened to me. But I do have remembrances of these escapades. Nonetheless, there are even better things to cherish. Earlier when I used to hear my name, people used to feel pity for me. Now people consider me an example. People take my name proudly. I never wanted a name and fame. But now I do enjoy this. Who would not like when someone takes you as an inspiration? Moving from America and shifting to France was not that easy. Becoming Alexa Hayden back from Alexa John Kelvin was not that easy. But I had decided, that this marriage will not ru
Helen's point of view Helen stood before the mirror in her elegant bedroom, her eyes fixed upon her own reflection. The weight of her actions bore heavily upon her as she contemplated the chaos she had sown in Christiana and Tiger's marriage. Deep down, she knew the truth—their love for each other was undeniable, even amidst their current strife. A pang of guilt tugged at Helen's heart as she acknowledged the role she had played in fueling the fire between them. She had allowed her own desires and ambitions to cloud her judgment, disregarding the consequences that her actions would have on the lives of those around her. As she gazed into her own eyes, Helen saw the reflection of a woman who had succumbed to her own insecurities and jealousy. She had been envious of the connection shared between Christiana and Tiger, and she had seized upon their vulnerabilities to satisfy her own selfish desires. But now, in this moment of self-reflection, Helen saw the depth of her mistake. She un
Tiger's point of view Tiger sat alone in his childhood home, surrounded by the lingering presence of memories that both comforted and haunted him. The room was filled with a melancholic silence, as if the walls themselves mourned the loss of his beloved mother, Alexa. Gazing out of the window, his eyes fixated on the silver moonlight dancing upon the quiet streets, Tiger found himself lost in a labyrinth of thoughts about his parents' shattered bond. His father, a man whose name evoked bitterness within him, had always been unjust to Alexa. Tiger could recall the countless nights he spent awake, listening to his mother's silent tears echoing through the walls. The sound had etched its way into his heart, leaving an indelible mark that shaped his perspective on love. Alexa had been an embodiment of strength and grace, her spirit unwavering even in the face of adversity. She had loved fiercely, pouring her heart and soul into the family she cherished. Yet, she had been met with indiff
Tiger’s point of view Amidst the chaos of his mother's absence, Tiger found himself drawn to a forgotten drawer tucked away in her old writing desk. As he rummaged through the contents, his fingers brushed against a worn envelope, its edges frayed with time. Curiosity piqued, he carefully withdrew the letter, unfolding its delicate pages with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. The words on the paper danced before his eyes, forming a narrative that brought forth a flood of emotions. It was a letter penned by his mother, a testament to her enduring love and unwavering hope. As Tiger read each line, the yearning etched into her words resonated within him, tugging at the deepest recesses of his soul. In the letter, his mother poured out her heart, baring her vulnerabilities and exposing the depths of her love for his father. She spoke of the pain of his departure, how it had left an indelible void in her life. Her words painted a portrait of a woman who had clung to the flickeri
Christiana’s point of viewIt was then when in my childhood when Joseph was with me. From studying together to working together. And it is now when I am working with him. From working in Burbank, to working in pub. And now this job. Things have changed so easily.I just did not know things would change so easily without me getting into anything on choice. Never did I get any choice in life. It was back then when I was with my parents I had options, but things changed very fast.Maturity is realizing that it is very important to have a good career. If we will not have a good career no one will respect us. No one means no one! Even we are not going to respect ourselves. Yes! Exactly. This is factuality of life. The sooner we understand this the sooner we will be happy. Ah! I was too late to understand that. Yes! I was such an idiosyncratic soul. I wish I had not been the way I was.Back days! When things were quite different.It was a lovely evenin
Tiger's hands trembled as he discovered yet another letter, tucked away within the confines of his mother's treasured possessions. The envelope bore the marks of time, the creases and discoloration evidence of its journey through the years. With a mix of trepidation and sorrow, he carefully opened it, preparing himself for the emotions that lay within. As he began to read, his heart shattered with each word, each line a poignant reminder of his mother's devastation. She poured her anguish onto the page, recounting the day his father had left her, and the subsequent search that had led her to places where she hoped to find him. Tiger's eyes scanned the ink-stained paper, his chest tightening with a mixture of empathy and despair. His mother's words unveiled the depth of her heartbreak, the utter devastation she had experienced when his father had abandoned her. She described wandering through unfamiliar streets, frantically searching for a glimmer of hope, only to be met with disappoi
The morning sun cast a warm glow over Burbank as Christiana made her way to the familiar doors of the Burbank Pub, her place of work. The air was filled with a mix of anticipation and a lingering sense of the changes that had unfolded in her life. As she stepped inside, the bustling energy of the pub enveloped her. The sound of laughter and clinking glasses created a symphony that she had grown accustomed to over the years. Yet, today, everything felt different. The events of the previous night lingered in her thoughts, making her acutely aware of the newfound depth in her own heart. Christiana navigated the familiar spaces of the pub, a sense of purpose and determination guiding her steps. She greeted her colleagues with a smile, her mind momentarily drifting back to Tiger and the connection they had forged. It was a delicate dance, balancing her personal life with the demands of her professional responsibilities. As the hours passed, Christiana found herself immersed in the rhythm