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
Christiana’s point of view“Sir, thanks for doing it but I hope my room would have looked a bit cleaner and classier.” And here I go directly attacking her ego. I was waiting for her to reply and she did that too. “It was you with a tasteless and *BORING* choice of colours so, better not blame me, miss.”He intentionally highlighted that word boring. She was annoying and getting on my freaking nerves, I wanted to stuff her mouth with something big that she cannot speak for years.“What’s making you so worked up.” Joseph asked noticing the frown on my face. “Nothing there’s someone I don’t want to see.” I admitted and he looked confused. I texted her back, “It looks like mam you don’t know what’s classy and elegant.” And I felt my lips forming a smile on my face. This girl was annoying but annoying her was more fun."What's there on your phone making you smile?" He asked in a tone as if I do not even smile. "Someone who got annoyed." She did not reply to me after that, I thought she w
Tiger’s point of view“If you don’t mind, can I meet Joseph? It’s been so long?’ Both exchanged looks and burst into laughter. “Of course, why not, I’ll ask her to come.” And that Joseph came after a few minutes wearing the best of his clothes, also she - Christiana looked good but there was nothing in her that could grab the attention of me. We exchanged pleasantries and fuck she was blushing; did she think that I’m here to ask her out well I’m for that but not real. I thought of telling her my plan but that look in her eyes disgusted me, I can’t stay next to her even if it’s for my sake, I’ll find someone else for the play.“I’ll leave then,” I said abruptly without even having a normal convo with her. “But,” She looked disappointed but before she spoils my mood anymore, I left it to Christiana for getting things done for me. “What’s the matter with you?” I ignored him and sat in the car, “Can we go somewhere that is a better place.” I said.“Let me drive then, it looks like you got
Christiana’s Point of view“Who was she?” The same scent that has been bothering me for so long but before I could catch her she was gone and she had the guts to peek into the bath when I was taking a shower, I had to use the common bath as my bathroom’s geezer wasn’t working. “Christiana, are you there?” It was my mom knocking at my door. “Yes, mom I am in,” I answered while I was finding one of the files related to my business. “Child, I know it’s late but I wanted to have a word with you,” And it must be something important. “Sure mom please have a seat.” I sat opposite to her and waited for her to continue. “You are soon going to be the member of their family and I know you will be a good one but I want you to find a better partner before that.”And hearing her brought a frown, “Mom? I am not ready for it; I can handle my everything without her.” I stated but mom was not taking a no from me.“You won’t understand it now but I want you to listen to your mom,” she said I was looki