PART II Christiana’s point of view Today’s reality: It was around 7 in the evening. I was back from work, entered the room as quickly as I could, and then slipped out of the room. Luckily, Tiger wasn’t there. “Hey, please come here.” I asked one of the staffs. “Yes, ma’am. How can I help you?” He replied.“Where are everyone? The whole floor seems so silent.” I asked him further.“Ma’am…...” I had a conversation with the staff and got to know all other were gathered at the 2nd top floor. I barely had any idea as in how to go about ahead. “Huh!” I paused for a while contemplating and then gasped. . . . The floor became silent as soon as I walked out of the lift on the floor just below the roof top. Floor – yes – the floor just below the roof top – that very floor of our mansion. Or should I say his mansion. Yes! His mansion. Yeah, his mansion only. Not mine. How can it be mine? Oh! Jesus. How did you let this happen? How could you even do? How? I just can’t believe. Even i
Christiana’s point of viewIt was around 7 a.m., and I smelled toast. I stretched on my bed and smiled a bit while glancing outside the window. My eyes flick open with the sunbeams flashing on my face. And the clarity and factuality smashed down on me with utmost force. I squeezed my eyes shut and then opened them only to close again. I immediately wanted to cry again and forget the escapades of gone days.I forced myself off the bed, I took shower and rushed downstairs to have breakfast. Miss Daisy was already there with the breakfast on the table. Luckily, Tiger wasn’t there...I had completed my breakfast and decided to slip into my room. I was taken aback seeing the respective scenario in front of my eyes. Tiger was standing on the other side of the room. Next to him was seated his dearest friend the great ‘Helen’. Yeah, that bitch. Holy shit! Oh! Jesus.How could she? How dare she? He is mine. She was staring at Tiger as though she was his very spouse of him, not me. She did no
Christiana’s point of view Holy Shit. “What am I doing here?” I muttered to myself. No. No. No. Regretted. Yes, I regretted being there. There – there in Miss Daisy’s room. It was already noon and I had taken a nap too. Nap. Yes, nap – nap in Miss Daisy’s room. But that shit lady was still in my room. I had summoned a staff to know about the scenario at present then in my room. He in return informed me about the presence of ‘Helen ma’am’ in my room. “Duh!” Well, if said about taking a nap in Miss Daisy’s room – she did not know about the reality of our marriage before, but later she got to know about it. She was taken aback after listening to the factuality. Even though she had to withstand with everything at the end. Because it was after all factuality. “Huh!” I gasped. “Christiana, my girl. You are awakened?” Miss Daisy asked me with a smile on her face.“Yes, I …” I replied to her very softly. Probably, I did not want to respond to her in that way. But I could not help mysel
Christiana’s point of viewWe paused for a while. I was gazing at the ceiling of the room. Probably to hide my emotions, but barely could I do so. Miss Daisy soon brought a glass of water for me to make me feel comfortable. I had the glass of water, hugged Miss Daisy as tightly as I could, I was close to tears. Tears welled up my eyes, I was sobbing, sniffled between words letting my head drop, and felt my throat closing up.“Christiana my child! No, no, you do not need to be so shattered. I shall talk to Tiger.” She said to me instantly while caressing me.“What are you saying Miss Daisy? Now, nothing can be changed. Nothing means nothing. Even if we want then also things cannot be put at place. It is too late.” I replied back to her putting the factuality before her.“But Christiana do you really think letting things the way it is now will help you out? Do you really think things are going to work this way? I do not think so.” She elaborated her concern towards me.“What can I even
Christiana’s point of view Click. Click. Click. It was around 10:30 in the morning, I was to go out of the room. But. But. But. “Yes, what are you here for?” No! Jesus. Please. A voice came from behind as soon as I was about slip away from my bedroom? Undoubtedly it had to be Tiger. Shocked like tornado tempests. He shocked my spirit. Yes! Tiger asked glaring at me. I was flabbergasted listening to his voice. I tried to step ahead, only to step back. I moved left and right, back and front, to and fro in shock. My heart skipped more than usually. I was rooted to my place and wondering what to do ahead. Well, prior to this I was outside my room eves dropping at first, then somehow managed to sneak in when Tiger was busy doing his work. Initially, I was stunned that I wasn’t able to speak anything. There was a stunned silence for a while led by both of us. But somehow, I gathered courage and, “Did you ask me anything?” asked Tiger glaring back at him. “How dare you? Like, how co
Christiana’s point of view Unusual. Yes! It was quite unusual to scare him. But I did. The recent escapades which I had encountered with him had made me fear him seldom. I won’t deny that. However, I was feeling guilty too. As I had ruined everything and his dress. I genuinely did not want to do so. But I ended up doing that. I spent the later minutes guilt ridden and conscience stricken. I was self-conscious and experienced a sense of distress about my personal responsibility for a negative outcome. Well, in recent days I had got tinge of my mother’s wrath. Yes! Exactly. I won’t deny rather accept. But you know what was the worst part? Worst part was – Never did expected this from Tiger. Little did I have a clue that he will be behaving like that with me. I know not how to exhibit my emotions. Albeit this change in his behavior that occurred then pissed me off, irritated, got me fear him, instigated, and at times made me behave like him. No wonder I would often make him taste hi
Tiger’s point of view I had just made an exit from the hall and was about to rush. When she just made an in. Helen. Yeah, she was there. Shocked. Yes! Shocked. I was pretty shocked seeing her there. Damn, how is it possible? Not again. Yes! Not again. I won’t be able to tolerate this yet again. I have been taking this shit since a month. In fact, more than a month. Now, I won’t be able tolerate this. Anyways. It is between Christiana and me. I just cannot show my wrath to her. I just cannot. “Hey! Good morning.” Helen entered inside whilst greeting me morning wishes and approaching near to me. I wondered where was Christiana? Because I did not want her to be there. Certainly, she would misunderstand everything and I did not want that to take place. Yes!“Oh! Hello, hello... Good morning. You are here? How are you?” I responded back. Smile, I did not smile back. Rude, I guess I ended up being rude with her. “I am fine. What about you?” She said cheerfully. She seemed quite happy. V
Christiana’s point of view I was completely amazed by the pretention of Helen. But wasn’t surprised that much. Because I very well knew about her intentions and what she was up to.“Have you got nuts or what?” I paused for a length and finally asked Christiana that question. As I literally could not hold my nerves. She had literally gone on my nerves and I could not resist myself from asking that question to her. “I guess you got no chills.” Helen replied to me whilst laughing like an evil soul. Sarcastically too. “Oh! Really. I am perfectly fine.” I snapped back at her angrily. I just wanted to bang her head with something. I wish I could do that. Probably, I could not. Huh! My bad. “It does not seem like rather.” She was trying to screw me up with everything she had on her mind. And probably I knew that. So, I just could not let her go ahead with that shit of hers. Irritated. Quite irritated. No wonder I was just irritated like hell. “Excuse me. How does it even bother you? I g