Christiana’s point of viewDamn! I melted there. “Is he so nice?” I mumbled. “Are you okay?” He said to me again while looking to and fro and, into my eyes without blinking as he assesses the pain inside me. My shoulders began to shake, my heart started racing, and hurt-filled tears rolled down my eyes to my cheeks. “No, I am a little in shock,” I replied holding myself.“Why, what happened?” He spoke very softly looking at me with utmost affection and concern. He squeezed every emotion within me “You are so concerned…. You are, Tiger. You…” The realization of what happened was more special than what he did.“Umm… Well, I… Actually… How to say.” I could feel his awkwardness.“I was……” Tiger stumbled over his words as a vocal mirror of his thoughts. Solicitude. I could see in his eyes. He experienced me, though he showed it differently.Abruptly. Tiger wrapped his arm around my shoulder – not that tight but he did.I felt his arms and hands go around my frame and he picked me up gent
Christiana’s point of viewI needed to feel everything which happened that day. His concern, care and affection. My regret. Love. And whatnot.How:He leaned closer. The scent of mint coming from his mouth invaded my senses. His breath fanned over my face. I inhaled at the level of intimacy we shared. We were close. Too close. My bosom and his chest heaving at the same rhythm. And his lips inched closer to mine. His mouth was on mine, he must have felt the wetness and hotness like me. Though I didn’t know what was actually going on. He carried on ahead and kissed me everywhere. He was still kissing me, when he went down lower and said,” you are too hard and soft at the same time.” He moved his lips to my hips and hit my buttocks. I was so tempted. My body craved him through his touch and kisses. I got all of those things in the way he kissed me. I spread my legs for him and his manhood came in me in another form. He slowly thrust inside me.The way he held me, hold on to my emotions w
Christiana's point of view “Hello, good morning; welcome; Sir and Madam to Four Seasons Hotel, Los Angeles at Beverly Hills. Great to meet you, I’m Paul.” The receptionist greeted us – Tiger and me, establishing eye contact accompanied by a warm smile. “Thank you.” We said together with wide smiles suffixed on our faces. “Sir this way. Room number 4321, do call us if need be. Have a nice day.” One of the staff of the hotel said while leaving after showing us the room that belonged to us. “Yeah, sure.” Tiger’s voice sounded very cold as if he was suppressing himself. Suppressing his feelings and emotions. Probably he was escaping from me. Four Seasons Hotel – A SUN–FILLED URBAN OASIS Oh! dear God One of the most diverse destinations in the world is famous for Italian Cuisine. It’s a five-star hotel situated in the heart of Los Angeles, buzzing with zeal and enthusiasm. Well, the hotel was packed with all the renowned people. That day was the engagement ceremony of Tiger’s c
Christiana’s point of view Euphoric. There was a sense of contentment characterized by high-spirited merriment and good cheer. Tiger and I were finally there at the poolside. Amidst the hustle and bustle. He stretched his elbow for me, holding his own, and hooking my hand around him. Soon his gaze travelled on me. Our eyes locked on like magnet. Seeing his eyes on me my eyes wide opened in surprise and recognition. I blinked a couple of times. Soon our four pairs of eyes blinked in unison. Gleeful. Those pair of eyes shouted happiness, and excitement, and were pleased with the same time. “The Eyes are the window to your soul.” As stated by the great Shakespeare. I wanted to decipher every glitter, wrinkle, squint, regard and gaze that passed those orbs. Those dark intense eyes of his had the same spark as that day. They shone brightly. Brighter than the stars. A thread of some sort flickered. And reminded me of escapades which took place a few days back that led us there. That t
Christiana's point of view “What’s the timing?” I mumbled. It was noon. I walked inside the room taking short strides. Not at all clunky. As I did not want Tiger to know about my presence. I wriggled further into the room to see whether Tiger had breakfast or not. I looked right and left, here and there, and far and wide. Only to figure out whether Tiger was present in the room or not. I know not about the factuality. As I had dozed off in the living room after exiting our bedroom. When I was awakened it was already 11:50 a.m. and I knew nothing about the one hour. “Argh! Where is he?” My eyes were looking for Tiger. While my eyes travelled hither and thither in the room, they got stuck on the ashet then on the paten, then dish, bowl, and then trencher lastly. All were empty. Had nothing in it. “Oh! my god,” I exclaimed. Jesus. Miracle. “Did he have all of them? Really?” I mumbled while tittering. “Was the food so tasty? That he had everything. There is nothing stuck in th
Christiana’s point of view Christiana’s point of view “Jesus, thank you.” I found myself in a position I had never thought to be in, not in a million years. “Never, means never,” I mumbled. But there I stood, alongside Tiger holding hand in hand. In the years that followed this, I had never been as happy as I was then. I was very happy. After my parent’s demise that was one of those days when I was dancing on air. Yes. Thanks to the almighty. My relationship with happiness had dwindled gradually over the years and the rest was history. In fact, after getting hitched to Tiger, I had never expected more out of our relationship. That time however when we were in Los Angeles for his friend’s engagement, two days before, I expected. Yes, I did. Know not whether I was too, but I did. He had a plan, flights booked, and he requested me to go along with him. That request for me by his side wasn’t that affectionate. Though it was quite amiable and cheerful. I felt the warmth. That was the
Christiana’s point of view Engagement Day! It was a winter morning. The weather outside was extremely cold. I had awakened as usual early in the morning and went out for a stroll. As I went outside, I began to shiver with cold. It was piercing cold outside. Not a single bird chirped outside. Somehow, I wanted the sun beams down on my skin. Nevertheless, it was all misty and foggy. I was chilled to the marrow. Nothing was visible from distant. So, I ran for about a mile to make myself warm. But all in waste. The temperature was extremely low. I hastened back to the hotel, had a cup of black of coffee – my favorite, and got back on the bed covering myself with a quilt. “Argh!” I muttered whilst glancing at the clock. It was 8 a.m. in the morning already. My hands were benumbed with cold. My legs needed waxing. In spite of that I rushed to get the waxing strips from my bag. “What….” Too my surprise, I had forgotten to bring that. Fucking hell. Jesus. Such a waste I am. It was the eng
Christiana’s point of viewI drop on the couch applying the nail enamel perfectly and with care. “I hope I am looking presentable.” I muttered while thinking for a while.“I fidgeted.” Thinking whether I will be able to muddle up with the surrounding narrative. It had been hours since I was puzzled.“Finally, I am done.” I took a deep breath while giving myself a glance in the mirror top to bottom.I am looking good. Sophisticated and flowing, the Billie dress was sure to make a statement on the engagement day. I looked absolutely gorgeous in the mix of Chianti, Burnt Orange satin. Olive satin and Blackcurrant dress was just a DREAM! The double layered throughout the and cut on the bias gave me a beautiful fit while exposing my well-toned leg. It featured halter neck bodice with bust flattering plunged neckline accompanied with a seductive low cowl back caged multi strap. “Not bad.” I was satisfied with my dress which I had paired with silver high heels. I went for neutral smokey