Christiana’s point of viewI don't know how long did I sleep, the bed I was on was comfortable and soft, it's not like my bed. Where the hell are you, Christ?Realising I wasn't where I should be, I immediately opened my eyes."Ah! It hurts. " I tried to move but my wrist, I was engulfed with a sharp pain when I tried to move it.Where am I? It dawned upon me that what happened last night. I was not handcuffed anymore. Where is he? Just because of him there was a mark on my left wrist.I looked around and I was in a different room, it was beautiful with a small balcony decorated with climbers, the room was small but it looked rich as it was furnished with riches. The golden rays of sunlight was making it look more beautiful. If I'll ever look for a place for vacation, I'd love to be brought here.There was a closet but it had nothing to do with me, I need to go.I stood on my feet and opened the door, there was silence everywhere, I guess he isn't here.While passing I saw a family pi
Christiana’s point of view It was already eight in the morning and I was sure as hell that if my little brother doesn’t wake up in one minute, I will blast his ears with the loud music. “Abraham, I’m asking for the last time are you waking up or not?” I asked pulling the comforter from her but it made no difference. Just because of him we will be late again for school and I can’t afford to get late Abraham. You should come out as soon as possible. Childhood days were another. But now we cannot! We should be responsible enough. Brother come out. Trust me it’s embarrassing. One, two, and three. “No, wait I’m up please, have some mercy on my ears I have only one pair of them.” And he was up at the right time. He looked frustrated because his king sleep was disrupted but I don’t care he was irresponsible, “You have twenty minutes, I’ll be waiting for you at the breakfast table.” I gave him the ultimatum and he rolled his eyes but maybe when the word twenty minutes replayed in his head h
Christiana found solace in the stillness of her favorite spot in the garden—a quaint stone bench nestled beneath a blossoming cherry tree. Its delicate pink petals swayed in the gentle breeze, offering a sense of serenity amidst the turmoil that plagued her heart and mind. As she sat, her thoughts meandered through the escapades of her past. The hazy memories played like a silent filmstrip, each scene blending into the next, a montage of moments that had led her to this crossroad. She traced her fingers along the rough texture of the bench, seeking comfort in its solidity. The weight of her broken marriage continued to gnaw at her, the realization of her father's manipulation lingering like a bitter taste in her mouth. How had she allowed herself to be swept up in such a deceitful charade? The questions reverberated through her mind, echoing the doubts that had taken root within her. The truth, once hidden, now lay bare before her. The path forward was shrouded in uncertainty, and C
Christiana’s point of viewLife had its own way of dealing with me. We never know in which direction we will be moving until the right time has approached. So did not know in which way my life was heading towards. I was just clueless like hell! Holy shit!I wanted a ray of hope to enter in my life and finally guide me as in where am I supposed to go. You never know where life is going to take you. It was 2 at night. Everything seemed quite dizzy and blurry. There was a shield of fakeness before my eyes which I could not remove. Even if I wanted then also I could not. No. no. no.Jesus! Help.If I talk about love, there was no love in my life. Everything in my life was so useless and meaningless like I had no motive in my life. Though my brother was out of the jail, still, I had to deal with certain things which I never wanted. I had to deal with I opened my diary to revisit the memories, as I was completely out. I needed to feel the feeling of being accepted and loved. The time when l
The dimly lit nightclub pulsed with energy as Tiger stepped inside, the vibrant beats of the music enveloping him. He scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar face amidst the sea of bodies. And there she was—Helen, his friend and colleague, her smile beckoning him towards the dance floor. Christiana's disapproval of Helen had been a constant source of tension between them. She sensed the underlying connection, the pull that Helen had on Tiger. It was a threat to their fragile marriage, an unwelcome presence that left Christiana feeling inadequate and betrayed. But Helen, despite knowing the strain she caused, couldn't resist the allure of pleasing Tiger. She reveled in his attention, basking in the power she held over him. Her seductive charm masked the darkness within, the willingness to sow seeds of discord between a husband and wife. As Tiger approached Helen, a mix of excitement and guilt coursed through his veins. He knew that he was playing with fire, risking everything for
Christiana’s point of view Simon lurked in the shadows, a sinister smile playing upon his lips as he observed the growing rift between Christiana and Tiger. Their crumbling marriage presented an opportunity, a chance for him to manipulate the situation to his advantage. Simon, Christiana's ex, had never truly let go of his obsession with her. As he saw the pain etched on Christiana's face, Simon's dark intentions grew stronger. He saw her vulnerability as an opportunity to insert himself back into her life, to exploit her fragile emotional state for his own selfish desires. He had waited patiently, biding his time, and now the perfect storm was brewing. He reached out to Christiana under the guise of concern, offering a sympathetic ear and a shoulder to lean on. Simon knew that she was desperate for support, for someone who would understand her pain. He intended to be that person, exploiting her vulnerabilities to weave his way back into her heart. One evening, Simon arranged to me
Christiana’s point of view“Sorry, we are late. Christiana was getting emotional and… you must be understanding.” Her dad said while getting all her luggage down the car. I have to say girls are too much, literally, she had three luggage and a big bag pack of her alone.“Oh, don’t be sorry. We also just arrived a few minutes ago, it is good that his sister has returned, or else even his mother’s situation would have been the same.” Dad said while helping him and meanwhile my mom to her and her mom to me came.“I know with you being there I don’t need to worry about anything, but please she is very stubborn and childish so I hope you both won’t fight.” Her mom said stroking my cheek with her thumb. I smiled and grabbed her hand planting a kiss in her palm while nodding my head as I know, saying a word would only make her emotional. Also, I very well knew what her next words were going to be.She smiled keeping her other hand on our adjoined one, “But that does not mean you would tolera
Christiana’s point of view“Thank you.” The staff leaves after serving us our order and we both start eating. “Mmm… I’m feeling so good. I was starving so crazily, thank goodness it was quick.” He said while stuffing his mouth with food.Shaking my head I chuckled, “Who told you to not eat anything before leaving? You should have at least for one last time savored aunt’s handmade dishes.” Thinking of it as the last time for months I had just enjoyed and demanded mom to cook for me all her special dishes. For two days, I have been just savoring all her dishes without even caring about anything.Before I used to whine at her for cooking so delicious but weight-gaining dishes but I did not bother myself to care about it in the last few days, and believe me I am literally so much glad and proud of that. Nothing in this world is more important than enjoying everything our parents or close ones do for us, at least for me this belief goes.“I am glad at least you did, otherwise I can picture