Jake went to Jessica’s place to enquire about her, but the guards didn’t let him go inside, following Mr Curtis’s order. Jake called Mr Curtis standing at their gate and ignoring his calls five times, the latter finally picked his call.“Mr Curtis, let me in,” Jake said, sounding serious.“Get lost!! I don’t want to see your face.” He screeched loudly from the other side.“Do you want to lose the project and the fortune you’ve invested already?” Jake said. He was slowly losing his patience. “Open the damn gate. Let me in!” He shrieked loudly and ended the call. The next minute, security guards opened the gate for him. The house helper opened the door for him and he spotted Mr Curtis chugging on his drinks at the bar.He slightly turned to face, completely drunk, and his eyes were heavy. “I hope the concern is about the business.” He said, his voice sluggish.“Where is Jessica?” Jake asked, his eyes roamed inside and a servant standing in the corner shook his head.“She left me,” Mr Cu
The year was going to change in ten minutes and the hopes were slowly dying inside him and he had no idea what to do with his life anymore when he heard the heels clicking behind him.Someone was coming close to him, the same wildflower fragrance engulfed him, his eyes shot up and he smiled taking a deep breath. “What are you doing here?” He asked, still not sure if his mind was playing tricks.“Is this how you welcome your wife?” The voice said from behind.Christian chuckled, turning, and he saw Mishka in blue jeans with a long white coat and a white beanie cap and she was walking to him in her high heels, a gorgeous dimpled smile was lacing her lips that were reaching her eyes, “Wife?” Christian gave a ridiculous look. “Whose wife? Nikhil?” He asked, and Mishka pouted.“I thought you’d be happy to see me,” She said while Christian stared at her with hands in his pocket, not sure if he was hallucinating again.“Are you really here?” He asked, knitting his eyebrows and Mishka smiled,
Christian asked Eric to choose a room for himself and he selected Mishka’s old room. The servants helped him with the luggage and Eric was happy to see the breathtaking view from his balcony. “Eric?” He heard Mishka calling him and he walked back inside, closing the glass door.“You really want a separate room?” She asked him.“Yes, mom! I am a big guy.” He said, giving a charming smile. “I can handle myself.”Mishka nodded, “Okay, let me help you with unpacking,” She moved to the corner and Eric’s smile dropped as he watched her pick the bag that had his air rifle and other shooting gears. He quickly rushed to her and tried to take the bag from her.“Mom, I can do it myself,” He said, his face turned red, and he gulped.“I know, but let me help you,” She said, keeping her firm hold on the bag and Eric started sweating as he saw her hands reaching to the zipper of the bag.“Mom, you must be…. t-tired,” He stuttered when Christian appeared on the scene.“What’s going on here?” He smile
[MATURE CONTENT AHEAD]“Okay, now, I want to discuss something I’ve on my mind….” As Christian was about to complete, a house helper rushed to them.“Sir, we can’t seem to find Kiara anywhere,” She informed, and everyone panicked.“What?” Christian spun on his heels and faced the servant. “Where was she last?”“In the garage. She was checking out the cars and asked me to bring popcorn for her. When I came, she said she wants a smoothie….” Before she could complete it, Christian interrupted her.“How can you be so careless??” He shouted and turned to Danny. “Go check the cameras.” Everyone rushed in different directions to look for her, while Mishka froze beside Leo, pursing her lips.Leo caressed the back of her hand. “Don’t worry! She must be somewhere in the house.” He said, and Mishka nodded meekly. Luke and Vera check the terrace while Rony and Rose rushed to the west wing, fearing the worst. Eric, Aryan, and Daniel checked the rooms on the second floor of the mansion.Danny and M
“Yes, dad,” Andrea peeked in through the door and Mr Donovan invited her inside.“Sit,” He gestured to her, and she took the seat opposite him.“Look, I’ll get straight to the point! You said we’re going to receive help from Christian but I don’t see them helping us! What’s going on?” He asked Andrea, who patiently listened to him.“He promised me help, but maybe he changed his mind later!” Andrea said, and Mr Donovan slammed his fist on the desk, exhaling deeply, and massaged his temples. “You had gone too far this time, dad! You tried to kill his wife and kids. You should be thankful he isn’t taking any action against you.”“Don’t teach your father.” He raised an eyebrow at Andrea. “All this is happening because of you, Andrea.”“What!!” Andrea shrieked.“Of course, you had a freaking crush on him and I tried my best to get you what you always desired.” Mr Donovan sneered. “But at the last minute, you spoiled my plan!!”Andrea stood up. “The company is suffering because of you, so d
I was sitting at the window of my room, holding my diary and was looking over the pilgrimages and devotees walking to the ghats for evening prayer, chanting Hail Shiva loudly. My days were filled with running from one doctor to another, one hospital to another and my night were spent on the wooden chair sitting beside Aryan, looking at his lifeless body on the bed, watching him breathing through the oxygen mask. My saving was running out. My teacher strictly told me they wouldn’t let me give the final year exams if I failed to comply with the attendance percentage. I lost my part-time job, as I failed to juggle between Aryan’s doctor appointments and my shift. Despite knowing that I might not appear this year. I tried to cover up the syllabus of final exams; I mortgaged our house and sold my mother’s jewellery to raise money for his costly treatment, but still, it was not enough. Sometimes, I wanted to go to my paternal house and ask my grandfather for financial help, but he never a
[MATURE CONTENT AHEAD]“Ummm… it’s amazing!!” Christian moaned, taking the first bite of the risotto. “You know, you make this even better than mom.” He said and Mishka chuckled. “Don’t tell her, okay!”“What do you add to this?” He asked, taking another bite.“Indian spices,” Mishka smiled sheepishly and Christian stopped eating, staring at her.“What?” He knitted his eyebrows.“Yeah! I didn’t know how to make it the first time so I just added all the Indian spices I could recognize in your kitchen and made this.” Mishka said and Christian chuckled as they finished the risotto.“Let’s go fast,” Mishka said as she took her sling bag. Christian stopped her for a kiss, but she pushed him and walked out of his cabin, and Christian pouted, trailing behind her. As they entered the lift, Mishka suppressed her smile, watching his defeated face and flaring nose.“When you make that face, I feel like I can successfully dominate you.” She pressed the button, and the lift started moving.“And It
Christian changed into a pair of black chinos with a checked shirt underneath and wore a black sweatshirt. He was brushing his hair, looking into the mirror, when Mishka wrapped her arms around his torso. “Hey!” He said, clutching the back of her hand, and looking into the mirror.“Hey!” He heard her depressed voice and turned to take a look at her standing against the dresser. He could clearly notice that she was upset about something, and he pulled her close, holding her waist and their faces were inches apart.“What’s wrong? Why are you upset?” He asked her.“Why did you do all of that? No one does that for anyone!” She said.“Are you asking this to write in your book?” He arched an eyebrow and in return earned a smack on his biceps. He chuckled, looking at her expressions. “Okay, I desperately wanted you back, and I had absolutely no resolution nor patience and I did whatever came to my mind.” He said, and she stared into his eyes. “I wanted you back here with me.”“Why did you ne