"I don't see any reason why she'd go back to India""And I think it's obvious"For the past three months Enzo had worked hard beside don, going beyond the duties as a personal assistant to meet his needs. There was one thing clear to Enzo, Donavan did not rest. It was a medical condition perhaps, but Mr. Frantino never paid heed. He was only thankful that he received more time to finish his work.His exponential growth in the past three years was unexplainable. Although he did not openly agreed in any of the interviews, but she had made all the difference. Without her, he felt the intense urge to fill the void, to complete the gap with success, money, and more importantly so, blood. He did not let himself think, the previlege of time to think wasnt awarded for it always, always brought her back. People thought of him as a successful businessman, a focused individual with sincere objectives. Hardly anyone, and quite literally no one realised that he was all but an absconder, a pathetic
She had her head on the desk, her drowsiness unmanageable when her eyes slowly closed, exhausted after staring at the screen so long. From a distance she heard a voice calling,"Gaatha"And she ignored.Tara never quite got accustomed to that name. There was always a pause of seconds before she realised that she was being addressed. But today as she was already half asleep, she didn't miniscully paid heed to the strange name. It was only when her shoulder was shook did she look up to find her colleague, frustrated at her behavior."I know you're tired but boss is calling you inside""I can't...oh God...I want to leave this job" Tara whined, her eyes still half closed.Riya couldn't but smile at her friend's usual tantrum,"Pray that it won't be much, now go"With a soft tap on the back Riya was was already back on her desk, zipping her bag....It was seven when she returned home. Despite the haste she had given herself a moment to halt at a stall, to sip a cup of tea, watching the
She felt her breathe stuck, somewhere down her throat that could not escape, just like the air that was forced to stay outside her system. Her hands scraped his wrists, trying their utmost to pull his hand away, but to no avail his hold only became stronger, his wrath only stormier. She saw the black spots before she felt the unconsciousness engulfing her senses. She deciphered his vengeful eyes that penetrated hers, thriving off of her futile struggles that met his exceptional force, strangling her. His nails dug deeper in her skin, sure to leave a mark if her body was ever managed to be found. His large hand was effortlessly bigger than the girth of her neck, underpinning there was no point to struggle at all.Her hold on his wrist loosened, her eyes softly closed, the struggling noises in her throat fainted and with that his hold slackened, only slightly, but as she realised, it was enough, enough to catch him off guard. It hadn't been even a second before he felt the excruciatin
Donavan was thunderstruck. He had nothing to say, nothing to add on to when the little girl warily walked, keeping distance from him to reach her mother. He couldn't take his eyes off her. The more he watched her, the more he realised how much of a reflection of him was she, from her eyes, to hair, to skin, to face, to everything. He needed no DNA test to confirm she was his blood, his assumed dead child.When the toddler finally reached close enough to Tara, she hid behind her knees, slowly peeking out to the stranger. And when she found his eyes still glued on her, she hid again.And even in that searing moment, the sweet act made him smile, in pain, in joy. He could not believe it, nor could he pay attention to someone else watching him alarmingly."Why did you tell us to go away?"A woman's voice brought him back to reality and his gaze finally moved to a woman of Tara's age, probably the caretaker, standing next to him, asking Tara in concern.After taking care of the daughter o
Leaning near he ear he allowed himself to smell her hair before whispering,"I am hungry"Both of his hands caged her by putting themselves against the wall. She felt claustrophobic by his closeness, but more vividly she felt flabbergasted by the absence of questions. She was sure he had a lot to ask, a lot to extract. But why he kept his silence, was a secret.And perhaps it wasn't that indecipherable mystery too, perhaps he was content with whatever he knew so far, whatever he had found out so far. And so he decided to delay the interrogation, something that he knew would surely break her down once again.She took a sharp inhale when his nose traced the skin beneathe her ear, nibbling it softly."I am not your cook" she breathed."And I am not a kind man"Her eyes widened when she felt a metallic blunt end poking her stomach. She didn't had to see it to know that he had taken out to his gun, as if already sensing the resistance.He distanced his face from her neck, observing her eye
Her whine muffled behind his strong grip as she felt his hand tracing the hem of her panty before pushing his hand in, touching her pussy without a barricade, moving around her clit like a gentle threat. She held his wrist tightening her hold, unintentionally portraying the intense effect of his fingers on her stack of nerves. If anything she should have kicked him harder, but as her heart melted like an ice cream under his excruciating warmth, she didn't. "I want you" she heard him breathing in her hair, losing the thread of his patience when he felt her wetness exuding on his fingers. She didn't realise when they fit into each other like a pieces of puzzle, her body spooned in his, perfectly aligning their needs as if their bodies spoke a language beyond their minds' understanding. Her uneven breaths ceased when he whispered, still caressing her sensitive flesh with utmost gentleness,"But not here" He had removed his hand from her mouth, allowing her the needful space to roam
"Mamaa....." Inaya ran in Tara's direction, hugging her knees like a classic toddler, glad that her mother had woken up after unusually long sleep.She had tried to shake Tara out of sleep numerous time before, on the verge of tears that she was unresponsive. But her father had assured her, saying that she was just tired and in need of rest. And so she trusted him, giving Tara peaceful hours of slumber, sliding her favourite stuffed shark toy in her arms for a good sleep while her newly acclaimed father entertained her thoroughly. It was wonderful the way Ina found him, cheerful, and handsome. When she looked in his eyes, it was as if she looked back at herself. How could she not believe every word her own reflection said?As much as one might have expected Ina had nearly no questions of his absence for so long. She found comfort in the fact that she had a father, and he was here, with her. He was amiable and loved her. And that was all that mattered. It was enough for the little girl
She had a gun, and he had a breathe.His body lied on the ground, smeared with the dust wetted by his sweat. In the state that she had put him into, he looked far from living up to the promise of finding her again.He wouldn'tShe told herself.She had received vague orders. Killing him had political consequences far dangerous than his life. If he was to die from her hands, the whole system would be dug from the underground, destroying her organization before finishing her too. And so instead of ending both of their lives, they decided to end no one's.She hid the fact that this diplomatic arrangement was merely an excuse for her to let him live, that without its existence too she'd have spared his life, probably because he had showed a glimpse of human-ness at some point, a sign that he wasn't all monster and murderer, that whatever he was for the world, he wasn't towards her. Her sixteen year old self was more composed than she was now, and she blamed the man, the bane of her life,