Did she slide it in his pocket to divert the blame?He felt his head spinning as one after other, heavy questions heaped on one another. He took a step back in shock, loathing himself for not figuring this out way earlier. Dominic Frantino was selfish, power-hungry, and a borderline monstrous man but, one thing that he certainly wasn't was stupid. He'd have buried that data six feet down if he could have, carrying it carelessly in his pocket would have been the last thing in his mind. And if Donavan's line of thought was correct, Tara's desperation to have Dominic killed could be easily explained, given her deadly plan to cage him in this inescapable trap.It couldn't be, he kept telling himself, not believing that the innocence he had watched flourishing for so long was capable of causing disasters of this measure.and to pocket the pen drive just on the day he attacked Tara...?Wasn't it something far too unreal to be a coincidence? Horror slid in his eyes as he watched her. Ques
He rose early. Despite that he hadnt found sleep all night, he felt eager to finish the job today.At this point, he became desperate to move out of Paris as soon as he could, dearly missing the warmth of Italy. Even when he had spent most part of his life outside his home, he sought the sense of stability, as foreign as the desire was to him, he couldnt deny the perks of it. With his own little family on the wake, he felt the need to stay in one place, with them, with her.He had already placed calls, declaring their return back home tomorrow. It was just a matter of this day that he had to wrap things up.Just this dayHe told himself, tightening his fists in anticipation. He headed to the shower, letting his spooned wife be herself on the bed. Standing under the cold stream of shower he let the non existent sleep wash off. His mind couldn't but digress to the naïve confession she had made last night, her soft hand that had caressed him through his turmoil but as his mind strived
YEAR 2015Her little shoes had a noisy heel. She didn't hear their ticking against the quiet marbled stairway when she walked down to the conference room, her own thoughts too clamorous to let her hear anything else.Why not principle's office?She wondered.Never was she called by the principle before, and that too in the conference room where teachers held supposedly important meetings. She wondered if she had broken any rule. But that was unlikely. Even at the tender age of fifteen, she was more committed to the discipline than some of the most strictest teachers in the school.She briefly remembered how her white uniform socks were once drenched in rain. Despite her mother's warning she had wore the wet socks next day to school, refusing to wear the coloured ones piling in her room. Evidently the next day her mother had to take her to the clinic, her runny nose unstoppable.The memory of her mother left a stinging mark on her memory, it always did. It had been an year, but with pa
The locality wasn't used to an expensive Porsche driving through their narrow roads, but it didn't attract much attention when it parked in front of the equally lavish watch shop.Much to the teenage owner's surprise a woman walked out of the driving seat. He had never seen a woman drive a car so expensive. As much as it made his jaw drop, his brows raised in leeriness. Everything about her screamed suspicion, her lose dirty white dress, her barefoot legs, and hardly tied hairs, nothing seemed to match the luxurious car she just drove in to his shop.It made him wonder whether she was her who he was supposed to wait for.She walked in confidently, looking around the shop like every other customer.Without a premise she came closer, leaning on the glass counter, glancing around the displayed branded watches."Can I help you with something?" the owner's french accent oozed, hesitant in his sentence."Yes, I want..umm a fancy watch for my children" her beaming voice was surprising."So a
He watched, not resisting when she tried to help, as her face twisted in agony after watching the bullet embedded way further in his skin. She produced a medicinal kit from under the seat, quickly unboxing it on the driver's seat.After wiping the excess blood she slowly pushed the forcep in his skin, getting a good grasp on the metal. As she slowly pulled it out, her eyes matched his, witnessing as he didn't so much as flinched, his eyes solely focused on her, in pursuit of discovering even a glimpse of love they had shared."Was all that a lie?" He whispered, his ragged breathe scanned her features, making the lose strands of her hair dance in the space between them.Ignoring his torment within, she quickly covered the open wound with a cotton pad, a little more tightly to stop the bleeding. She poured the antiseptic liquid on fresh cotton ready to tap it on his wound before his hand abruptly snaked on hers, halting her movement, forcing her to look at him."Was everything a fucking
The key clicked inside the lock, struggling to fit just perfectly in the pattern. After seconds of struggling in the dark, she heard the almost inaudible click before the lock swiftly turned open.Her furniture evanescently lit up with the thundering lightening outside, Gothically underlining the petrifying aura. She tried not to be affected by the storm outside. Even when the electricity was gone like on a typical rainy night, she didn't need a ray of light to know exactly what was where in her apartment. Slinging her purse on the sofa, she walked inside her room, flinching terribly when another thunder roared just outside her window on the twelfth floor.Taking a deep breathe she entered the washroom not closing the door on her empty bedroom, turning on the hot shower. Her clothes had sticked on her skin like a glue, her hair drenched. Despite her attempts to shield herself with the umbrella, Mumbai rains hadn't cared for anything. She shivered as a gush of cold wind entered through
"It's been three years Donavan"the weary woman spoke earnestly in italian to her son. She had hardly managed to barged inside his office, dodging the secretary outside who was specifically told to keep his mother outside. The way he had been avoiding his incessant mother had become irritating even for her. But this time, she was adamant.Her warm, time worn hand rested on his knee as he hid his face behind palms, sighing, unable to handle the annoyance this conversation brought him every time."And that changes nothing" his muffled voice reverberated through the creaks of his fingers. He hadn't slept, for how long he forgot, but his head reminded him of the deprivation with the pain, just behind his forehead."It changes everything son" her unusually soft voice spoke, worried for the Frantino line that seemed to be in danger with a lack of heir."Look at me" Her weary hands removed his palms away from his eyes, looking in the reddish whiteness bearing the green orbs."You like her do
"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