Ivanna
A new morning, a new day, a new hope but the same old schedule of mine. I'm tired of all shit. I'm hating weekdays now. There was a time when I used to hate weekends because it kept me away from my school, friends and obviously Christian. I send a 'Good Morning' message to him before leaving the bed. And yeah, now I love weekends since it gives me some rest. My last weekend ended with a horrible experience in the firm. Thankfully, Christian was there for me. Otherwise, I would've died there. While thinking about it Adavan's face flashes into my mind. Ugh! His creepy face. I don't wanna imagine. I better focus on my classes now.
I put my casual outfit and get ready for college. Meanwhile, mum calls me to have breakfast. I rush to the dining room with my backpack.
"How was your evening?", she asks me, serving my breakfast as I take my seat.
"Good", I don't react much.
"Good?", she raises her eyebrows. "You had visited somewhere with Christian after a long time. I thought you would be excited to tell me what happened there, how you guys enjoyed, whom you met"
Mum is right. I always share everything with her. Before Ava, she is my best friend. But right now I'm not comfortable with sharing something like this to her. A mother can't take this like, someone touched her daughter inappropriately or all the shit that I don't wanna remember.
"It was fun mum. But you know I know none of them there. So I was just…"
"I understood. My super introvert daughter", she giggles.
"It's yummy", I take a bite from our regular breakfast, veg sandwich.
"Why do you need to compliment it every day? It's the same", she says.
"Because it becomes tastier every day", we both laugh out.
"By the way, the dress was nice", she tells me as I hardly swallow the food after hearing about the dress. "Where did you get it? Did Christian gift you?"
"No. Actually, it was from the owner of the firm. I hadn't followed the dress code so he offered me", I try to stay normal.
"Oh. The amazing person he is!", she beams. I wish I could tell her that he is not. But I'm glad that I won't need to face him afterwards.
We finish breakfast and I leave for college. Most of the times I go to college on foot. While walking by the streets, I feel something suspicious and immediately turn around. There was no one but a large Mercedes parked nearby. I can see none inside it because the window is closed. I ignore it and keep walking. Again I feel the same after taking a few steps. Turning around I discover the Mercedes again. It's opposite to me. A few seconds ago it was at least 10 meters away. How did it come so close to me? I feel a weird kind of fear inside me. Strange things haunt me every time. I immediately turn again and walk faster. I had no plans of hiring a cab but this strange incident makes me do so. I get inside the cab and sigh, without looking at the Marcedes again.
Adavan
She left. I keep staring at the screen after her departure. She looks more beautiful in wet hairs but nothing can beat her look, wearing red.
"She left master", Robert says. He is eyeing on her from this morning. I could see her from my room through the fit cameras on the Marcedes.
"What should I do now?", Robert asks again.
"Keep your eyes on her until I ask you to stop", I instruct him.
"Sure, master", he mutters as I disconnect the call.
Collecting some papers and pictures from my desk, I rumble them again. Ivanna Rozario, 21 years old, student of English Literature, final year. There's only her mother in her family, her best friend Ava and boy.... Fuck! Boyfriend! Her fucking boyfriend Christian for 5 years! I wonder how many times did they fuck each other? Is she even a virgin? I hope she is. And if she's not, not a big problem. I'm there to erase every gesture of Christian from her body and even from her soul.
Picking up one of her pictures, I stare it until I examine her face well. I lose myself while discovering every detail of her skin as I hear a knock on the door.
"Who the hell is this?", I yell, I don't like to be disturbed when I'm busy with my lady.
"Sorry master", Martha bows after entering in.
"Now spill out what you wanna say", I grumble, still looking at her pictures.
"Actually, Christian is here. He is asking for Ivanna's… I mean madam's clothes", she stammers. How dare that bloody Christian to ask for her clothes? I clench my fists to control my anger.
"What should I tell him?", she asks again, lowering her head.
"Tell him that you threw them away with all the disposal", I groan, not driving my gaze away from her pictures.
"Yes, master", she leaves the room.
I head to my violin and place in on my shoulder. Working with the stick, I play my favourite tune and close my eyes, a chain of the beautiful jingle hits my ears. I sit on my chair while playing it, still closing my eyes. Music is my first devotion, from the day I started putting myself completely into music. Those thoughts overload my mind when I'm playing the violin and suddenly a familiar face comes across my mind. She smiles in my imagination while her bright eyes meet mine. She has worn a sleeveless red gown, her skin shines brighter than the sun. My passion for her is now overshadowing my passion for music.
Ivanna "What?", I scream at Christian on the call. "They dumped my dress? Are you kidding me?"I realise I'm in the classroom and everyone is looking at me since I yelled inside the classroom like an idiot. "I'm sorry", Christian mutters. "I didn't know they would do something like this", his voice shakes. "Why are you being sorry? I had told you to leave hurriedly. It was my stupidity that I didn't change. Moreover, what kind of behaviour is this? How can they throw away my dress? They forced me to change, they have no right to do something like this", I am fum
AdavanIt was unexpected for me to see her in front of my eyes. She has worn a black sleeveless top and blue denim shorts. The first thing that caught my eyes when I saw her was her milky white smooth legs. I couldn't see them last night as she had worn a gown. She becomes nervous, seeing me in front of her. I step towards her as she drops her clothes on the floor in nervousness. "I'm…sorry", she stammers as her smooth pink lips tremble in trepidation. "I didn't know it's your room"I keep walking towards her, losing myself again in her breathtaking beauty. She nervously steps behind. My legs stumble upon her clothes and I go on my knees to take them. She keeps staring at me ner
IvannaI come out of my dream world and drive his hands away from me. His offer has made me happy enough still, I'm not sure if I will be able to do that or not. I leave the chair and face him. "Can I get some time? I don't have spare time in my schedule so, I'll have to manage my time table", I tell him as he passes me a reactionless look. It doesn't look good to keep an offer pending when you're getting it without any trouble. However, in my case, it's totally different. "Sure, take your time", he tells me. "But make sure you don't make a delay since it's a short time offer for you", he reminds. "I'll let you know as
AdavanHer voice sounds no less than music, not even my instruments soothe me like this. "Mr Adavan", she exclaims, being surprised. "How did you get my number?" "That's not important, Iva", I say in a husky voice, trying to avoid the question since I don't want her to know that I am spying on her. "It's Ivanna. I don't like short forms of my name", she opposes, making me furious from inside. I don't care what she likes to be called or not. She is my Iva. And I'll keep calling her that. "And I don't like long names, hard to enunciate", I shrug, controlling my words. "It's not that difficult to enunciat
AdavanI swallow my anger, trying to stay calm as much as I can. Doesn't she know how much beautiful she looks in red? Why doesn't she listen to me? I can imagine her milky white skin matching the shade of red. She will look no less than a Goddess. Never mind. Now I'm here to make her realize that. She will see the best version of her through my eyes. I smirk, looking at her and climb out of the car.As soon as I hit the ground, people near me stop walking as they get frozen after discovering me there. I hear all the college girls chanting and whispering my name but my eyes remain stick to her. The way she is walking towards me is glueing my eyes to her.Meanwhile, a crowd of people rush towards me with their phones and paper for photographs and autogra
Ivanna"That's so sick, Ava", I scoff, dumping my phone inside my bag. I had brought her with me so that I can be comfortable. She knew I wasn't having good vibes still she left me like this."So what did you decide, Ivanna?", Adavan speaks. I had almost forgotten that he was waiting for my answer. "I can't give you more time. I've left my work and came all the way here to discuss this"I was surprised by his gestures too. He was being very humble to me and despite being an occupied personality he came to my college."To be honest, I'm willing to do it", I smile, remembering my mom's happy face when she heard about it.
Ivanna "This girl!", I shrug, throwing my phone away. Ava isn't picking up my calls. What kind of behaviour is this? I thought we would be preparing together for our upcoming test. But she vanished suddenly.Moving to my bed, I take my laptop and type a resignation letter. Though I'm still not getting good vibes, I make myself determined to do that. I had been pessimistic throughout my life, I could never do anything without having negative thoughts. Therefore, it would be my stupidity if I burden myself with negative thoughts again. Darn! I did a couple of spelling mistakes. What the heck am I doing? I erase the application and type it again. Meanwhile, my phone rings. "Chris!", I beam, without looking at the mobile screen. He always calls me this hour.
AdavanI wanted to whack her more for uttering this shit. She falls on the ground and her hairs spread all over her face. She struggles to get up but her hands were tied with thick rope. A strain of blood scatters down to her brims. l'll show her whom she messed with. Clutching her hairs in my fists I pull her close to me. She breaths heavily, trying hard to rescue herself from my grip. "Shut the fuck up", I rumble, finding my voice getting horrifying with every passing second. "She is mine. Did you hear me?", I roar near her face, shooting her scary glare as I witness her shivering in fear. It worked. Now, she will think a thousand times before uttering rubbish on my face. "Tell me. Come on! Repeat. Repeat what I said", I urge to hear it, tightening my grip as she hisses.