So, despite their strong connection and Isabella's perception of Vicky's feelings, both never actually discussed or confirmed their love for each other. This lack of direct communication left room for misinterpretation and unrequited emotions.This silent communication in their relationships had a great impact on Vicky's lilfe. You might feel some unnatural occurannces but it did really happen in their lives. If you like this story you're welcome to share your feedbcke. Thanks for reading and like.
Vicky's passion for nature inspired him to continually explore and express his creativity through drawing and writing. As he delved deeper into the natural world, he gained a deeper understanding of its complexities and realities.With his wooden box of Marie's vibrant colour tubes and an array of brushes in various sizes, he revelled in the familiar ritual of creating art. But it was the pungent aroma of Turpentine oil that brought him the most joy, its distinctive scent always transporting him to a state of serenity and inspiration.The box contained some pieces of cloth and thumb pins. It was tightly with a flexible sling on the carrier of his cycle. As he used to set off early to select a spot near the bank of the river that was ten to fifteen miles away from his home.Upon reaching the riverbank at about 10 am, Vicky was struck by the vast expanse of water stretching out before him, its source tracing back to the distant snow-capped mountains.The rising sun, now a burning orange-
Ophelia emerged from her shower, enveloping herself in a plush sky-blue towel as her long blonde hair dripped and clung to her skin. She wrapped a second towel around her hair in a turban-style knot before completing her morning routine, and dressed up. Her workdays blended in a predictable pattern: from 8 pm to 4 pm, she was confined to the office, enduring Andrew's monotonous and frivolous directives despite her complete failure to avoid Andrew. Andrew, a 21-year-old still dependent on his fussy mother, struggled to find his place in the world. His morning ritual was a chaotic scramble: waking up at 10 am, grabbing his briefcase and cell phone with dying battery and rushing out the door, only to realize he'd left his charger behind. Upon arriving at the office, he'd inevitably call Ophelia, asking to charge his mobile. Sometimes he asked for a charger to show her that he had got a new mobile, to which she'd patiently reply, "No," accompanied by a silent eye-roll. "How can I funk
Ophelia finally found a new job at Master's Builder construction company, and she could be happier to leave Andrew's Skyline Agency behind. However, her aunt was furious when she found out about Ophelia's resignation and moving elsewhere. Little did Ophelia know, her new boss, Mrs. Brown Dick, had her agenda. Mrs Dick planned to use Ophelia as a pawn to secure government tenders, exploiting her innocence and charm.Unbeknownst to Ophelia, Mrs Dick was setting her up for a challenging situation. She arranged a champagne party at her home, inviting the influential Alpha builders for a night of revelry. The party's true purpose remained hidden, but it seemed to be linked to Ophelia's virtue. As the day of the party approached, Ophelia remained oblivious to the danger lurking ahead, enjoying her new work environment and the sense of freedom that came with it. Mrs Dick's intentions were far from pure, and Ophelia was about to face another test of her resilience and determination. Would s
Mark, a familiar face from Vicky's carefree past, strode into Ophelia's office, his eyes widening as he took in the woman behind the desk. The soft light danced across her features, illuminating a beauty that left him momentarily breathless.He had heard whispers of Vicky's entanglement in her affairs, but nothing had prepared him for the reality of her presence.Mark's eyes locked onto Ophelia's face, but his mind couldn't struggle to connect it to the girl Vicky had once loved. The features before his heart seemed too radiant, too vibrant, to belong to the same person who had captured Vicky's heart.Mark, representing Alpha Builders Company, had missed a meeting with Mrs. Dick a couple of nights prior. As he entered the office, his gaze fell upon a lovely figure he had been searching for - his mate. But what caught him off guard was the sight of Ophelia, sitting by the laptop, her radiant skin glowing warmly, and her mahogany hair fluttering softly in the gentle morning breeze waftin
"Time whisks by, clarity flees, and indecision reigns. The future remains a secret, until the moment of truth.""Time's Secret"Vicky was jolted back to the present by Ophelia's call.With Vicky's approval, Ophelia's hesitation vanished. She felt a sense of trust, knowing that Vicky had vouched for Mark.However, Vicky's attempts to get Mark's attention earlier had gone unnoticed, despite having mentioned his connection to Mark before. Mark, it seemed, was not one to be swayed by superficial connections or physical appearances. He was genuine and kind, making Ophelia feel at ease in her new surroundings.'Love and large-hearted added together always leave always marks too deep to remove.' As Mark smoothly navigated their professional relationship, Ophelia found herself growing more comfortable around him. Her initial reservations about Mark began to fade, replaced by a sense of gratitude and curiosity.She started to see Mark in a new light, appreciating his gentle nature and sincere
Train journeys had always captivated Vicky since his childhood, and this one was no exception. The thrill of adventure mingled with trepidation as the train rumbled out of Penzance station, leaving the familiar behind. "You've insulted me, you think I'm funky and narrow-minded woman!" Carol taunted Vicky every now and then. So it made Vicky's smile distorted and brought refugees to some other city. "Quit, quit, anyway! " Vicky found the solution packed his briefcase with a few pants and shirts and a short, and wore snickers for a comfortable walk. Thanks to his vague thoughts he chose a far-off city to take refuge. If he had visited the nearest town, he would haven't returned. Now, Vicky was headed to London, ready to face new challenges and unearth secrets that had long been hidden. He used to find all possible ways to better himself since his father left this world. Earlier, Vicky in the company of his two friends Danial and Locas had settled into his seat, mesmerized by the ru
Yet, here he was, back in London among the heaven-kissing buildings, ready to face new challenges and seize the opportunities that had eluded him. As Vicky besides his friends knocked at the door an very. bright and mesmerising voice resonated, "Who's there?" Locas got familiar with that feminine voice and made responded equally, which preceded by opening the main gate. Jubilation was high on the other side when Gloria caught sight of three youthful individuals at her threshold. Her youthful body was curvy and drew some balance to the sexy, she was a bit short to be cute as well. Her eyes were light blue and she was the epiphany of beauty. "Every guy in college might drool over her." Vicky assumed. Gloria was racing fast and was so excited to have a company of youthful individuals at home at once. She mixed with them as she had a very old familiarity with them. When she came to know that Vicky was a student of the same subjects she had, she jumped at the opportunity and
Vicky's sudden promotion to his new job, mere months after completing his internship, was still sinking in. Sitting beside Mrs Brown, a woman in her thirties, while he was still in his twenties, made the moment even more surreal.Mrs. Brown was arge woman, embodied a confident and adventurous spirit, defying her age with radiant youthful energy and playful charm.Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, betraying a deep-seated desire for excitement and passion. She was irresistibly drawn to the idea of exploring physical connections with someone younger, like Vicky, perhaps seeking a sense of rejuvenation, a fresh perspective, or a fleeting escape from the weight of her years.Her attraction to Vicky was likely driven by a great longing for a carefree and spontaneous experience, unshackled by the constraints of age or societal expectations. Mrs. Brool was bold, flirtatious, and unapologetic in her pursuit of pleasure and connection, never hesitating to express her emotions, which of