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32| The Path Less Taken
Masood There is some autobiographical elements in this short story, yest I would like to share with the reader that how life teaches us with different twists and trails. It is our curiosity that leads us to know abou the ground realities of life. Thanks for your reading and valued feedback.
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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
Striding Spirits 34| The Dark Side of Innocence
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
Striding Spirits 35| Escape from Darkness into the Unknown
Vicky's unease grew as he tried to make sense of his situation and uncover the truth about Mrs. Higgins' connection to Mrs. Brown. But the more he thought, the more he felt trapped. Mrs Higgins' voice sent a chill down his spine as she warned,"Don't even think about escaping this idyllic place. The surrounding woods teem with predators, ready to strike and devour their prey." Her slow, heavy footsteps seemed to emphasise the futility of escape, especially since they were fifty miles from civilisation. As Mrs. Higgins spoke, a heady aroma of wild forest, freshly cut wood, and mint enveloped Vicky, making his senses reel. "Something's off," Vicky closed his eyes and thought, his mind racing to make sense of the situation.But the more he thought about escaping, the more his anxiety spiralled out of control. He again tried to connect his memory with the last moments he had. The way Mrs. Higgins was talking did not make any sense to Vicky. Vicky's unease grew as he tried to make sen
Striding Spirits 36| Shadows in the Fog
"Who they are? Why I am here?"As the guests reveled in the festivities, their laughter and chatter filling the air, Vicky remained lost in a sea of confusion. Champagne flutes clinked, and passing fake smiles and exchanged, accompanied by air-kisses that seemed to hold a thousand unspoken secrets.Amidst the whirlwind of pretentious socializing, Vicky stood out, his dazed expression a stark contrast to the jovial atmosphere. His mind raced, struggling to keep pace with the enigmatic events unfolding around him.After having a sumptuous meal, Vicky was lead to a room attached to another in that way Vicky could see and hear what's was going on there. Two burly men strode in voilently, rope in hand, and swiftly bound Vicky's wrists, suspending his arms from the hooks embedded in the ceiling. His shirt was torn to shreds, leaving him exposed as he stood on the table, his hands stretched upward in a helpless gesture.Minutes ticked by before Sandra, his classmate, entered with two more im
Striding Spirits 37| Sandra's Union with Stephen
The dawn paved new avenue in Vicky's and Sandra's life. As Vicky pedaled, the road unwound before him, plunging deeper into the heart of the rich mountains. With each stroke, the air grew crisper, its coolness invigorating his senses. The yellow birds twittered along the groves of birches The landscape shifted, becoming increasingly rugged and unforgiving, like a reflection of Vicky's own tumultuous journey. The trees seemed to close in, casting long, ominous shadows on the ground below. As the sun shone its bright rays through the fog laden horizon, Vicky and Sandra made their way to the nearest police station, where they filed a report and set the wheels of justice in motion to apprehend their captors. Just then, Sandra's uncle, who had been living in Australia, arrived on the scene. He persuaded Sandra to accompany him to Sydney, and after consulting with Vicky, she made the difficult but a good decision to leave. With a mix of emotions, Sandra bid farewell to Vicky an
Striding Spirits 38| Torn Between Love and Dreams: Flying High, Falling Hard
Henry's eyes sparkled with amusement as Rebecca's cheeks turned a deep, embarrassed red. He couldn't hold his eyes on her mesmerising beauty. He struggled to stifle a laugh, nearly choking on his own saliva as he tried to contain his mirth at Rebecca's expense. Henry usually sat at the far end of the desk in the classroom, just behind Rebecca's seat. They had been classmates in Geography and Philosophy for last six months, and Henry had spent many memorable hours studying alongside her at the same library table. Yet, despite their proximity and shared academic pursuits, Henry had never mustered the courage to ask Rebecca out on a date though he wished to have. He had never spoken his heart before her. Vicky stood beside the board, lecturing to favourite class, when he noticed that Rebecca and Henry were acting strangely. Both of them were not mentally present in the class. Their unusual behaviour caught his attention, and he found himself distracted repeatedly by Henry's nonchal
Striding Spirits 39| Dangerous Thrills of Love
"Don't worry, it's just a matter of time," Vicky consoled Henry in a very simple manner.When Vicky saw Henry's distress, he knew he had to act quickly to help him regain his focus. He sympathetically thought for a moment and then shared a genuine and heartfelt reason to put him at ease:"Henry, I know you're hurting right now, but remember why you started flying in the first place? It was your passion, your dream! Don't let a setback with Rebecca dim the fire that drives you. You have so much potential, and I believe in you. Your dreams are worth fighting for, and I'll be here to support you every step of the way."Vicky's geniune words were sincere and empathetic, aiming to remind Henry of his core motivations and encourage. Vicky cleverly used Henry's own study habits to offer him a valuable life lesson. He reminded him of his approach to focusing on one chapter at a time in his studies and applied it to his current situation:"Henry, remember how you focus on one chapter at a tim
Striding Spirits 40| Navigating Love and Skies
"Tell me everything," Vicky urged, their eyes locking in a warm and loving, encouraging gaze. Henry took a deep breath, and his words tumbled out in a rush, like a dam breaking free that he had never experienced before. He shared the thrill of the initial spark, the giddy highs of blossoming love, and the crushing lows of uncertainty. Vicky listened intently, their expression a empathetic mirror, reflecting Henry's emotions with understanding and compassion. Henry's voice cracked as he revealed his truth: "My passion my sentiments, once fiercely devoted to Rebecca, are finally healing, but I fear Delia won't comprehend this transformation. His heart felt heavy, weighed down by the vulnerability of his admission. "I can't bear the thought of losing Delia now," he continued, his words laced with desperation. "She resides in the deepest recesses of my heart, a place I've yet to reveal to her, a place I've kept hidden, even from myself." Delia's aunt, a force to be reckoned with,
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