Iria woke up gasping for air. The same dreams, a dream of her being on a bed crashing as Josh rips out her clothes, she screams and like the last past five days, she woke up sweating. The same routine, the only difference today was that like every other day, today her Xander wasn't here to engulf her in his arms and help her fight her nightmares. She looked around the room, and there was no sign of him. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. In the last five days, he never left her side even for once. Confused Iris stood from the bed. Iris is not an afternoon sleeper but since she is still healing and for that, she needs to have medicine, she seems to fall asleep a lot. Moving she goes to the bathroom to empty her bladder and splashes some water on her face. She looks at herself in the mirror and inspects her face and hand, to find bruises have faded away. Taking a deep breath she raises Xander's shirt that she is wearing and looks at the gash of the stab. And finds that it's
Iris kept looking toward Ava, she was waiting for her sister to say something, anything but her sister was lost in her world. Iris looked around herself. Not knowing what is she supposed to do. Iris was both surprised and nervous seeing Ava. After days of not seeing her, she lost the hope of her expecting her sister to visit her. A part of her felt saddened that she was almost killed and yet her Ava didn't care enough to visit her while the other part was more understanding. Iris knows that Ava has her reasons and some valid reasons. Josh or no Josh, Iris did betray Ava and hence she is nervous. It's not that Iris doesn't know of Ava's involvement in her kidnapping. She was very harshly slapped the truth when she raised her concern about Ava not visiting Xander. She still can't forget how fast Xander's expression changed that day. One minute he was soft holding her hands, running his fingers through her hair, and every second he was clenching his jaw, his eyes filled with fury.
With tears streaming down her face Ava ran out of Russo's mansion she just reached the porch and lost her footing, she closed her eyes and was baring herself for the fall but it never came. She felt two arms engulf her mad steady her, she opened her eyes to find none other than Jacob standing in front of her. No sooner was she stable, than Jacob remove his hands from her waist and took a few steps away from her, creating a distance. Ava turned her face and wiped her tears, the weak Ava was seen by too many people and now she can't another person to add to the list. "Thank you. " after making sure her face is dried, she said. Jacob just nodded his head and turned to leave. " you don't have anything to say? " she says, from the day Iris is kidnapped, everyone in Ava's life has made it their mission to say something or the to her. There was not a single person in her life who didn't tell her how because of her, Iris almost lost her life. And hence she expected Jacob to say the sam
Iris's POV"No," he said looking straight into my eyes. Did he just say no?Moving away from his arms I sat crossed legs on the bed. And Xander following me stepped out of the bed.His back facing me. I decided to believe that I heard wrong, hence I decided to confirm. "No?" I asked sadly. A tear was just waiting to fall, as soon as he confirms his answers. My face was mirroring a child who was denied his favorite candy from the person he was sure he can get and now was looking at that person with a sad puppy look, hoping that it might change his opinion. "I mean no you just can't do that to me," he complained. Turning towards her. "Do what?" I sniffed the question, confused. With every passing second, it was getting difficult to control my tears. "I was supposed to ask that angel. It's been weeks, I was planning how am I supposed to propose to you. And then you proposed. " he said looking at her with a cute sadness on his face. Describing Xander with the word cute is quite a t
"Bang""Xander!!!!!" Iris shouted at top of her lungs.Another nightmare.Another sleepless night.Once again the memory of her wedding, the attack flashed in front of her eyes.Taking a deep breath she looked around to find herself in bed. She looked around her old room. Her home before her family moved to the Russo mansion.The image of Xander's limp body kept tormenting her slumber. It is not possible for her to get any sleep, anytime she closes her eyes the last smile Xander has tormented her. It's been two days and still, Xander is in critical condition. He is still not responding to the treatment. That's what all the doctors told them. They said that Xander was lucky that the bullet didn't harm any organs and that though the operation was difficult, they managed to get the bullet out of his body. But he lost a lot of floods not only because of the bullet but also because they informed him that, maybe during Xander's fall he hit his head somewhere and the impact seems pretty
4 years later Iris's POV"Flashback"Kissing my forehead he promised, I will always be the Queen of his heart.Kissing my eyes he promised,he has eyes only for me.Kissing my nose he promised,to care about my every little dream. Kissing my cheeks he promised,to always be a gentleman and respect my every wish.Kissing my chin he promised, I will always be the only beauty. Kissing my lips he promised, everything. ....true passion, true love, true admiration, true to be in all his emotions.And lastly kissing my neck he claimed me as his, forever and ever till infinity. ...And now I have only those memories left, to remind me that there was once a time when I was his.And he mine.Memories which I treasure.Memories engraved in my head till my last breath. He may not be mine anymore . But I will always be his. My heart will only beat for him . And my eyes will only seek him. Memories which are now Vague in his head more precisely, memories that don't even exist for him.Ou
Iris's POV"I hate parties." I groaned bored. I always did. They never ended well for me and nor did o ever enjoy one. "The feeling is mutual. " said the man who is the reason, I am here sitting dolled up, watching these snobbish, rich people faking themselves.These two-faced people don't get tired. That's what i keep asking myself. Ethan Brown my college best friend. And also my knight in shining armour. Sitting beside me wearing a blue tux, his blond hair styled perfectly and his deep green eyes bored just like me. Though he is oblivious I can see girls giving him flirtatious looks. And why won't they, because no matter how much I am hating him right now for making me attend this boring party, I can't deny that Ethan is a definition of handsome.More than the beautiful chandeliers and expensive decorations he is the centre of attraction.And it's not like he doesn't enjoy that attention. The only reason he is not paying them in my mind is that of his parents. Because to quote h
Flashback -------------------Just like all other days, I was on the terrace. Once again amazed by the serenity I feel, while watching the beautiful stars.I remember when I was a kid and lost my favorite doll, I cried for the whole day, it was a gift from my dad. Mom tried consoling me with all but all her attempts went in vain.Then she took me on the terrace and showed me these beautiful twinkling lights, the small glow of hope in the darkness."Sweety whenever you lose, something you love a lot, then you can always come here and make a wish to these beautiful twinkling angels and believe me they will fulfill all your wishes," she said kissing my head tenderly.And from that day onwards I made it my habit, every time I would lose something or feel low, I would come here sometimes I made wishes. And sometimes just to spend time in serenity they provide me.I remember out of habit one day I was spreading on the floor of my terrace, watching my faraway friends with a smile on my face
Iris's POV ------------------ 2 years later. Closing my eyes with headphones, playing Ed Shereen as an escape from my thoughts.Though it's not helping much but still a good distraction. Good duration from the aviation I am feeling because of this long flight. And also because I am an hour late. I should have been in New York. Dr. Iris Russo calms down, you will soon be with them. Dr. It feels so good to call me with the word. It's like my whole life and rebelling have all summed up into the small world. I am an official child psychiatrist now. And believe me, I don't think there was any job than this I would have enjoyed, I feel so great talking to those kids who have no idea of the mental problem they are facing. It feels good that they come to me to talk about their problems. And after becoming one I realized, only big ones are not the ones with problems, these small heads carry a lot of stress and burden and love every second of the job especially when they
I am going to end his doctorate career. I think angrily as I am kicked out of my wife's hospital room. They told me I am stressing her out, how can I stress her out, and if anything I am the one keeping her calm. They just don't understand but they will soon. And like I said I heard my wife scream and before I can count up there, the door to her room is again opened, and there stood he with his head now down and jaws ticked. " Sir, Mrs. Russo is not letting us touch her. Please." She grits the last word put and if I want this worried for my wife I would have smirked at her. That's my woman. I praise my angel as I walk past her inside but before I go I turned and my eyes widen, the hallway is filled with my fitness and family. Now I am the one feeling a little embarrassed as the doctor looks at my family and then at me and narrows her eyes at me. Instead of backing down I shrug and enter to see eyes looking at me angrily."How dare you live me alone!!!" she screamed so l
I was someone who always had complaints in my life. You can tell as much as I liked fighting for dreams, I was also someone who would complain if things didn't go my way. It's not my fault though. All my life since I started understanding things, I have been told that I am not enough and that I need to be better, and that I should be perfect. I hated being told so but was so little to argue about it, hence did as people around me told me and today I regret listening to other people. I wish I could go back in time and tell my younger self that she is perfect, she needs not to work so hard, she needs not to be so hard on herself, that the world is a vicious place and the only way you can survive in this world is by being you. You are the strongest perfection that one can ever achieve. Because in this world where people walk around you with so many faces, you will shine when you have your own and one only. But all of that doesn't matter because now I am also one of thos
Let's just the little feast we had downstairs was not enough for my husband. And there are many reasons for it. But I will cut it down to, two most important. 1. He is as hard as steel. 2. It's our wedding night. So let's just say, my husband, picked me up in his signature way, wrapped my legs around his torso, and up to stairs he kept kissing and nibbling on my nipples. And a hormonal would-be mama is not gonna complain. Because let's be honest, I love every bit of it. The attention he is giving to my body is something I didn't know I wanted but now I know I have been craving it. My heart flutters, as my husband delicately places my body on the bed. Standing to his full height, he got rid of all his cloth as fast as he can. Usually, I like the slow torturous strip tease, but today I am so needy that I just want him to fuck me and use me like the slut he called me a while ago. And I don't have to plead because I and my husband are on the same page on this. "
" Are we done?" " No" I reply immediately looking at my new husband with a glare as I chew the pasta in my mouth, that he so deliciously made. Throughout the night, the guests kept us I'm busy, and I was so busy being the perfect wife that I completely missed my dinner. And where I can go for a day without eating, the baby growing inside me needs to eat. It's not like there was no food at the reception. There was plenty of it. And so many cuisines, some of the cuisines were my favorite. I should have drooled over them and should have pounced on the memo et I saw them. But that very moment my hormones decided to kick in, and even the sight of my favorite food was making me feel as if I want to throw up. And hence though I wanted to couldn't eat anything, except the lava cake. Which by the way is not enough to fulfill the apatite of a pregnant moment. The pregnant woman inside me wanted to throw a tantrum right there, the woman wanted to throw her legs and whine for
Alexander's POV I never thought hearing two words would fill me with so much bliss. But I am feeling it. It's as if someone has given me happiness in the whole world. For the first time unlike me, I want to jump and scream to the whole world that I am the happiest man alive in the world. I have the woman, who I loved like I never knew I was capable of loving. Today I have made Iris Brooke mine in all ways. She is my wife. " I do." the beautiful words that left her lips are echoing in my head like beautiful music. And I want to hear them on a loop. The words of the pasture are fading and I am hearing nothing my eyes are fixed only on my beautiful wife, who has the most enchanting biggest smile plastered on her face. But all of a sudden her smile turns into a frown, and she looks from the paster to me, as of waiting for something, I don't understand her sudden reaction and look at everyone, and their eyes fixed on me with the same confusion. " Dude you are freaking ou
Iris's PoV Dad and I were still talking when we heard a knock at the door, we both simultaneously turned towards it to see mom at the door, she is looking beautiful as ever in her lavender dress. As she is also my bridesmaid. Dad and she exchanged an understanding nid and smiled at each other. I missed this smile a lot. It's not the same as they use to give each other every morning but it is something. This tells me, that they did talk and things are working out. "Don't run the horses in your head baby. " mom gives me a knowing. Of course, she always knows what I am thinking. "We are trying," she whispered coming to stand in front of me and besides me. From the moment she entered the room dad has his eyes fixed on her, not for once did he tell his eyes off her. And why won't he, mom is looking beautiful, let me tell you unlike me mom is a health freak, she enjoys her junk food but never forget to exercise, and she loves doing yoga. It's her regular, because of
Dear Angel I was someone who never believed in love let alone love at first sight. And then you came and changed everything. You became everything to me. Your thoughts confirmed everything that I had, my heart mind, and soul. You don't even know when you had me already wrapped around your fingers. You were in my bed, sleeping with a divine smile on your face, I am sure you were dreaming something good, your hair was sprawled on my pillow and you had your hands resting on my stomach. You had me captured, and you didn't even know, and when the Trance cracked, the first words that left my lips were, " Angel" That day when I first met you was a special bit there is another day that surpasses it and it always will. It is the day when you were drunk, sat on my lap, and named me Mr. Handsome. That was the first time you showed me a piece of your self and that day it was set that you are mine only mine. As much as I am you're. Always will be. I will take what I can give
I shook the scene out of my mind. I don't want to walk down the aisle wet. Not until our reception is over. After the first time, I wanted a small wedding, with friends and family only. And there was no debate on it because Xander and I were on the same page and so were put families. Hence there were not many people, only those who mattered. If you start noting down lessons of life, you will realize one of them is, that your circle of friends needs not to be big, it can be small, but all that matters is people who form the circle, should be loyal and real to you. That's all friendship defines and I am glad about everything bad happening, I have made a pact with the best people in my life. Jacob was a surprise, but he is like most protective yet the most understanding brother that I could have wished wish for. From worst to best, he was by my side or behind, always having my back. No matter what situation I am in, one thing I knew was, he is just a call away