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The timid souls are scared of everything and in the way, they try to reason all the atrocities inflicted upon them just to find a reason to survive the wrongs and not fight it.
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~Selene
Walking around the hall with steps loud and powerful; his boots made tick sound with each step he took, due to the wide spread silence of fear even the minutest sounds could be heard, with each step he took my heart leapt and throbbed frantically. Equally contrasting was the situational difference between my inner self and outer self. While I struggled a storm inside my heart, turbulent, loud, destructive there was a long, grim silence which covered my face. I was into nothingness, blank and tragic. The exterior silence proved more devastating, freighting than the inner one.
"Take her to the basement; she would live in the dark and desolated dungeon for next two days, without food, light and human to talk. Mark my words no one should defy what
The air filtering through the wide spread silence chilling my nerves penetrated my ears as the sounds of boot tickling through the ceramic tiles echoed around as he inched closer and closer."Stand up" The authoritarian voice was aimed at me. I resisted and kept my eyes close trying to ignore the dreadful presence of a disastrous voice aimed at me."Stand up.." He roared again this time with a greater intensity, the feel of someone creeping along my arm. The fingers enclosed tightly around my fragile wrist as the sudden warm blood rushing through his nerves came in contact with the cold blood chilled out of feat making my body feel warm and cold at the same time.In utmost fear, with my fingers tugged around a crampled edge of my satin fabric dress, as the fingers enclosing my wrist strengthened its hold, I tugged around the dress in fear. The hold was too strong making it impossible to get free from it. My heart raced and all courage drooped down as he tried dr
******* His hatred for all was so intense that it should extinguish the very love from which it was conceived. ******* ~Selene “Ready to Become a good wifey” The words drummed at my ears, the change of expression and the sharp, incomprehensible words he spoke passed right above my head. What does he have in his mind? Why can’t he act normal like any other human and let me live some moment of peace and calm. “WHAT KIND OF PUNISHMENT?” I finally managed to utter some words and question the atrocities he has preserved for me in his mind. What is he thinking of? Is it something even worst than what he was going to do earlier? He had just killed me by mentioning about leaving me in dark. I fear dark. I fear it the most. I was looking at him with eyes filled with terror and horror. The awful state I was in further intensified by his beastly smile which has just unnerved me to the core. The way he smiled. The evil smile, the sadistic ma
******People take him for a rigid, stern heart emotionless and arduous. Little did they know about the soft flesh beating vividly signalling life and encompassing a million of emotions within.Will he be able to keep this show of nothing affects me; I am not made for love; You better be afraid of me; or will he understand the simple yet intense emotions of love sparkling a new beginning in his life.Since deep down he knew for the first time he really cared for a girl; after all she genuinely affects him.*******~SeleneI was trying to recover from the trauma of whatever has happened downstairs, laying on my back, relaxing and chilling I was in a better state of mind. But suddenly finding his presence in my room was again giving me an anxiety attack. What does he want now? Can’t he let me at peace? What should I expect when the devil is knocking on the door?Finding him standing just in front of me made me gulp the ball of anx
****** The merciless don't have a heart, yet the innocent soul looks for the goodness in everything which surrounds them, cactus or rose in all alike. ****** ~Selene The bombarding noise of alarm ringing was continuously vibrating in my ears. Sailing my arms in the air, fluttering it around my fingers searched for the buzzing alarm clock which has put up an eclipse on my sweet, deep sleep. “Shut up” My brain yelled at the continuous noise. With eyes close and hands flying all around in search of the source of disastrous cacophony. My fingers felt the soft, damp flesh, being unable to understand the object I just felt quirky, my sense of touch was probably still asleep. In a zeal to understand the product at scrutiny I took the leverage of exploring more, moving my fingers at the still soft fleshy product feeling its curvy edges. My little adventurous fingers were soon alarmed as they felt the earlier stillness disappearing and the moist softness moved
Watching him simmer the bunch of memories was making my heart cry. The thought that he is a heartless man hovered around in my mind. He has no importance for memories, but I can't let him destroy all the memories which are close to my heart. Snatching back my diary from him I ran back downstairs, being agitated, unhappy and hopeless, without turning back to see his stern and shameless face keen to provide pain to others. It was an early morning day and I must go back to doing all the chores since from now onwards I am responsible for all the chores I can’t commit a mistake and invite any other punishment levied upon me. The silent dark villa was now beautifully lightening up with natural lights filling each and every space. Light has eroded all the existing evitable darkness. Starting with the mopping and cleaning, ensuring the cleanliness I was done with one work. After finishing it, taking support of sofa I leaned back stretching myself. I am quite tired, the work was not
“Mom had I knew it earlier that he is going to be married to Tristan the boy I loved since childhood, the billionaire, I would have never let her marry him. It is all because of you, they were here for me, if you wouldn’t have said a freaking lie that I am suffering from a cancer I would have married to him instead of that douchebag, I hate her for snatching my destiny. He might have been relaxing and enjoying a luxurious life living in that mansion living owning the world most handsome husband. It’s all because of you.” Mariah was frantic since the day she got to knew that her step sister who has been married forcefully is married to none other than Deven their childhood friend. He was the one Mariah had an eye upon. He always wanted to have him as his best friend but he would always be mad for Selene. That’s also a reason behind her hatred for her sister, since then she hated her for claiming all those things which were most dear to her heart. Had it be Deven or Dad's love
******* The irony of life is that here the good one suffers and the devil rejoices. ******* “Twinkle” A single name brought a roller roster ride of emotions and memories for him, this name meant the world for him. Since the day he left the town after the tragedy which had befallen on his family and mainly him he has shirked all the things, his happiness, his desire, his emotions and everything related to his past and older self became just like some trash for him. After all what he had seen, and has undergone after his mother death, he had no emotions left to spare for this brutal society, he became emotionless and rigid like a rock. Probably this is the reason he always remained stern as a tall tree and still as the sea which had the thousands of waves stored inside causing a havoc, but none of them visible or predictable on the shore. “Twinkle!” This is the name he crafted for her, he would call her Twinkle because of her love
****Alas, that love, so gentle in her view, should be so tyrannous and rough in proof.-Shakespeare****His hand curled in her twirly locks, the heat of intimacy evaporated between the two reaching the intruder, the third person witnessing the scene from behind the wall to the alley. The drops of turbulent emotions sat at the brim of her dull blue eyes, which seems to have seen the pain of generations in a single moment. Mariah's flush pink face cupped by his palm while the lips met eagerly, it felt they were long time companions. Such a intimacy, and acquaintance, this familiarity arrives after a long stretched period of friendships and what not. Am I in the wrong place, or am I stuck in a completely wrong world?Earlier the happiness and joy of unexpected goodness received and a hope that things will soon turn fine clouded my mind with false hope. Similar to fog in the woods on cold nights which looks fiery in the night but as streaks o
The road full of twist and turns, love and hate, firm faith and disbelief is not going to end so soon! The part 1 of Selena's and Tristan story come to an end, and the new phase of their life will unfold soon. If you are enjoying this story, comment and let me your views. I will right the second part very soon. Although, I am able to devote very less time to writing along with a full time job, yet I will try my best to come up with the next part as soon as possible. Thank you for all love!
*******Life is so unpredictable you can't predict what you are going to face next, yet we had to face everything with courage since some trials we are set against are invincible and can't be avoided.*******"Superintendent of Crime Bureau.""Mr Tristan Jael." The first heading at the top corner of the page is still flashing in front of my eyes.My eyes glanced at his picture dressed in black formal suit he usually wears, what made this picture different and unique was the presence of his brooch with the title I was so shocked to read tugged at the right collar of his coat. What accompanied this brooch was some white coloured stars, the same pride, visible upon his face. Same face, same facial features and attitude. Still my mind denied to recognise the person in front of me in the photograph.My mind could never process this title associated with someone who is a Mafia. How could I believe whatever I was reading, I knew how he
******After year's of drought, finally the rain showered on the dried meadows, rejuvenating everything it touch with new life and new hopes. The new start; new beginnings.******~Selene"I love you." The words from the depth of my heart, flowed through my heart and escaped through my tongue. Even after very well knowing that he is not a good person, knowing that he is not the same Deven I once loved, I can't deny the fact that my heart is affectionate towards him, even after knowing the reality that he is a Mafia, who is engrossed in bloodshed and live a life of a unholy culprit I can't stop my heart which already loved him without thinking or weighting all the arguments against this unconditional love mind was levelling in front of me."How could you love him?" My heart questioned."Knowingly or unknowingly he has hurted you a lot! Isn't it? My mind reasoned, my audicity to love him despite all bad memori
"The grim wide cloud of darkens are also destined to disperse apart giving way to light; the light of truth, the hope of better days.""You already knew that I am Twinkle, you still kept quiet. You remained quiet even after knowing whatever wrong Mariah has done, you didn't say a word to her! Why! Why are you still silent?" I asked while sitting on the top of him, and pillow in my hand still hanging in air, aiming to thrash his face."I feel really insecure this way, at least let me breath and then I would be in a better condition to answer your question." He said smiling, which I least expected.I came through the diary you use to keep every single day, it was kept on your desk. It spoke out all the truth to me. The truth hidden from my eyes since so long, it narrated me all the reality, your pain, your anger, the happenings and disguise of Mariah.I was still blind and not able to see the truth. I still thought that you are trying to make a
****** The love which once felt nonexistent and too dry to feel was now blooming under the showers of rain, the storm has past, and the life begins again. ****** He connoted me as Twinkle, this means he now believe me and knows I was not wrong when I claimed to be his childhood friend. I was not lying when I called myself as Twinkle, his Twinkle. "Twinkle; yes I know everything. I am the stupidest person ever, how was I not able to recognise you." He, held my hand, took me towards the chair, making me comfortable sit on it he sat himself down near me on the ground, rubbing my palm, trying to bring me out of the shock I has faced he spoke in a considerate and loving voice. "I am sorry, atleast talk to me!" He emphasised, pressing my palm and looking at me with puppy eyes. "What look at you, I am still mad at you. What a kind of foolish person you are! What if you would have married Mariah, and I would have married Allen, wha
***** Sometimes the scenes of beautiful greener and calm pictures are just a myriad in the desert and when the reality strikes it strikes really hard, leaving you further more miserable and destroyed. ***** "How could you even say that? Don't you think you are making a very big statement." He spoke in a plain voice, showing no guilt regarding to whatever he was speaking. "I am saying the truth! If you don't remember any of the moments what shall I do!" I sighed in despair. "Irrespective of whether I am pregnant or not, the truth that we spend some time together wherein we were close, really close, physically intimate with each other won't change." "This truth will never change." I cried out. My heart felt like sinking in some pit listening to him. How could he not remember any of the moment he spent on that night together with me. Tears were inconsolably running out of my eyes, draining my cheeks, something insi
"Tristan, ..." Her voice was repeatedly following us, but still he chooses to ignore her calls and kept on walking forward holding my hand. This was something very weird and undigestable for me.What might have caused such a change of heart?"Tristan; Stop... I am talking to you." From her sound her frustration was clearly evident. I don't think anyone ever ignored her like this.At last finally he stopped, ...for some seconds there was silence. Her fervent breath, and lost of happiness and colours from her once pink blushing face was a shocking and miserable sight to see.I am not a sadistic at all; however this scene was giving some happiness to my heart. This girl has done so much bad to me that even my innocent heart no longer feel bad for what is happening with her.Even in college each and every boy was after her, they were mad over her, and she was the one ignoring them. But today what happened was akin to a miracle. I saw how she was ignore
***** Every twilight has it's own morning; now or later but lightness always finds it way. ***** The bad weather and adding to it worst mood of Mr Husband was enough to make anyone anxious and disturb, however as if this was not enough, I felt really hungry. I can't wait staying here listening to this man and stuffing inside me all his weird talks. Thankfully we had reached back home, immediately I stepped out of the car, the drops of rain drizzled at my skin, sparkling and rejenuvating it with freshness. "Hey! What you are doing, you are already ill, and is now playing in the rain like a child. Grow up Selene!" I was not amazed to listen to him, it was Allen, he always ends up instructing me and stopping me from dancing in rains, since childhood not a new concept. However now, things have changed, he no longer holds the authority go speak up in my matters, he has hurt me beyond bounds and has broken my trust, it's hard for me to forget
The weather was sunny and clear in the morning but suddenly it seems to turn all greyish, thundering and dark. As if a second ago it was day and suddenly the dark night arrives. Raining, thundering, the constant splatters of rain on the window, were not good signs, what was looking more dangerous was him, his heated face raging red with anger. He was speeding the act across the street making me breath heavily and my eyes shut off in fear of an invincible accident. "Slow down; .." I spoke with filtering lios, finding it hard to monitor my fast beating heartbeat. "Slow it please, it's dangerous." Clenching to his shoulder, digging my face in his chest, and tucking onto him, I had my eyes tightly closed. Not expecting him to slow down the car, but still my heart find some relief being close to him. I could listen to his fast beating heart, he has a heart which was feeling so alive, and somewhere angry and hurt. "Get away from him." The most