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The irony of life is that here the good one suffers and the devil rejoices.
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“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 war of existence in this world is not any easy one , but the war to register your place in the world which belongs to you and still disguised from you is all together more difficult. ****** " Why were you talking with that boy? He is not good at character. " The boy in his fifteens, with round copper brim spectacles, a thin, bean pole boy, with flush pink cheeks which had turned unique shade of magenta at the boiling blood and anger. After all he was searching for her bestie in whole school and he ended up founding her in canteen with Glen. (The anger remains same, he is still possessive about his belongings, now even quite more possesive.) "How could you predict things, are you an Astrologer? . " Selene aka Twinkle giggled. The smile lively and auspicious. Patting him on his chest, making him shift a little. She giggled more, saying "Look I am stronger than you. Build some muscles. "Little Deven and his ske
******* The layers of disguise will soon be uncovered; when the dust is being removed the sparkle manifolds. ******* Eyes looked more lively, the weight of glasses is now being removed, she was never in need of wearing those big round glasses but for the sake to hide away her beauty from the whole world, she resorted to this awful choice. Her skin shined fresh and bright, as if it was breathing life and freedom after year's, the heavy layer of horrible make up was now wiped off clean. Taking out those rabbit teeths from her mouth she adored the figure standing in front of her in the mirror. The same girl she would occasionally see after removing the make up. She has spent so many years wearing this horrendous makeover, she made it a part of her life to an extent that she has started resonating with Selene. She took all of it for real and accepted all what the world called ugliness as if she is born with the same outer features which she has to fake.
***** What is yours will come back to you now or later, but what is not yours is never yours. ***** "Selene, so destiny had us again on the same path." Allen was standing in front of me, he hadn't changed a bit, same smile, same lively aura and that cheerful attitude. "Allen" I was about to walk towards him and was happy to see him, but then what I read in the newspaper striked back my mind. He kept me in disguise, he tried to keep me in oblivion, he never told me that he is a big businessman. When Alen and Tristan confronted each other, they behaved so normal and calm, as if they don't even know each other. Turning from him, I instead chose to walk straight and didn't paid any heed to his calls. "Selene, Selene, Hey I am talking to you. Hey! Stop." "Are you trying to ignore me? " He whined. "Ohh wait, attitude, you look so different, very different instead. You look altogether a new person. Have you
********* Among the millions of stars scattered around the sky, one or other breaks every minute, the shooting stars, the stars we make a wish from; making us realize that even if things are broken they could be beautiful and sacred. ********* ~Selene In front of me, there was a throng of people dancing, drinking, and having fun. Sieving through the dance floor my eyes gaped around scanning for just a single face; Deven aka my husband Tristan. He is the reason for my presence around here. Amidst such a stampede it was hard to figure him out, I scanned the whole dancing floor but he was no where to be seen. “Deven; I love you.” The voice was loud enough keeping in mind the intensity it was said aloud, the voice echoed the whole room. Following, the source of voice my eyes catched the culprit as well as the person I was looking for all around. There were they, extremely close and creepy. Shameless and spinless. There was Mariah, spinning on musi
******** The shields of lie, layer after layer seems so strong and impenetrable, but just a ray of light is enough to impregnate it into tiny pieces. ******** ~Selene "Yes, I know all of the things. I am able to say it aloud because it's me who knew all of the things and this only means one thing right!" I questioned. He kept numbed, I was trying to awaken his senses and adding to a tint of hope he showcased some emotions, some change of behaviour. Now, atleast he was ready to listen to me, he was opening his mind to know the truth. He stared at me with eyes hawking me for an answer. Mariah stood at other hand trembling and horrified after all it was clear to me that she has spoken some big lie to him, and now the fear of disclosing of her shameless lie was sending chill down her spine and the fear was clearly visible in form of drops of anxiety covering her forehead. "What the hell is this trick? How could you know all this? That's im
******* Love to faults is always blind, always is to job inclined. Lawless, winged and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind. ~William Shakespeare. ******** "Leave him, I can't see you suffer like this. Look at you what you have become. This gloomy face, like a withered rose petals looks so indifferent to my eyes, where is the Selene I knew who was jolly, happy, loving, look at you what a pathetic condition you are in after living with him." Allen spoke, with deepest concern shining through his eyes, grasping my hands in between his hands he pressed and tried to a firm what he had mentioned. I was so affected by what happened just some seconds ago, that I was in no state to listen or understand a word. "Are you listening to me." He asked, to reassure, I just nodded not able muster back my energy to utter a word, it is truly said, emotional pain hurts more as compared to physical pain. When we are physic
The same gleam reflected back from his face, same sparkling eyes and the pale colourless face, what was different and unique was his smile, I never saw a smile on his face earlier. It seems as if withered flowers are sprinkled with life, lively and pleasant. “Where were you? I searched for you all around.” Saying this he held me tightly clenched to his chest, leaving no space to move. Blinking my eyes a few times, I tried to recapture the image in my head. “Deven” The recognition striked my mind, I am in the wrong room probably, I had to meet Allen. Allen, Allen…I called in dizziness, the mild faint voice escaped my larynx. I could recognise just one thing his face, his presence, the wrong place I was in. But still, Still, the person who always used to push me apart from him was holding me so close. As if he never wanted to be detached from me. Suddenly I have become someone of immense importance to him. “Leave me” It was me who resisted this time, it was me who no m
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