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
******** Life is the most surprising journey we are set into, there will come the turns that we least knew about. ******** ~Selene The moment I received the call and got to know about father's illness, instantly I was going to leave the hotel and just go and meet him as soon as possible. "His presence, his presence so near to me, the unholy state we were in, the weirdness in the air, and the in toxicity I could still smell, made me go clueless at how did we ended up here, in one room, locked together in a single room arms into arm. I was so close to him, I could have never thought of being so close to him, certainly not now when I was thinking of leaving him forever. I don't even know whether he is also as clueless as I am. I am dumbfounded and stunned. I could have at least talked to him, if I would have the time to discuss these weird things. But know I must go and see Dad, I am really worried about him. "Please God keep my D
***** Strong are those who keep their self esteem above anything, not fighting back and taking all the torments what comes in, and calling this outpaced preservance which is uneeded and harmful as ones strength is just a layer to deceive the weak and timid heart which don't knows to fight back. ***** “Selene” “Hey, Stop are you trying to ignore your husband. Don’t you know you are committing a blunder by doing this.” The pathetic voice striked my ears, it was, Mariah. The same pathetic, heartless soul. She was here speaking up for him as if Mr Mafia doesn’t own any voice of his own. He look more funnier, and less threatening I must accept. Now no longer his presence could scare me or send the similar chills down my nerves. I choose to ignore, in reaction I listened to splitting sound of chair and fast moving steps full of rage approaching me in anger. “Stop.” The voice was now very much audible and close, he came closer standin
***** There are a million thing to woe, the only need is to find just a solitary hope to shine and smile. ***** "When I got to know about your relationship and affair, to be true, I was very startled and worried. I never knew if my daughter has made a correct choice, after all she is still my little girl. I had always fulfilled her every wish, her mother blind love has made her very outward and tantrumatic. She would just made a wish and it was always fulfilled by hook or crook.So probably this time also she thought that she will be able to get her things done. We will conceed to all her wishes. But it can't be like this everytime!" Dad was talking to Mariah, and Tristan. I was now able to understand the matter and all the point of this discussion. But this knowledge was not helping me out rather rit broke me further, making me feel more and more vulnerable. "Mariah! You might have thought that it would very easy to get my word, and I wi
****** The absurdity of life, however hard and struggling the path is; the destination is far more stunning. ****** ~Selene To Dad the truth that behind the identity Tristan there is not anyone else but Deven, came like an unexpected thunderbolt. What was more unbelievable for him was the fact that he is here not for Selene but Mariah, the shocking proposal he had put forward to marry Mariah has just blown away his senses, the shock was clearly visible through his face expressions and his actions. He very well understand and knew that now his daughter Selene is married, he thought that probably Tristan and Twinkle might be a transient story of childhood which extinguished with time. He didn't have a far sighted idea of the hidden love blossoming in each others heart, and just because of the play of destiny all love is worth nothing but just pain and misunderstandings. He was totally unaware that he is discussing the mar
******** The power of love so talked and boasted about, is never seen but certainly felt. What is less popular and rarely spoke of is fear of love, wrong doings of love, the love as destructor and the forbidden, bitter spells of love which are not as enchanting as they seem to be. ******** The hard strike of his palm on her right cheek could still be fact in vibrations of her skin. Shocked and outrageous, her eyes were still fixed at him. The person who always saved her from all over and flow of life, the person who once had beaten a boy black and blue just because he pushed her out of his way. And then she remembered how the same person once snapped the hairs of a girl in boy cut just because she was making fun of her curly messy hairs. There were numerous instances she could remember of, being Deven the hero the saviour of her life. But today, who stands in front of her was a spoiled disgusting image of a boy looking exactly like the person sh
*****“The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together."~As you like it.***** Tears trailing down, all little existent hopes vanished, what left was a stubborn heart which was trying hard to get rid of emotion called love. "Hate him leave him, stop thinking about him, he must have no place in your life." Brain continuously sent signals all through out her body, her brain was trying hard to make her comply to and accept the reality, but how ever hard she try a stubborn heart keep on resisting, , it was impossible to hurl him out of her heart. In form of hate or love, whatsoever, the reality is that he could never cease to exist for her. Walking through the distance from one corner to the another corner, reaching the table I picked up a glass of water and sat down calmly. Calm like a storm, the sea before a cyclone, I sat down.Those two pathetic faces and apathetic souls, we're sitting on the other opposite part of the room on sofa.
******* Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find. -Shakespeare ******* Dad was adamant on his demand, he wanted to meet his son in law anyhow and won't listen to any of the reason I has been providing. I can't tell him the truth of Tristan and mine marriage. What he demanded had become for me next to impossible to be deemed fulfilled.My mind had stopped working and I can't think of any idea, with no clue of what to do next, and how I shall reply him, with what accuse. I stood there silent and confused. Kept on wondering a way out when an idea striked my mind. My last resolve to appear out of this situation. The only way out. "I must call Allen, he would help me." This idea striked my mind and right away I did called him. As usual he was here, right in front of me, my tears can't stop rolling and the way he hugged me and checked if everything is fine around me. It touched my heart. Sometim
"Leave her; Haven't you listen. Or you want me to leave you." It was Mariah's voice agitated and angry, he roared at him giving me pissed off side gazes, challenging me with all the worst things in the world. But little did I cared about her gazes meant for me. I was more intrigued by Tristan's change in behaviour. I had decided that I will tell Dad that Allen is my husband, since however I can't make him meet Tristan. This was a very rational decision taken after a long thought and not in fury of the moment. I was totally aware of what I was doing and I didn't have any doubts or fear regarding my decision. Since I knew Allen would always be there to support me, so I can count him to be my close friend, who could help me out of this situation. After all what other choice of decision had life left me with. I can't surely tell Dad that Tristan is my husband, so this is only the way out. It doesn't bother me a bit what does Tristan think, what is his view, or wh
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