"I will be seeing both of my daughters get married in front of my own eyes." It was Dad, speaking with incomparable excitement.
We were very much intrigued after listening to it. Our heads were muddling at the thought, what does he mean. He alraedy know that I am married, so why is he talking about my marriage. Does that mean, he wants me and Allen and Mariah, Deven to be married in front of him. Holy shit. I am already married, and I would have dealt with all the pains and problems but this new giant problem standing in front of me left me clueless. What will I do now? I can't marry Allen.
Due to me Allen is struggling with all this stupidity, why would he even marry me. We are just friends. That's already another level of help he has helped me with, I don't want him to go another mile for me. I could never marry him. I never thought of him as such.
Looking around me, I saw in circles was standing Allen, Deven and Mariah and this weird statement of Dad
"I want both my daughter's to be married in front of my eyes, Selene you will also marry again with Allen, moreover by the time when marriage happens you four will living with me in front of my eyes, under the same roof, I wanted to access if you are a perfect pair, if you all love and care for your partners. These old eyes had seen a lot of things and hence is a step more privileged and my innocent daughter's eyes." The words of Dad came as befell of danger. Alarmed and confused I looked at Allen. What shall I do? I can't marry Allen and then Allen might also be having a lot of his works to be done, I can't let him to spoil his time and work due to me. "So, we will have both of the sister's marriage on the same day, till then Cadie take both the daughters to their respective room with their husbands, they must take some rest." Dad told Cadie, she nodded, however she herself looked shocked at his husband's decision. She knew all the truth but his bias and hard core lov
I was stunned to see Deven break through all the chains to reach me. I don't know if I took it right, but from what it seems, he was struggling hard to keep me away from Allen, on the way it doesn't matter what he had to do. It was him, who has also upset Mariah, by deciding about living with me in the room. After, seeing him not doing what dad said and doing what I never expected him to do, one thing is evident to me; he has some feelings for me. I do exist for him. At least, my presence affects him, I do affect him, not with the same intensity with which his actions entail me, but yeah my actions does matter to him"Allen now you can go back to your house, I don't think now you need to waste your precious time here. Don't worry, you will not need to marry her. I will see a way out." Whatever Deven was saying came to me as a shock, firstly he was talking with Allen with so much calm and preservance, which is totally opposite of his personality and now when he is saying that
****** Those with a poisoned heart, would always emit poisiom, however hard we try to fill them with nectar. ****** These words of disgrace and mockery from both of their mouths was lancing my heart. They both are all filled with negativity, their ill mind kept on generating ill and horrible thoughts, which they end up radiating upon me. "I feel pity on both of you and your thoughts, I believe and well understand now that I can't expect anything good or worthy to be spoken by you." Saying this I walked past them towards my room. With anger raging and fuming within my nerves, a heated brain, and than inconsolable anger on both of the souls which have left no stone unturned to make my life a living hell. Thinking about all what happened in the hall, all those disgusting conversation and taunts kept telecasting in front of my mind, with clenched fist and a heart fill with wrath for him I was moving in rage. Entering the room in absent minde
******** Chilled waves of winter so tormenting and outrageous feels so inviting when brushes through the skin in summer. Maybe it's the situation which is wrong and not the person. ******** Messing up with things as I usually do, I had hit upon the chair, and had my left leg stuck into it, making me prone to a serious fall which could have broken some of my bones if he hadn't catched me in time. I just doubt his weird ways of action, he is the one who pushs me to the hell and then the same Deven pulls me out just from the edge before I swoop inside it. His arms curled around my waist and his body hovering upon mine, my palms resting at his chest, which felt more and more vivid due to the vibrating heart beneath, lively and explicit. Tightening his hold around me he pulled me up, making my body clash with his chest, knotting my fingers around his collar, I ensured not to fall again. His eyes intuitive and carrying unknown spells was still
******* Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. -William Shakespeare ******* Acting non chalant and trying to ignore his presence in the room, I stood there making circles at the satin fabric of my dress. "I said look at me. Don't act dumb." He chided like usual, roaring at the top of his throat, he is the perfect example of being manerless, and still expects from people complete obedience. However hard I try go resist him, not to be chided away or afraid from him, I don't know what hooks my heart to the core, I end up feeling extremely vulnerable and could not find any way out of the situation I am stuck
******* The torments of destiny, horrid and terrifying, the harder we try to walk past them, in the end we are still left petrified. The spells of love immortal and magical could change everything but the doubt still remains, are they capable of overcoming the essence of fate and time. ******* "Your beloved Mariah, must be waiting for you. Go to her, talk to her, she must be waiting for you and you are wasting both yours and mine time in standing over here and talking about foolish things." He was there in front of me, in a serious mode, with eyes fixed upon me, and studying me in depth, his gaze is unbearable, however hard I try to act ignorant this man always makes my heart tumble within the walls. There was notification tone of my mobile phone, it rang and reached my ears. Walking past aside him, I picked up my mobile phone, to see who might have messaged me. My unique antique piece of mobile vibrated badly due t
****** In oblivion and under grim clouds of darkness we chose the wrong path, irrespective of how hard our heart tries to get back on the correct way it knows, we bar our heart from following the intuition, instead we chooses to remain blind under the influence of the voice of our head. ****** The view in front of me was heart wrenching, blood was continuously dropping down from the injured plan which has just hit the beautiful vase and turned it into pieces. "What have you done? You are badly hurt." I can't stop myself, from running to him, holding his hand, inspecting the wound he suffered, at that moment I can't see him in pain, probably I still took him for my Deven, my heart is still to lame to understand, and holds a jar full of feeling for him. "what you have done? the blood is flowing out from the wound and it needs to be attended as soon as possible." I can't look at the the wound he has suffered it must be hurting him badly. Holding
****** Some words from heart, some divine hyms and talks between two souls, life is beautiful. ****** "I dangling between love and hate." I had made this statement when I realised I had all his attention, still holding my hand and facing me with eyes looking at the depth he adored and looked at me with a look hard to define but which was moving my heart and soul, as if trying to awake that broken heart, mend it and let it regain all the love. But all of it was not so easy, it was going to be a battle too long with no hopes to be won, still I stood there with hope and he seems to flicker light with every gaze with which he was ready to explore my heart, know me understand me. He seems to care for me, as if he wanted go listen to me, even when I stopped speaking, he kept his eyes fixed at me waiting for me to speak more and continue speaking. I stopped, stopped due to the fear of something, looking away from him, I hold back my hand, I was
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