Everyone in town was shopping for the next three days and rushing home to avoid getting caught up in the storm predicted by the weather forecasters. It was expected to hit in four hours and last for three days. It was a big-time rush, but Zayn wasn't a part of it. He needed to get things cleared up with Isha. Myra was gone, and that was a good thing. He just needed to see her, and despite the advice from his closest friends, he couldn't wait for the storm out without her. He wasn't sure he would make it without her.He was informed that she was out when he got to the Yadav household. It was her day off, and she had gone out, as usual. Only some people knew where. He called her several times, and she didn't pick up. He was a confused man in Delhi.He drove back to the Yadav household and met with one of the helpers."You should go home; this storm will be here anytime." She said, picking different saree colours from the cloth line where they had been left to dry. She looked bored and ju
Maybe the storm was just a blessing, a sign of fate giving them a chance to work things out. Perhaps the universe finally agreed with her because she had never had a more evident sign. They had talked, and it had been a lot of talking. They considered all possibilities, positive and negative, and they decided what was best for them was to get back together despite all odds. She always saw many things, but when it came to herself, it was always unclear, just like her situation and the moment, but she vowed she would live her best life with those who mattered to her, no matter how short. The Yadav home knew she was safe, and she had sent a message informing them she was with Zayn and would be back once the storm was over, although that wasn't looking promising again. It was everything she wanted; for once, her thoughts and vision were clear. She saw peace and solitude, for her soul was at rest. Each time her mind diverted to Zayn Vendant, she saw a hint of darkness, sometimes blur. She
It was the fifth time the tall, slim man was yelling at the other servant and Isha shook her head. To say the least, she was disgusted and she could see the anger boiling through Sandi, she would have left a hole in the man’s face and she wouldn’t be wrong in any way. But did a servant have any choice?If people saw half of what she did, she swore they would live differently, positively. She had seen a million things, and funny enough, ninety percent of this was in her head. Her gift was real, and it was pure, and although she never knew exactly why she had to live with a lot of horrors, she had somehow learnt to deal with it.Twenty four years and counting, the journey was a long one but she figured out each passing day, one day at a time.“Almost time guys.” Bhavini called out. She was the princess of the Yadav household; Dark, full hair, the most banging body and a perfect figure eight. Isha always tried as much as she could to shut her third eye when it came to her, but there was a
Everything happened so quickly, like a scene in a movie. He didn’t see her, at least not immediately since he was so engulfed in what Myra was saying and honestly, Isha would have preferred it that way. She dropped the drinks with shaky hands and was praying to get away from the table unnoticed when he said thank you, he was still the sweet guy she remembered, and as he said that, he lifted his gaze to meet her and all hell let loose.She saw his mouth hang; it was so obvious and everyone at the table stared at him and then her. The bullet-proof heart she thought she had grown all these years turned out as vulnerable as she last remembered.“Isha?” his voice was low and didn’t sound confident, almost like he didn’t believe she was standing two feet away from him, across the table.Forcing a smile, she swallowed as she tried to keep herself from running into his hands and she replied using the exact same voice. “Zayn”“You know each other?” Myra asked, her smile was still pasted on her
The beeping sound of the monitor told her where she was but she didn’t move, didn’t open her eyes. She knew she had been out for a while but wasn’t sure exactly how long and she didn’t care, she loved the calm. She was aware she wasn’t alone but she didn’t need any sympathy, she just wanted to rest.Loud footsteps dragged into the room and she felt someone hover above her, checking for a pulse.“She’s alright.” She heard the Doctor tell her companion in the room. “There’s nothing serious, she is just stressed and needs to rest. Please give her some space, the nurses will check on her frequently.”“Thank you, I’ll be in the hallway, please let me know if she needs anything.” That voice….. That wasn’t Zayn but it sounded so familiar. It was deep and a little too loud, one of the Yadav brothers?Nodding the doctor replied “will do.”Everywhere returned to normal and Isha wasted another ten minutes before opening her eyes. A drip line was connected to her veins and her nose had pipes in th
The servants’ quarters were located adjacent to the main building, and it was beautiful and prominent. They made sure their helps lived well, fed healthily, and were comfortable. Aarav spotted them hanging around in pairs as he approached them, and as soon as they sighted him, they hurried away, pretending to occupy themselves with chores, making him laugh.He never had the time for all that. Ephany was the queen of that, always spying, always finding fault. To him, they did their very best and deserved some rest once in a while. His steps slowed as he arrived, nodding to the numerous greetings that met his ears.“Where is Isha?” he asked, moving straight to the point.“She’s inside. I’ll go get her,” Haidi replied with so much enthusiasm. He always thought they were funny, girls always trying to please, always trying to get noticed, and the fact that Isha wasn’t one of those girls endeared her to him. She just did her work. As a matter of fact, she avoided the boys like the plague. It
Her moans were in rhythm with her moves as she drove him wildly until she began stuttering.“Zay…. Zayn!” she yelled loudly as they came into each other. He crashed unthinkingly onto the other side of the bed, enjoying the sound of her heavy breathing as she struggled to go through. She was a fierce lioness in bed and never ashamed to express it. It was weird how she immediately changed her personality once she stepped out the door at functions, a chameleon, and it fascinated him.Planting a kiss on her forehead, he rolled out of the bed and dragged his briefs up his thigh, conscious of Myra’s following eyes. She was in shock, and he knew why.“you’re not going to hold me?” she asked in the softest voice ever; she always used it during sex, and Zayn could swear any man who heard that voice would be at her feet in seconds, but not today.He laughed. “I’ve got work; I will be at the office.” She smiled and got on her feet. “Okay then, let’s go.” Swiping her feet into flip flops, she gra
For Myra, her crown could slip but never fall. She was the definition of perfect, and she intended to maintain that legacy to her last breath. She had a good life, but she maintained a standard; people mistook kindness for weakness, and she found that disgusting. The spotlight had always been her dream from youth, and the heavens agreed with her by blessing her with every material thing she needed to bring life into that dream, and she had maximized utility from it. She lived happily, was happy, and everything glistened more when she met Zayn. Yeah, he was just that guy to light up your life at the darkest time, that light at the end of the tunnel. Meeting him was the best gift nature ever gave her. Her manager had informed her of a massive contract with one of the world's significant technological brands: Trail Technologies. They dealt with phones, laptops, and communication equipment. It was a huge deal, and she took it without a second thought. She was getting ready to be on set