All Chapters of Twisted: Forced to Marry Him: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

******** 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

******* 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

****** 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

*******“It is better to love wisely, no doubt: but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.”*******All what he said has mad me some what believe on him, but this way he has played with my feelings and rendered me helpless looking at him I stood in doubt assessing if I am in a dream or whether all this is happening for real.How could one change so much in an instance, he seems to be a totally different person. I was stunned and was not able to believe whatever was happening in format of my eyes.I feel elated and yet was extremely confused. Are you saying it for real do you love me.Than what was Mariah, instance , you are going to marty her what about that what shall I believe Trsitan I am not able to understand any thing I spoke."I don't have much time; I had to find her

~Selene The stage was set, stampede of guest were chirping around the hallway, the widely, magnificently decorated arena looked enchanting. My inner and outer self were totally in contrast with each other. Inside me there was a dark gloomy clouds covering my heart and soul with no hope visible, with no streaks of light to scatter those gloomy clouds, my heart was sinking in grief, in oblivion I sat on the stage, totally lost and devastated. The silence before and after the storm is the most devastating one, it is even more devastating than the actual storm. I was here standing amidst the departure and arrival of storms, the brief line in between them, a short interval of ravaging silence. I had just survived a barrage of time, I tried hard to recollect myself, I had not even finished collecting the lodging pieces my heart was scattered into when this marriage announcement was the another story which deserted all of the remaining elements brutally. My outer se