All Chapters of Orphan Callistaa : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The middle aged man stood there, dumbfounded. His eyes shone with moisture as he reminisced her face from just a moment ago. It was the same face, the very same face that he used to adore and care so much for and was regretting till now not being able to see her again for one last time. The very same face that he was dying to see again in real and not in his sweet but painful dreams only. The very same face that belonged to her. His beloved little sister. But how could it be? Same face, same nose, same lips, and even same eyes except her black hair. How could it be possible? Could it be...He needed to inform him about this. With that thought, he moved towards his office. * * *The harsh air slapped her face as her palms were getting clammy. She was on the verge of experiencing a heart attack. And she clutched her husband like her life was dependent on him, and it was actually, at that moment. "Will you slow the fuck down?" She shouted in her husband's ear, finally catching his atten

The loud blaring of his phone woke him up from his peaceful slumber with his woman in his arms. He looked at her and saw that she was frowning cutely due to the disturbance but was still sleeping. He then took his phone from the coffee table top and saw that his mother was calling. He frowned and looked at the time and it was ten in the night. He then picked up her call immediately. "Yes, mom. Is everything alright?" His voice was groggy because he was sleeping. "Darling, were you sleeping? I must have disturbed you." His mother said, and he realized from her voice that she was crying. He got tensed all of a sudden. He sat up on the couch but as Cali was sleeping above him, he first untangled himself from her and laid her back on the couch. She stirred but went back to sleep. She must be tired. "Mom, what happened? Why are you crying?" He asked worriedly. He loved and respected his parents so much."Son..." She again started crying loudly and this got him much more worried. "Hey, h

The door was opened diverting her attention from the screen of her phone on which the picture of her handsome husband in nothing but a pair of black boxer shorts was displayed. As she looked up, an involuntary smile appeared across her lips but it vanished as soon asshe took in his appearance and expression.He looked worn out, with disheveled hair. And his expression was hardand...cold. Then everything that he had said over thephone call, came into her mind. She got up from the couch and strolled towards him. But before she could even reach him, he turned andproceeded up the stairs."Cain." She called him from behind but that did not stophim. He kept on going up the stairs. "Cain, wait. I want to talk to you. Please." She said loudly but softly. But still, he did not stop to even acknowledge her. Hekept on walking as if he did not hear her."What is up with you? Why are you not talking to me? You did not even call me and when I did, you did not pick. What has happened? Please, t

(Twenty one years ago... It was almost midnight and everywhere was covered with darkness with no light except the shine coming from the moon and an old street light at the far end of the alley which was flickering like that in a horror movie. And in the alley, was walking a woman, dressed sophisticatedly. But something was wrong. Her appearance looked disheveled and she had covered herself with a black shawl as she walked down the alley, no, nearly ran down the alley, like she was running for her life from someone. But she was careful all the way as she was not alone. She was carrying a soft blanket in which laid a baby who was sound asleep. Soon, she reached such a place that she had prayed all the way to find. An orphanage. That was it. It was the place where she could leave her baby. Her baby girl, whom she had to keep safe at any cost. She had promised her husband that she would keep her safe, even if she had to die for it. She looked at her sleeping baby. Just looking at her slee

He was sitting on his swivel chair inside his office, thinking about his wife as always. What would she be doing right now? That was the question he asked himself for the hundredth time maybe. He wanted to call her but his pride would not let him do that. He sighed. It was lunch time now and he wanted to eat with her, feed her with his own hands. Then wipe the corners of her mouth and then kiss her, passionately. 'Stop it, Cain. You are mad at her.' He told himself. But did she really do that? He still could not believe that. 'Maybe, there was some technical issue?' He thought to himself. Yes, that could be. He knew how sweet and kind she was. She could never do such a thing. And on that day, she was too worried and stressed as well just as much as he was, for his father. 'No, she could not have done that. God! I should have talked with her to clear things between us rather than shunning her like that. Now, she must be pissed. Oh God, what have I done?' He mentally cursed himself.