Standing on the first floor by the stairs was her small frail figure dressed in knee length denim skirt and a white off shoulder top. She completed her look with white sneakers and a French hat sitting above her beautiful wavey hairs. She chose pearl earrings and a simple necklace to compliment her beauty!
She wasn't white like him but rather had an olive tone; in that outfit she looked young and chaste- like a flower yet to be seen or touched by mankind. She never dresses up like this, maybe she put efforts on her look keeping in mind that they were going on an official date. Ryan's heart skipped a few beats when she tucked her locks behind her ears and smiled at him shyly.
She walked down the stairs and stood in front of him; Ryan, though never lost his cool, was getting his hands soaked in swear as she inches closer. He stood up and observed her charm, how can someone not fall in love with her- she was literally an angel in disguise. "Happy Valentine's day, gorgeous
To my dearest readers,Since I am in college and is living in a hostel it is getting really difficult for me to write. There is no proper electricity, no laptop or computer to write or proper internet to upload the chapter (even now I am uploading it using paid internet who's hourly rate is no less than any gold.)Since I don't want to hang the readers I am going to summarize the rest of the novel in this one chapter. If I am able to in future I will write the expanded form. Please forgive me for this, I… really am helpless right now.________________________________Previous-Ryan and Catherine go on a date and after a day of hustle he takes her to her father's office where they first met. He, to surpris
“I fell in love twice, both for a different version of yours!” – Asmitha (Doted on by the Mafia Boss)____________________________________________The lights of the night club were put out and what remained on were few red neon lights; the whole room was chaotic as if it had just braved a thunderstorm. With snacks and empty glass bottles scattered aimlessly on the floor the club room was lifeless as if there
Asking around he was informed that she was not a customer but one of the female workers of the club. Arthur was stupefied; how can it be, she was just a little kid.His co worker sighed, slowly narrating the whole thing. 'The girl', the name through which she was addressed in the starting days, was sold to the club a week ago by an anonymous man with a Spanish accent. It was when he learnt that Little Bee was not even a native American but from Spain.Arthur felt bad for the little girl, at such a tender age she was pushed down to such a place from where she cannot escape till she inhales her last breath. Little Bee always stayed mum, maybe because she had no knowledge of English or maybe because she was not familiar with the faces she was seeing and will see for the rest of her life. She was just a kid, the smell of wine and the red lights will surely be alien for her.Little Bee, at that time, had no idea about how thi
Bee looked at the man lying on the floor with his face on the ground, she held her heart which was thumping audibly to her. She was scared, for a moment she really felt as if she would collapse out of fear; well, who won’t be if you get attacked by someone at this hour of the night and that too when you are alone.Maintaining her safe distance of three steps away from the man who was lying lifeless on the floor she scanned him from carefully. It was dark and the street lights were too pale for her to scan his face, all she could make out was that he w
It was dark and horrifyingly silent, nothing could he heard else than the muffled breathing of a little girl. Bee was running around to hide from someone; it was lonely and to her eyes nothing was visible than endless darkness. She tried to call out and seek help but her voice was too parched to call for help, neither was there a soul to help her out even if she managed to make a noise or two.Her legs were cramping as her breathing fastened; her body was running out of energy and she seemed to be at the verge of collapsing. She wanted to stop and lay down but her fear and yearning to live was not allowing her to slow down.Who was chasing her? What she was running for? She had no idea, everything that roamed in her mind was that if she slows down she would die.Bee ran along the lonely road chasing after a source of light but the more she ran the farther the light went. Bee couldn’t run any longer and at last broke down on he
Bee stared at the three for a while as they started back at her; she looked like a drenched kitten seeking for shelter. The woman let out a chuckle, turning towards her companions she said something which was understandable to Little Bee. The woman said something chuckling to herself to which the tall guy replied with affirmative response. The woman again spoke, they seemed to be arguing on something. Bee was totally sure that it must be something about her, since she couldn't understand what they were saying Bee chose to stay mum and gasped at them.While the two were busy arguing the simple man in black shirt was watching her with his hawk like eyes. Bee felt a little uncomfortable under his watchful gaze; still on her knees she tried to shift here and there uncomfortably.The two didn't stop talking until the spectacled man spoke; he just said a single word in a low tone yet it managed to calm those two restless souls.
Bee was confused whom they were talking about. Boss? She had no knowledge of any Boss...The woman confronted, “You were spotted next to our Boss last night in that abandoned park when we came for rescue. Can you explain what you were doing in there?” Bee finally understood who they were talking about; it must be the wounded guy whom she saved last night.Did they just say that he was their Boss? Does it mean he is safe and sound? Bee shook her head and asked again to confirm it for once an all, “Is... Is Ryan your Boss?As if something was fishy the woman looked at the spectacled man for a few seconds before pulling out a gun and placing it on her side neck. The nozzle was right on her skin, Bee could feel the coldness of the metal seeping through it. It took her a while to analyse what her position was and when she finally felt the gun nozzle pressing hard on her neck Bee was terrified. It was normal
Ryan's eyes broke open as he sat up straight, looking around he found himself in his bedroom. The wound was already bandaid, he was put on head. Due to being unconscious for too long his visions and memories were still blur and slowly regaining their stability.It was 14th of February, the Valentine's day when every soul out there would be cherishing their memories with their loved ones but for Ryan it was the day of utmost pain and heartbreak. It was that one day of the year when he would be the saddest; with this day approaching he would become more silent and finally would hide away from everyone. He would most probably be drunk, passed out somewhere on the street or sobbing in solitude. Sadly, it has been like this for the past three years.At the initial days everyone in his clan tried to talk to him but what he lost was something more precious than his own life, there was no word which could heal or make him feel better.Every