Mishka spent the day in her room, scrolling through her phone, and doing something she loves the most, but she was sorry about not being able to fulfil her Dadu’s wish and she couldn’t stop thinking about it. Suddenly, an idea popped into her mind and she stormed out of her room, sprinting to the kitchen. Asking for all the ingredients from the house helpers, Mishka made a sugar-free vanilla cake for Leo, precisely how he loves it with the icing of dry fruits. All the helpers were in awe, staring at the cake as she placed it inside the refrigerator and left for her room. It was six in the evening when her mobile buzzed in her pocket. She took the phone out and looked at Leo’s message while climbing the stairs. Dadu: I have called some stylists for you. They will show up shortly to prepare you for the party. Me: Dadu, there was no need for you to do so much for me. I would have prepared myself. It’s your birthday and you are pampering me. Dadu: I know you can prepare yourself, but
At the Farmhouse, “Leo, I think you should cut the cake. The guests are waiting.” Agnes said, handing over the glass of wine to Leo and Pasha. “Not until Mishka is here. Pasha, did you call them? Where are they?” Leo asked Pasha anxiously. “Yeah, I messaged Mishka, and she said they will be here in ten minutes. Don’t worry! She is with Chris.” Pasha answered. “And that’s exactly why I’m worried!” Leo murmured. “Let’s start the party if they are just ten minutes off. They must be reaching” Leo bottomed up wine, and they strode over to the centre table where the three-tier vanilla cake was waiting for Leo. Soon, all the guests gathered around the table, but Leo’s eyes were fixed on the entrance. *** Christian’s conversation with his friend opened up his other side to Mishka and now she doesn’t even want to see his face, let alone if he was the most handsome man she has ever seen. But her honour meant everything to her. The entire day, she was upset about turning down Leo’s wish, bu
Since Leo was busy accompanying some foreign delegates and Rose was attending her guest, Mishka was roaming around the party aimlessly when she spotted Lisa, the dress designer, who prepared her for the party. She was at the bar enjoying red wine when Mishka reached her. “Hey Lisa, what a surprise! I didn’t know you were invited to this party? We’d have come together!” Mishka smiled, standing next to her. “Hi Mish, I had some work, it’s finished early, so I came here to wish Sir Leo,” Lisa answered and Mishka nodded her head, ordering an orange juice for herself. “I am glad you came, and by the way, you are looking stunning tonight!” Mishka complimented. “Not more than you, Mish! You are looking breathtakingly gorgeous, and this gown, this is Madame Rosella’s last designed gown and the diamonds in the neckline are worth one million pounds, but sadly, it’s not for sale. Sir Leo reserved this dress for his grandson’s future bride. He wanted to gift this dress to the girl as Madame Ro
“What’s wrong with me?!?! I was about to kiss her! Thank god Lia called in time, bringing me back to my senses!” Christian opened the first two buttons of his shirt and took a deep breath. “Why do I feel so attracted to her? Why has she been constantly on my mind since she stepped foot in my house? Why there are so many whys in my mind suddenly?” He scolded himself, pacing in the open area. His phone buzzed in his trousers again and he took it out, irritated. “Hey baby, How is the party going?” He received the call and Lia chirped from the other side. “Yeah, great!” He responded nonchalantly. “Are you having fun?” Lia asked, but Christian’s mind was racing back to Mishka and it annoyed him. “Lia, is there something important? I need to go back inside.” He said in an irritated tone. “Umm… Actually, I called to apologise for my behaviour at the café. I am sorry!” She said sweetly. “It’s alright! No worries,” He answered calmly. “Have you taken Mishka’s signature on the marriage c
Leo, Mishka, and Agnes headed back inside the hall, and Leo left Mishka walking toward the stage. “Oh, no! I didn’t tell Chris I have changed my decision.” Mishka mentally facepalmed herself and glanced around at the party for Christian. She spotted him at the bar with a glass of alcohol and he was busy doing something on his mobile. Mishka was three-four steps away from him when he averted his gaze from the mobile and looked up at her while taking a sip from his glass. Mishka was about to take another step in his direction when she heard an announcement. She turned to the stage and saw Leo holding the mic. “Now no one can save little Chris from this big surprise.” She thought. “Ladies and Gentlemen, can I have your attention please!” Leo smiled. “Thank you for joining us tonight and now I have an important announcement to make. I request Christian and Mishka to please join me here on the stage.” Leo said and Mishka glanced at Christian, who was looking confused, but stood up and sa
“This is a long story, Mishka. I don’t know how and where to begin with. You need to know about Vera if you want to know who Jennifer is.” Leo’s voice turned gloomy. “Who is Vera?” Mishka asked, knitting her eyebrows. “Vera is Christian’s mother and Luke’s ex-wife.” Leo sighed. “She was a gorgeous twenty-year-old girl when she married Luke. Vera was Rosella’s friend’s daughter. Her parents died in a plane crash, and after that, her relatives started treating her like a servant. She was living in a miserable state when my wife Rosella stepped into her life.” Leo said, and Mishka listened to him attentively. “Rosella brought Vera to our house and loved her like her own daughter. Soon, Vera and Rony became very close friends. They were in the same college, so they spent most of their time together. At that time, Luke and Berry were completing their higher studies at Harvard University where Luke met Jennifer in some bar, and they started dating.” Leo said. “We all were unknown about L
~ MISHKA~ I can’t even imagine the suffering she must have gone through when her husband brought his girlfriend home. When she found out his girlfriend was pregnant, and when she witnessed her son calling another woman “mother” How can someone hurt themselves so much to save someone’s house? How can she leave her child, whom she carried inside her for nine months? I didn’t realise I was crying the whole time while listening to her story. Dadu wiped my tears with his thumb and smiled sadly. “What happened next? Did she die?” I asked, fearing his answer. Leo looked down, and taking a deep breath, he replied, “Soon the ambulance arrived, and we took her to the hospital. Because of excessive bleeding, doctors performed immediate surgery. We were waiting outside the operation theatre when a nurse came from inside and gave us the letter that Vera was clutching in her hand tightly before she fell unconscious.” “What was written in the letter?” Mishka asked, looking at Leo nervously, and
Mishka turned on the lights of her room and was startled to find Christian sitting at the foot of the bed with a bottle of Legacy by Angostura, the world’s most expensive rum. Mishka knitted her eyebrows, taking a step forward in his direction. “Chris?” She muttered in a low voice, and Christian glanced up at her in his drowsy state and with a broad smile. “Oh, you came back! Come sit here. I was expecting you.” Christian said in a sluggish voice, patting beside him in the empty space. “Chris, I think you are drunk. You should head back to your room,” Mishka said as she stood in front of him. “No, I am not drunk. I am completely fine. Come, sit beside me, I wish to say something.” Christian said, reaching out his hand towards Mishka and when she did not accept, he held her elbow and yanked her towards him. Mishka stumbled because of her pointed high heels and landed straight on top of him. They ended up in an awkward position and Mishka struggled to set herself free, but Christian