This is flashback *****“Gabby,” he whispered, shaking her shoulder a bit. She squirmed, groaning, showing she did not want to get up but Christian was shocked beyond measure. He had no idea how he ended up there. With Gabriella. And how was that even possible? He did not even look at her that way. “Gabby,” he called her again, sounding slightly worried.He knew he would never do such a thing when he was sober then how did it happen? Was he wasted? So wasted that he did not even notice that the girl was his friend. He could not believe himself! Suddenly his eyes formed tears when he realized how filthy he worked last night. Though he had no clue how he ended up in that position, he knew it was only his mistake that he could not even deny his desires. You should have at least spared your friend, you asshole! The voice inside his head boomed and he clutched his forehead, trying to remember last night. Well, nothing helped him and then, Gabriella also woke up, yawning next to him whi
“This is why, Gabby, this is the sole reason I’m still not able to move on. I’m still stuck. Your deception has caged me. I can barely trust anyone. Sometimes I even doubt my parents and my sister. I’m so sick of this! And this all because of you!” She could not say further. All she could do was shed tears, remembering the same night. Wish she could change the past. Maybe Christian was right, if Gabriella had let the time and the almighty decide everything — if she would had become a little kind, then he would have fallen for her. After all, falling for your friend, especially a best friend was never a hard thing. If she had waited, maybe today everything would have been happening according to her wish, but she spoiled everything. She became the destroyer of her own happiness. “When I brought her, I still meant to marry you because this is what my parents want. Though I started finding peace in her, I knew I’ll have to marry you,” because he knew someone so pure like her would nev
The deafening noise filled the whole room. The smell of alcohol and sweat pervaded there. Adnan, who was sitting somewhere in the middle of that noise, was getting intoxicated by alcohol. The fire in his body and the old memories in his mind kept his anger on the seventh sky. He was just trying to keep himself but nothing was working with him.And even in this state of his anger, he felt like laughing because he was quite sure that because of that girl, he was getting so crazy, today he was in such a state of intoxication. This means after all she had run away from that place, and this thing was bothering him a lot. He only wanted to spend one night with her but it was becoming too difficult for him. Whatever path he adopted, all those problems were standing in front of him to keep him away from her and this time, she ran away from him. He did not even know where. But he wanted to know. Today when he went to the brothel, he found that place closed. He found some police cars there
He was working in his office. His eyes were not ready to move away from the papers kept in front of him but his mind was somewhere else. The fresh light coming into the room was enough to show that it was afternoon while doing this and the cops had not yet responded. Just an answer was needed and their silence was telling that they could not catch Hazel’s location yet. He sighed, leaning backwards and closing his eyes. They burnt from the inside but he did not pay attention to it. Forgetting to blink in worry is not a big deal. The same happened to him. The door of his office opened and that grabbed his attention yet he did not make a quick move to look at the person who entered his office. “Dad?” He whispered, frowning a bit. He found his father coming to him and behind him, there was another man whom Christian totally ignored after he got a glimpse of his old skin. He looked away, displeased and right then, his father threw the day’s newspaper on his desk, causing him to sigh lou
But Austin could not find peace this easily. He was disturbed, enraged, and probably wanted to strangle someone to death. And why just someone else when he had a clear reason for it? He dialled Robert’s number while he stormed out of the building. “I want that girl — what’s her name? Christian’s favourite whore, what the fuck is her name?” He seethed, clutching the mobile tight in his hold. “Hazel Poulose.” “Yes, Hazel. I want her dead, Robert. Find her and kill her right on the spot!” “What?!” Robert was startled. “But why?” “Don’t question me, Robert! Just do as I say! Kill that girl and send me the proof!” “Sir, you’re angry right now, don’t make decisions right now. You may regret it later,” he tried to make Austin understand but nothing could enter his brain at that time. He was seeing red. He was upset also. He was nervous, too. He knew it would devastate Gabriella. She would do something awful and they would regret it together, so before she did something in anger, he wan
Three days had passed, entangled him in her search. No doubt he was desperate to get her like he was never so desperate for anyone but she made him react that way — react like a caveman but he did not care at all. He was so lost in searching for her that he could not see anything else around him. He forgot his office work. Forgot to eat. Even forgot to sleep for those damn three days. It was like she had wrapped him around her finger and had no idea about that. He was becoming crazy for her. Just in that time, how was that possible, he had no time to wonder. All his time would be spent just thinking about her. Where did she disappear? Is she safe in that place? Is she happy there? Has she gone there and made a fresh start? Has she forgotten all that has happened in the past? Will she have forgotten… him too? There he felt as if his heart was pierced or cut by something so edgy. Just that single thought had scared him. That was really scary. He did not want her to forget him. No way!
As if seeing her, his heart was at peace. As if a gust of cold wind had swept around a fierce fire, tickling it lightly. Moisture gathered in his dry and burning eyes. His heart started beating fast. His skin tingled when he saw her sparkling orange and green lake-like eyes. He genuinely smiled, calling her name, softly, “Hazel,” but it had a deep effect on her heart. The way he called her name, she could feel the loneliness that now wanted to end. It did not reflect need, but a pure want. It was not a call, it was a prayer that came out from the depths of his weeping heart. Only he knew the restlessness with which he spent those moments in which she was not with him. Tears gathered in her eyes. She found him not fine at all. His eyes were red, like a sea of blood, and dark circles surrounded those beautiful eyes. The smoke of yearning was rising from his glowing throbbing eyes. She could see the pain his eyes reflected, but a spark of happiness as well could not escape her eyes.
Coming behind the sidewall of a shop, she stopped and took a deep breath. She was safe there. He could not see her there, since he did not notice her taking a turn. And it was even better that she was familiar with the routes of that area. But nothing seemed better when she could not even hug him. She yearned for it from the bottom of her heart. That need was urgent as if she did not touch him, she would die. That mental pain even started giving her a headache. She could feel a pang through her heart. That felt so real! She could not understand how this was even possible. She has just heard stories about such things, such deep and true feelings from Irene but never believed them until she met him. He made her feel something she never felt. Always made her yearn from the depth.Calming her heart, she then made her way to the house. She was careful with each step, not wishing to get bumped into him once again and fortunately, she did not find him on the way. She reached the building a