IRIS
Three weeks later...
A yawn left my mouth. I have been reading the book in my hand from the past two hours.
What is it called? Alchemist yeah Alchemist.
As I tried to move my back hurt but I dare not say a word otherwise my boss aka Tristan as he likes to be called by me will throw another tantrum. Let me tell you he is such a child.
Always throwing tantrums but it is somewhat cute to see such a masculine and grown up man pouting.
"Do you want to sleep Iris?", Tristan asked me softly and I nodded my head.
For the first week when I woke up from coma he used to call me with all sorts of endearments but I wasn't comfortable with it.
Firstly he is my boss and secondly it left me embarrassed. Even the nurses used to giggle.
"Lo....Iris come back to earth.", Tristan stated.
TRISTAN POVStupid!I shouldn't have touched her like that. She might have forgotten the past but she hasn't let go of that trauma yet. I am not one to add to it.It will take time. Those wounds are deeper, deeper going inside her soul and heart, penetrating it's essence to leaving it hollow.Like in the past...I shouldn't have done that.I still am not able to understand is it a good thing that she has forgotten about her past or not. The doctor told me she might get flashes of the past that can trigger her now improving health.I have to be careful.I looked at my side to see her face being hidden behind her dense, silk like locks of hair.“I'm sorry."I said sincerely.She turned in my direction and passed me a small genuine smile.
IRIS POVA fresh start.How wonderful these words sounded. And when he said these words he had a deeper meaning to them.I know it very well that he is hiding something from me but somehow I know it has to be in my favor.That's why I don't want to know.I muttered these word under my breath as I pushed open the doors.In front of me proudly stood a vast orchard garden.Ahead of me, it was decked with different types of flowers lined up with fruit trees having those of apples and berries.Small little bushes to the multiple colors of daisies, lilies and roses.It was beautiful. I had always dreamed of having a garden. Nature was something that I closely relate to. It always gave me strength and inspired me.I put both my hands over my mouth to stop myself from gasping.
TristanTwo years!Two freaking years since I have been looking for mio fiore.I still remember the first time she entered my office for the interview of a personal assistant. She use to stammer at every sentence. But I don't blame her because I knew full well that I was quite intimidating to her.But she was perfect. My flower, the way she use to smile and laugh. The way she broke my walls with such an ease. She was amazing.Epitome of innocence. She was so naive for this cruel world that I always found this need to protect her. So selfless, caring and always helpful.My Iris had all the qualities that I could never have. She completed me.She provided me with a purpose. A purpose I was searching for so long.I dated her for six months and then I proposed her. I even have a picture of her where she was crying as I slipped
IRISEmpty.It all feels so empty. How ironical is that I am feeling isolated in a cafe which is brimming with customers."Table number 5, Iris."I looked back leisurely to meet the smiling face of my employer, Martha. She was expectingly looking at my face to see a smile but all she received from me was a nod.How much I wanted to return that smile to her I couldn't as I have long forgotten how to smile. The only two things that now bring smile to face is seeing children play and when my only friend pulls out some foolish stunt.Martha is a great woman, my saviour. That night when I laid on that cold floor stark naked as the day we are born with blood over and around me, she took me to a hospital and afterwards even gave me this job.I made my way towards table 5 when I heard her weak voice again."This is going to be the
TRISTAN I got down from the flight. It felt like an eternity to travel from San Francisco to New York City. I got in the car which was waiting for me. "Where to go, Sir?", my driver Lance asked. "To the downtown and this is the address.", I replied curtly and gave him the piece of paper in which the address was written. Two years. It took me two years to find mio fiore. I looked outside the window and saw the sun setting down. I had researched a bit about that place and soon guilt ate me up. She was living in one of the worst places in NY. And it is all my fault. I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair. “Soon" I whispered to myself. Soon the car came to a halt. "Sir, this
IRISI gasped as soon as these words left Asher's mouth."Her boyfriend."As soon as Asher said these words, all the muscles of Tristan's body became stiff.His breathing became uneven. As a suffocating silence wrapped the living room.It wasn't for any good.From the time Asher came here, Tristan was trying to control his anger.I knew it.From the very beginning Tristan did not invite the idea of Asher interrupting him and the moment I jumped in Asher's arm, his dislike towards Asher increased.Tristan has always been a possessive man and got jealous easily. As soon as Asher said these words, it was like the dam broke and now Tristan was not able to control his emotion.His eyes had flame but not of passion but of rage. He moved in a blink of eyes as he had Asher pinned to the nearby wal
IRIS"Your condition is worsening."I sighed as I continued cleaning the table.Today morning Asher took me for diagnosis and the doctors claimed that my condition is worsening and soon I will be needing an operation.How easy it is for a doctor to say that everything will be alright, it is just the matter of a tiny operation.But the only issue in having an operation is the expenses.Who ever quoted the statement health is wealth must have been a fool because in today's world health needs wealth.My expenses are already high with the therapies, diagnosis, psychiatric medicines, the other medicines, bills and food and I have only one job to sustain all needs then over it how can I have an operation?Like hell I can afford it."Its all for today honey. You can go now."Martha's cheerful voi
IRISAs I made my way to my work place aka Sweet Auroma Cafe, cold wind hit my body as they hastily passed through me.Though it was a summer morning, it was quite chilly but again I was always cold.“We need an inbuilt warmer in all your dresses, love."Tristan's word came back to me and I could help but smile.I looked down at my analog watch to see it was currently 6:40 a.m. and the cafe was supposed to open at 8 but all the staff was supposed to report a hour earlier.Suddenly the conversation I had with Tristan in the ice - cream parlour invaded my mind.“I think it's time to make a deal.", he said while a smirk was permanently plastered on his unfortunately perfect place.”The word deal caught my mind as I quickly asked,“What deal?"“Patien