Khana woke up tied in the middle of a crowd cursing her, calling names. She wanted to scream for help, but her mouth was trampled with a piece of clothing. She was confused. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep next to the man she admired.
What's all the fuss?
Why is she tied like a witch in the witch craze?
She can't help but keep a lot of questions in her head.
"May you rot in hell!" says the crowd while throwing eggs and cabbage at her. Suddenly, Richard stands out from the crowd.
Richard was holding a stick with blazing fire. He glared at her and mouthed, "You and him shall burn to death."
It was at that moment she realized a black fabric next to her. The crowd removed it and a man with blood all over his face appeared.
"Henry!" Khana screamed in horror. She frantically moved, wanting to escape from being tied.
Suddenly, the long sturdy stick where she was hanging had lost its footing to the ground. She looked down, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized how high up she was. Fear gripped her tightly, but she forced herself to stay calm, focusing on her breath. The lady could tell her head would bleed to death the moment it hit the ground.
Panic consumed her as she plummeted towards the ground below. Time seemed to slow down, every moment stretched into eternity. She could almost feel the wind rushing past her, and hear the blood pounding in her ears.
As she fell, a sharp pain shot through her head, and she could feel warm wetness spreading across her scalp. The ground rushed closer and closer, and she knew with chilling certainty that her head would split open upon impact. Her vision blurred, darkness closing in around her.
Just before she hit the ground, Khana jolted awake, gasping for air. Sweat soaked her skin, and her heart continued to race as she realized she was safe in her bed. She reached up to touch her head, half-expecting to feel the sticky warmth of blood, but there was nothing.
Relief flooded through her, mingled with lingering fear from the vivid dream. Khana sat up, her breath still coming in ragged bursts. It felt so real, so terrifyingly real. She closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing thoughts.
Her eyes blinked against the morning light filtering through the curtains. On the sofa bed, Henry, the priest, is peaceful in sleep.
"I have a terrible dream. It must be my fault. Maybe, I'll be doomed in hell because of what we've done," she murmured.
She couldn't help but smile faintly, brushing a kiss on his forehead before quietly slipping out of bed. As she gathered her clothes and made her way to the bathroom, her mind was anything but calm.
The events of last night played over in her thoughts like a tumultuous storm.
What if she became pregnant? Would Henry choose her and their potential child over his devotion to the church?
Guilt and worry gnawed at her heart. She felt wholly responsible for the sinful act they had committed, yet she couldn't shake the unfairness of carrying all the blame when they had both willingly indulged.
She is guilty of the sin they shared last night. And, she is worried to death about what Henry might say or do as soon as he wakes up and realizes what they did last night. Yet, she scolded herself for taking all the guilt and sin, when in fact it takes two to tango. Why would she take all the blame, when Henry also enjoyed last night? She shook her head and shrugged off her overthinking
After her shower, Khana dressed and mechanically began preparing breakfast, trying to distract herself from the whirlwind of emotions. When she returned to the living room, Henry was already awake, silently praying. She watched him, wondering what he sought in that moment of devotion. Forgiveness, perhaps, for their transgressions.
When Henry finished his prayers and looked at her, his expression inscrutable, Khana's stomach twisted with apprehension. "I prepared breakfast," she managed to say, her voice sounding strained even to her own ears.
"Take a bite before you leave."
Henry stood and approached her without a word, his silence more unsettling than any angry outburst. Khana instinctively took a step back, only to find herself cornered against the wall.
Fear tightened her chest as Henry spoke, accusing her of seduction and shifting the blame onto her.
"I made a mistake. I know I did a terrible deed, " Khana protested, her voice quivering. "But why are you suddenly so angry? We both—"
Henry's hand struck the wall beside her with a loud thud, cutting her off. "Love alone won't solve this," he insisted, his eyes dark with conflict. "I can't bear to see you suffer for our sins."
Tears welled in Khana's eyes. "I just want us to be together," she pleaded. "Why can't you choose me?"
The tension between them was palpable, a reflection of the impossible predicament they found themselves in. Henry's commitment to his faith clashed violently with Khana's yearning for a love unfettered by religious obligations.
Their standoff was interrupted by the sudden ring of the doorbell, shattering the fragile peace between them. Khana’s heart raced as the doorbell echoed through the house. She and Henry stood frozen, their tense conversation interrupted by the unexpected sound. With a sinking feeling, Khana’s mind raced through possibilities.
Khana's heart skipped a beat. Who could it be? Richard, with his spare key, could easily let himself in.
Henry's expression turned grim as they exchanged anxious glances. They couldn't risk letting anyone discover their clandestine affair. Khana's mind raced, a surge of panic overwhelming her.
"Should we answer it?" Khana whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.
Henry hesitated, his jaw clenched. "We can't afford to draw attention," he replied, his tone urgent. "It's too risky."
As the doorbell rang again, their options dwindled. Khana's mind whirled with fear and uncertainty. If it was Richard, how would they explain their presence here together?
"We have to do something," Khana urged, voice trembling. "What if it's Richard?"
Henry's expression turned grim as they exchanged anxious glances. They couldn't risk letting anyone discover their clandestine affair. Khana's mind raced, a surge of panic overwhelming her.As the doorbell rang again, their options dwindled. Khana's mind whirled with fear and uncertainty. If it was Richard, how would they explain their presence here together?"We have to do something," Khana urged, voice trembling. "What if it's Richard?"Khana’s heart raced as the doorbell echoed through the house. She and Henry stood frozen, their tense conversation interrupted by the unexpected sound. With a sinking feeling, Khana’s mind raced through possibilities. She swallowed hard, her throat dry. Then, headed to the window to check whoever the person was waiting outside. However, she can't figure out who it was. Thus, she had no choice but to open the door."If it's Richard he should have entered the house without even knocking, or else he left his spare key here," Khana mumbled. "Stay here,”
Across the pale evening sky, St. XXX church loomed with its towering spire pointing to heaven as if in silent prayer. Inside, the air was cool and mellowed with the sweet tones of incense, a reminder of sacred ceremonies that had been held in the place. Her heart pounding in her chest, Bettina sounded along the stone floor as she walked with a purpose down the nave of the church.Father Henry was at the altar on his knees in deep meditation. Shadows from the flickering candlelight danced against his serene face, bringing clarity into the cool resolution of his eyes. He did not hear Bettina as she approached him, and it was not until she almost stood beside him that he noticed her presence in the stillness of the sacredness about them."Father Henry," she called out sharply, her voice cutting through the air like a knife.Henry turned, a look of surprise crossing his features before he composed himself. "Miss Bettina, what brings you here at this hour?"Bettina took a deep breath, stea
Khana paced in her small, cozy apartment, the tension in her body reflective of the turmoil in her mind. Notwithstanding the serenity of her surroundings, Khana did not feel one bit calm.Her thoughts were consumed with Henry. Ever since their first conversation, she had felt this almost inexplicable connection toward him, which just seemed to grow stronger with each day. Yet, her mind still lingered on the confrontation with Bettina earlier. She knew that her friend was right—there were real consequences to her pursuit of a priest.Khana stopped before the mirror, her reflection staring back at her. Her dark eyes were wide with indecision; her eyebrows furrowed. "What am I doing?" she whispered to herself. "This is madness."Khana sank into the overstuffed armchair by the window, her head buried in her hands. "Why does it have to be so complicated?" she murmured. She closed her eyes, trying to find clarity in the tumult of her emotions.She stood up abruptly, her decision made. "I h
Khana was awakened by her phone’s loud beeping which cut through her sleep like a knife. Groggily, she reached for it on the nightstand, squinting her eyes at the bright light before her. There were many missed calls and urgent messages from one person.“What is wrong with this person? Do they have to disturb my peace so early in the morning?” she asked herself while still touching the surface of her nightstand.She then groaned loudly and made an effort to get out of bed but only managed to sit up straight at its edge.“Eleven missed calls? How is that even possible?” Khana said aloud with shock all over her face.She was unable to press the redial button, as the screen flashed. "Khana, dear..."Her heart raced as a sense of dread settled in her chest upon hearing her mom's subtle weep. She sat up quickly, the remnants of sleep clinging to her mind like cobwebs."Mom, what happened? You don't sound good," Khana asked, her voice trembling."Khana, please come to the hospital. It's yo
Khana found herself pulling into the parking lot of a bar. The neon sign flickered invitingly, and she realized she needed something to numb the pain, even if just for a little while. She walked inside, the dim lighting and murmur of voices a stark contrast to the chaos in her mind.She made her way to the bar and ordered a drink, her hands still shaking. The alcohol burned as it went down, but it provided a momentary relief from the storm inside her. She drank another, and then another until the edges of her reality began to blur.The dimly lit bar buzzed with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses, but for Khana, the noise was nothing more than a dull background to her swirling thoughts. She sat alone at the corner table, nursing her drink, lost in the whirlwind of her own troubles.She wanted to forget all her troubles: First was about her father lying in the ICU, his frail body fighting for each breath. The weight of his illness pressed heavily on her heart, casting a shadow
His heart sank as the weight of her mistake crashed down upon him. With a heavy heart, Richard's smile faltered, his eyes clouded with confusion and hurt. And as he turned to leave. His tears mingled with the cold pavement beneath. "Henry, I still love you," says Khana. She kissed the man whose heart was shattered to pieces.“All these years she still loved him, so where was I?” he asked himself. Richard closed his eyes and let the time tell what would happen next. All he knew was that he wanted her, even if her heart belonged to someone else.The rain had started to fall, each drops a cold, silent echo of the turmoil within Richard's heart. He stood still, the dampness seeping through his coat, yet he hardly noticed the chill. His eyes were locked on Khana, whose kisses still lingered on his lips, a kiss meant for another man.Khana’s words reverberated in his mind. "Henry, I still love you." She had said it with such passion, such conviction, that it felt like a knife twisting in h
Khana woke up to the sensation of sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow on her bare skin. She blinked her eyes open, taking a moment to orient herself. The events of the previous night were a blur, but she remembered being picked up from the bar. She yawned, and the blanket dropped, revealing half of her body. Khana woke up, groggy and disoriented, her senses slowly coming back to her. She glanced around and realized she was naked, the covers barely clinging to her body. Her eyes widened slightly as she realized she was naked. Quickly, she pulled the covers up to her chin, glancing around to find her clothes scattered across the room.She sighed, feeling a mix of confusion and discomfort. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she stood up and gathered her clothes. As she headed to the bathroom, she couldn't help but smile, recalling how Henry had swooped in like a knight in shining armor. The memory of his strong arms around her, guiding her to the car, wa
Pulling into the café parking lot, Khana spotted Bettina sitting at a corner table inside. She walked in, her steps quick and purposeful, and sat down across from her friend."Bettina, what's going on?" Khana asked, her voice shaky.Bettina leaned forward, her expression serious. "Khana, I didn't know how to tell you this, but you need to know the truth about Richard. He...""What about him? Cut to the chase and spill it out," Khana said, crossing her legs and raising her eyebrows.Bettina faked a tear. She uttered, "He doesn't have much time left."Khana's heart pounded. "What do you mean?""He returned from China as early as he could to tell me this. He was afraid that it would spread fast, so he asked for help from me to hide it from everyone. He even hid it from his family," Bettina replied."What is he hiding then?" Khana asked, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion."The reason he is so desperate to have you as his wife is because he wants to feel loved by the wom