“Is he asleep?” Hazel whispered in Adam’s ear from behind as she bent slightly. Her hands held a tray on which there was a vanilla cake. It was layered with grape jelly and strawberries and blueberries. It was made by Hazel and Adam. Only because Adam was fond of cooking at a young age, he wanted to help Hazel and ended up decorating it with her from the bottom of his heart. The word ‘PAPA’ on the surface of the cake was written by Adam. It looked like the words had paralysis yet Hazel admired it. Or else everything was done by Hazel. The flavours they added were Christian’s favourite. Especially vanilla. They knew about that. Not much time had passed since they had returned from their honeymoon. They had returned from Japan two days ago because Hazel remembered his birthday and wanted to celebrate the day with their son. Even though Christian forgot about it like he used to forget every year, Hazel remembered. Sanam and Heer were not at home. Had gone out for some important work
“Love,” he called her lovingly. He bent slightly and hugged her from behind, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. Her body found relaxation in his arms but she chooses not to answer him. She was upset with him. She could not forget that. Christian sighed after he did not get her response. She stared at the view outside her room through the window and it was raining outside. Trees outside were greener than before and the smell of wet soil and leaves mixed together reached them.Hazel loved rain but she could not go out and enjoy that because she was seven months pregnant. Autumn has started and the weather always turned colder than usual whenever it rained. Even the greenery outside was fading away because of the season but who could make a heart understand? She still desired to enjoy it and Christian was stopping her. He could not leave her out like that. “Haze,” he said. She still did not answer him and hugged herself inside the blanket that was wrapped around her body. She was
The steps began to falter as she was moving away from his sight. Of course, her body could not bear the sorrow of going away from him. Sure, someone has rightly said that there is a limit to the pain. At some step or the other, that pain becomes so deep, that it can be easily recognized by touching; becomes so loud that its sound settles in the ears; so visible that it can be seen with the naked eye. Perhaps even though pain is actually a mental emotion, it is reflected by the body like a mirror. Not only the legs, but the whole body was trying to stop her there because the desire of the body was the same — he. It was in the possession of the soul and the soul was blind in the longing to meet him. Because it knows — the soul knows its mate, its partner, its humdard.Tears blurred her vision and were harshly wiped away for committing the mistake of shedding recklessly for him, falling uncontrollably for herself. She did not want to feel sorry for herself anymore. For her, getting att
“Mr Daud,” The voice that came out from behind him was covered with a layer of slight concern. But standing in front, the restless but still the someone who retained a charm that drew everyone towards him, did not move an inch. He stood there like a rock and was eagerly looking for someone around him. The unknown man, who wore confusion as a facial expression, approached Christian and stood straight before continuing, “Mr Daud, you should be inside. Your parents and Mr Smith are waiting for you at the dining table.” Christian turned to glance at the old man whose confusion was now no more masked on his face. He was normal, though he wanted to know why Christian was looking this worried. But he did not step ahead to ask about it, he stepped ahead to clear something else, “And sir, please consider it important. The man whom you pushed is now grumbling nonsense. He’s saying that you came to see someone important outside. Someone whom we don’t know.” A bitter frown dominated his face a
Sitting on a settee, her whole attention was taken by the work in her hands. Her knees were bent and there laid a thick fabric on which she was sewing a golden lace. Her thin brows were corrugated and her movements were careful. And Eliseva was watching her keenly. “Hazel?” She asked, making her halt right there. She put the needle aside and looked at her, mumbling, “What, Eliseva?” Still, the stubborn girl is never ready to call her by her nickname. Eliseva could not help but scoff mentally. “Do you want to come tonight?” She asked, raising her brows. She glanced down at the girl on her feet who stopped and switched to her second feet to apply the nail polish. “Eliseva, it’s not like you’ll leave me alone if I asked you to do so,” she answered, her voice coming polite but her words so sharp that Eliseva winced. She tsked and shook her head. “Tonight I can listen to you.” She shrugged, leaving the girl surprised. How easy was that, was it not? But why Eliseva had this meharban on
A faint sound met her ears that caught her attention. She hurriedly looked in that direction, turning down the volume of the television. She saw Iqrar moving in and then pushing the door close. “How was your day?” she asked while she stretched back her legs which were laid before her on another couch. Her grey eyes scanned him down as he looked tired. “It was good,” he answered her. He moved in her direction and sat next to her. His arm lay on the headrest of the couch and his legs spread wide as he sat in that alpha position. He smirked down at her when she smiled softly at him. Their eyes locked and she could see how dark his eyes were. Every time she looked into his eyes, she found them usually dark. Though the colour was already dark, his dilated pupils made it darker and even hotter. The look in them always made her nervous and she still wondered what was so special about her that made him look at her like that. “And the case?” She looked away and held the jug to fill a glass
A terrible sound of breaking things jolted everybody around. The man in his study room — as he was having a meeting with some of his partners, flinched in his spot. He grabbed the edge of the table and a sigh escaped him. He looked up at the members and gave them an apologetic smile, uttering, “I shall go out and check. Excuse me.” He got up as all of them just nodded. He left the room, his body posture a bit nervous but then, he squared his shoulders and walked ahead until he spotted the scattered pieces of an antique vase lying near a table, placed against the white wall. He sighed when he found a red stiletto heel lying with the pieces and then, his restless gaze immediately turned to look at the stairs. There he spotted his everything — his loving daughter, marching up to her room, stomping her feet against the floor. There was one sandal on her foot while the other was bare. She was having difficulty but she was so stubborn that she did not even care about her discomfort. She
“And then I dashed out!” Both of them burst into laughter when Iqrar completed his story. They flopped on the bed and laid down together, still laughing while holding their stomachs. “You… You were so naughty in your childhood!” She turned to look at him and he chuckled. She smiled when she heard that deep laughter. It was as if dipped in gold. It sounded so rich and mesmerizing that she could not help but succumb to it. Even his laughter was sexy. “I still am,” he smiled as he stopped laughing and looked back at her. The smile she had was soft. He loved it. Loved it so much that he could not help but caress her cheek lovingly, making her sigh in relief. “I see,” she mumbled and saw his pupils dilating. The darkness in his eyes increased and she knew the meaning. Though it always irked her with other men, she could not help but find it beautiful with Iqrar. This man was something else. Something so addictive. Her favourite. And as if magnetized by the depth in his eyes, the sinful