Despite loathing him, he had to send the invitation to Dawson at the very moment. He called Velvet and asked her to send one at his address too. Ruby remained silent through out the way, as the feelings were overwhelming for her and she felt vulnerable. The way he looked her with those sharp eyes made her feel so many things. Fear, love, jealousy, happiness, there was so much in his eyes. The way he looked at her made her feel scared of him. It was in a while that he horrified her. Smith dropped her home and leaned in to place a kiss on her cheek. She barely smiled to him. "Are you feeling unwell?" He asked her, extremely suspicious of her behavior after meeting Dawson. "Yeah fine, just feeling feverish" she replied, rubbing her forehead. "Let's go to hospital then" he suggested, concerned about her. "No I'm fine, I'll take a tablet and it'll be over within a day" she replied and tried to open the car door. He wanted to ask her what was wrong with his rush but didn't stop her w
He came back home and on his way to his study, he grabbed a bottle of beer from the kitchen cabinet. Shutting the door with force, he sat down on the floor against it and took out the cork. Pressing it against his mouth, he drank the sour, bitter liquid as if water. Beer was always some energy drink to him. And now that he was down, feeling low, he was sure that it can help him. He tore the shirt apart he was wearing, as the buttons flew away far. The wound was hurting real bad, as he looked at the freshly done bandage. She touched him while wearing that ring! He was so pissed at the moment that he didn't cared about his wound and took off that bandage immediately. Now only the cotton was stick against because of the sticky ointment. He laid down and closed his eyes. He won't let her marry him, he promised himself as he repeated the words against his lips. "I won't let him touch you, you're only mine" he whispered to himself, to the dark, empty room with half closed eyes. Half
She was accompanied by the girls as she got out of the salon. The driver opened the car door for her and she sat in. It was not same car and it was beautiful decorated with purple tulips too. She admired it for a few seconds and then sat right in. She didn't even look at herself for long in the mirror. She didn't know how she was looking, either a beautiful bride or just an average one. The girls waved her as the driver drove the car out of the place. She knew where they were heading. She was going to marry Smith, it was her wedding day. When that ring on her finger will officially make her his wife. It was painful as if constantly burning in anguish. She wanted to cry so bad, wanted someone to lend her a shoulder but none, there was no one to accompany her of share her pain. She was silent through out the way. It was very long drive until she reached the venue. And sister Amelia recieved her. The mansion which was especially arranged for the guests and bride, Sister Amelia took h
"hello Ruby, I just wanted to see. And Simon was also missing his mother." Amber came in and sat beside her. "Can you give him to me?" She asked Amber as her heart overflowed with emotions of holding her baby. Amber gave Simon into her lap. Simon pulled on her white dress as he cooed. She placed kisses on his cheek and forehead. She spend some time with Simon when a female waiter came inside to inform her that it's the time now, everyone is waiting for bride. The words gave her goosebumps and she was finding energy within herself to get up and go with them. She knew she can't step back now, guests were there, Smith was waiting for her but Simon was sitting in her lap which was halting her steps. But before she could say anything, Amber picked up Simon from her lap. "I think it's the time, let's go! Guests must be waiting. Simon already told me to bring you out but I forgot while talking" sister Amelia stood and made her stand too. She picked up the fresh bouquet of roses which s
the vital monitor was beeping continuously, making an unusually disturbing sound. The lifeless body of the woman laid on the hospital bed was completely unconscious. Her arms and chest were invaded by all kinds of IV needles and electrodes. She was kept on an continuous oxygen support as her SPO2 kept dropping gradually. The group of doctors in white coats, standing beside her bed were making calculative assumptions about her. The expressions on their faces clearly indicating about how hopeless they were about her survival. All this while a teenage girl was standing against the glass wall, looking rather desperate as her eyes were fixed on the poor woman. Her chocolate brown, wavy hair reaching the mid of her back were sprayed loosely on her shoulders. Her sterling gray eyes were brimmed up with salty tears as she looked distressed. Her young face looked rather messy with eye bags and flushed cheeks. Her attention averted when she saw the doctors coming out of the room
He was in his office, sitting calmly on his chair, indulged in a deep thought. His eyes were focused on something more particular, a picture stuck between his rough fingers. He was staring at the younger version of the girl, he met just a few hours ago. She was still the same, just got more beautiful and skinny after hitting puberty. "I'm surprised Christopher, the fate made me meet with your daughter again" he smirked maliciously. Flash back "Sir, her name is Ruby Jane, the daughter of a man named Christopher Adams. He died in a car accident seven years ago. Her mother named Samantha is currently admitted in hospital, almost dying die to a heart disease. Samantha knew about the murderer of her husband who hit and ran that night. And she went to court and filed a case against......" Joseph stopped hastily, not daring to utter the name in front of his boss. In fear he batted his eyes lashes, and waited for him t
She was looking through the old racks of books in the old store room, in hope that she would find something useful which would disclose the identity of that hidden man. She was sure that somehow that man must have a relation with her mother in past that's why he helped her.She desperately turned the pages of the second diary of Samantha which was 10 years old, but unlucky her, she found no clue.The moon was full and it's white visible light was seeping through the old broken glass window. The light breeze was flowing, producing the sound of rattling leaves, making her hair slide on her bare shoulder. With a pouty face she got up again and opened the last drawer of the legless table, making a unpleasant squeaky noise.A thick layer of dust hiding the design of the vintage cover and old quality of paper looking rather rough. Stuffed between dirty pieces of paper, she seemed hesitant to pick up that trash looking journal.As soon he
Her eyes were supposed to shed tears endlessly, her mouth was supposed to mourn for her mother's loss, her heart was supposed to rip apart at the news and her state was supposed to collapse but nothing happened. And she stood there, blank and expressionless. She simply sat on the bench and waited for her mother's body to be packed. Not a word formed on her tongue neither her mind was able to think anymore. Only thing which kept poking her whole existence like a sharp needle was, "I lost both of them, one by one". Frozen state, cold hands, deserted eyes and dry mouth, nothing bothered her. It all suddenly felt like a part of her. What can she do now? There was nothing left, everyone left her one by one. 'you came alone in this world and you shall leave alone' she remembered when her father told her. She was about 8 years old so she couldn't understand the meaning behind it but now it all seemed to fix at the right