TIED BY DESTINY

Daisy hesitated, feeling a mix of confusion and discomfort. The dimly lit room cast flickering shadows on the lavish furniture. The distant sound of traffic drifted through the open window, mingling with the scent of freshly cut grass.

As Noah’s hand pressed against her cheek, Daisy's heart pounded, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts.

“Stopp.. stop Noah you can’t do this.. Noah my husband’s on his way, you don’t know what he’ll do to you and me if he sees this”

Daisy spoke with a pleading voice.

“Why ... You loved me right Daisy?? Babe, it's me, your boyfriend... We’ve done it thousands of times, so why are you being fussy about it now,” Noah said while grabbing her cheeks and leaning in to kiss Daisy.

The door opened, revealing a tall man.

“What the hell are you doing in my house!” Dylan shouted while grabbing Noah’s collar.

He didn’t even give Noah a second to explain and started punching him.

“how dare you touch my wife” Dylan shouted as he kicked Noah on stomach

“Dylan! Stop! You’ll kill him,” Daisy pleaded while holding Dylan’s arm.

He brushed off his hand and said, “Don’t you dare to touch me with those dirty hands Daisy. You disgust me so much. Do I even deserve this all?” He said to Daisy with a disappointed expression.

“Dylan please.... leave him,” Daisy said while sobbing.

Dylan left Noah and grabbed Daisy’s throat and pinned her to the wall. When Daisy looked at Dylan, she was stunned, because this wasn’t the Dylan she always knew.

Anger filled his eyes, turning them a fiery shade of red, he tightened his grip around Daisy's neck with each second passing by.

“You are so shameless I can’t even believe that I’ve loved you,” Dylan said with a hint of sadness in his voice.

“Dylan it’s not what you think, please spare me, I can’t breathe,” Daisy said with a half faint voice.

Seeing Daisy's pale face, Dylan snapped back to reality. In a fit of anger, he hurled Daisy at the coffee table; the crash echoing in the room, before swiftly escaping to his room and securing it by locking the door.

After 4 hours, Dylan opened his door. He was a little tipsy and saw a small, fragile figure sleeping at the end of the couch. He went and kneeled down in front of her.

Daisy’s side of the forehead was bleeding.. A pang of pain came to Dylan’s heart as he saw the bleeding. He immediately went to his room and brought the first aid kit.

With trembling hands, Dylan started treating her wound. Because of the pain, Daisy woke up and saw Dylan treating her wound.

“Dylan, are you alright now” Daisy spoke in a sleepy voice

“don’t move, let me do the first aid.” Dylan said in a bitter voice.

Daisy didn’t speak further and started watching Dylan intensely as he was bandaging her wound.

Sensing Daisy’s stares, Dylan looked up and started stroking her hair gently.

He planted a gentle kiss on Daisy's forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he started showering her face with kisses, each one carrying the weight of an apology.

Relief washed over Daisy as she saw the look of understanding on Dylan's face, knowing that he finally realized she was mistaken.

With her delicate hand, she caressed Dylan's face and pressed her lips against his, her fingers gently running through his hair.

After a brief moment, Dylan began kissing her in return, his initial gentle kisses quickly escalating to passionate ones. With a sense of urgency, Dylan pressed himself against Daisy, deepening their kisses with each passing moment.

After a long make-out session, Daisy rested her face on Dylan’s chest and listened to his fast heart beat.

While stroking Daisy’s hair, Dylan spoke in a whispered tone, “Daisy, my love”

“Yes Dylan,” Daisy spoke almost as whisper as she was out of breath because of their past kiss.

“Look at me” as Dylan instructed with a commanding voice, Daisy followed as he told.

“So you really love him, right?” Dylan asked.

“Love who?” Daisy spoke in confusion.

“Noah” Dylan’s voice darkened as the name of his wife’s boyfriend came to his mouth.

Daisy was about to say something but Dylan intruded on her while hovering over Daisy and gently stroking his hair.

“shh, don't say anything, either you’ll lie or you'll tell the truth and both these I can’t handle. So he’s your happiness, right love?” Dylan spoke with a hint of tears in his eyes.

“No Dylan.. it’s really not like that ... Trust me..You’ve misunderstood,” Daisy said while sobbing.

Seeing Dylan with tears for the first time in her life, her heart broke like a fragile glass.

“Shhh, you don’t have to pretend anymore, my love. He’s all yours. If that’s what makes you happy, then you can have him. There is nothing holding you back now; go ahead.” Dylan’s voice trembled, almost on the verge of breaking.

Daisy's tears started streaming down from her cheeks.

“Your happiness means everything to me, so I’ll do whatever it takes to see a glimpse of happiness on your face, even if it means sacrificing my love. Anyway, my love for you was always unrequited” Dylan added while wiping Daisy's tears.

As Daisy listened, her whole world shattered into a million pieces. Trembling, she reached out and tightly embraced Dylan, her voice barely a whisper “nooo.. no Dylan Don’t say this, don’t leave me, i.. i..”

Dylan didn’t give her a second to explain. He freed himself from Daisy’s grip and went to his room. After an hour he came back with a suitcase.

He rushed to the entrance and said, “you’ll get the divorce paper tomorrow morning, and don’t worry, you’ll never see me again. Goodbye, my love”

Daisy went running to him, but it was too late. He was already in his car. Dylan started his car and drove in, flipped towards the entrance gate of his mansion. Daisy tried to follow him, but her tiny legs couldn’t match the speed of his car.

She stumbled on the floor as she hit a rock while running. She screamed in pain and shouted, “Dylan!”