James:
It was mid-week and I still happen to be lost. Ever since Ella left my office in anger, yet again, I have been a nervous wreck. Perhaps my concern came across as spying but how else would I have known the trauma of her childhood or the issues she had to j
James:As I got up that Saturday morning, things felt a tad different. Damn!! I was officially old now. “Happy Birthday!!” Mum entered my bedroom screaming in her shrill voice with excitement. Apparently, the whole house was decorated with honeycomb balloo
James:I could feel the disappointment seeping through my veins as people around started looking at me wondering what happened. I watched her merrily tap away to Irish folklore and later socialize with the industry bigwigs like a true opportunist. Nodding my head side
James:Throngs of people had started gathering along the hallway to see what the commotion was about. My security guards instantly formed a human wall to manage the situation. Still physically holding me back, David gently whispered, “Mr. Holt, I know you’
Ella:I got up with a start, screaming for help, someone save me from Joe! I was screaming but no-one could hear me. I was hyperventilating and my heart was still pounding hard against the rib-cage. It took me a moment after looking at the medical tag on my hand to re
Ella:My thoughts were intervened by a steady knock on the door followed by a team of doctors entering the room. James woke up promptly as though he was on some military training.
Ella:By the time I got out of the bathroom, my breakfast of eggs on avocado toast served with almonds, cashews, and a pistachio milkshake was waiting for me in bed. I was feeling so much better already after gobbling all of the deliciousness. James was nowhere to be
Ella:I turned into the brightest shade of red, his declaration making me feel tingly and warm all over. Unable to meet his gaze, I shyly bury my head in his chest, between the open folds of his white cotton shirt.
Ella:Next, Lisa led me to the guest room which was at least ten times bigger than my childhood bedroom. There were glass curtain walls, barrel-vaulted ceilings, velvet upholstery, custom-designed Pucci furniture, and envy-inducing Pisacco artworks.