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My new life

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As she ran, the cool breeze whipped through her hair, and the scent of freshly baked bread wafted from the nearby bakery, enticing her senses. She slowed down, her eyes scanning the street for a place to escape the pressures of her life. “ There it is 123 Lavender Lane shop 37”.

That's when she saw it – a small bakery, its warm lights and inviting aroma drawing her in. She pushed open the door, and the bell above it rang out, welcoming her to a world of comfort and peace.

Inside, the baker, Dave, looked up from his work, his eyes locking onto hers. Lisha felt a spark of connection, and for the first time in her life, she felt like she could be herself. “Hey, you must be Lisha judging by the wedding dress. My mom told me about you , come sit down and have something to eat”. “Dave right?”. He nodded . “ I’m not really hungry right now “. “ Nonsense I’m sure you are all worked up with all the running you did , and I took a lot of effort in making this bread, my mom told me it’s your favourite “.

Dave's kindness and warmth enveloped her, and Lisha knew she had found a refuge.

Within a few days she worked alongside Dave, learning the art of baking and sharing stories, Lisha felt a sense of freedom she had never known before. She was no longer the heiress, bound by duty and expectation; she was just Lisha , living in the moment.

The bakery became her sanctuary, and Dave, her confidant. Together, they laughed, talked, and baked, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. Lisha realised that she didn't need the luxuries of her old life; she just needed to be happy. In the search of happiness Lisha and Dave planned to get married. Lisha and Dave's wedding was a far cry from the grand affair that had been planned with Alex. They decided on a small, intimate ceremony at the local park, surrounded by a handful of close friends and family members who supported their love. Lisha wore a simple yet elegant dress she had found at a thrift store, and Dave wore a suit that had been borrowed from a friend. They exchanged vows in front of a beautiful tree that was known to fulfil people’s wishes , with the sun shining down on them.

The reception was held at the bakery, where Dave worked his magic to create a delicious spread of food for their guests. Lisha's father, who secretly attended the wedding however, was not pleased with their union. He had envisioned a different future for his daughter, one with wealth and status.Their small wedding may not have been the most luxurious, but it was perfect in its own way. It was a celebration of their love, and the start of a new chapter in their lives together.As they shared their kiss as husband and wife, Lisha's father looked on, his expression softening slightly. Maybe, just maybe, he would come to accept Dave and the life they were building together.

On the very same night after the wedding, Lisha insisted that they return to the sacred tree they got married under to repeat their vows. “ Your mother told me that that tree can make wishes come true and can fulfil the desires of human flesh “ . “ Lisha you know my mom is superstitious, why don’t we just celebrate our wedding night and leave the tree thing?”. “No!, let’s go first and then we will celebrate the wedding night “. “Okay…okay”. Lisha only had one wish , for Dave to love her forever and was willing to sacrifice anything for the wish to be fulfilled.

“It’s a full moon Dave”.

“And still I’m here under a tree” . Lisha took a thorn of a rose that was near a tree and gashes hers and her husband’s thumb . They connected their bloody thumbs together and started reciting the wedding vows.

“I promise to love you so deeply, to be a loving and supportive wife in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer. I promise to obey and fulfil every wish of yours and always put you first and support you always till death do us part”.

“ I promise to be a loving husband to you, provide for you , support you in every way possible and always be your cheerleader for richer and poorer, in sickness and health till death do us part “.

With the blood oath they took , mysterious things started happening as if they were under an irresistible spell, no matter how hard they try to run they could not escape it.

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  • Till death murder us apart   Better meaning to life pt2

    Despite the rich aroma that had taken over the entire floor no one bought anything, not a single croissant…not a single muffin.People passed by the display, slowed down… looked…And then—“Just coffee, please.”Again.And again.And again.Dave noticed but he stayed quiet, leaning casually against the counter, pretending not to care until someone finally said it out loud.A man in line chuckled, loud enough for others to hear.“If his coffee was that bad…” he shrugged, smirking, “what do you think the baking tastes like?”A few people laughed under their breath.Another added, “Smells can lie, you know.”Dave exhaled slowly through his nose. Dave remained composed but the excitement from earlier dimmed—just a little.The cafeteria doors opened and silence followed. Lisha walked in. Not passing by. Not sending Clara. Not avoiding the crowd like she always did.She walked in and stayed. Heads turned instantly. Forks paused mid-air. Conversations died without warning.“She… she’s eati

  • Till death murder us apart   Better meaning to life

    The machines arrived before sunrise. Dave was already awake. Not just awake—ready.There was an energy in him that hadn’t been there in a long time. He moved faster, lighter, almost as if something inside him had finally aligned with who he used to be.When he stepped out, Lisha was already there, watching him with quiet amusement.“You’re smiling this early?” she said. “That’s new.”Dave didn’t even try to hide it. “Today’s a big day.”Lisha tilted her head slightly. “You look like a child on his birthday.”Dave laughed softly, shaking his head. “You don’t get it.”“Then explain it to me,” she said.He paused for a moment, then spoke more sincerely.“This… this is the first time in a while I feel like I can actually do something. Not just exist. Not just… survive.” He looked at her. “So yeah—it means a lot.”Something in his tone made her expression soften.“You’re welcome,” she said quietly.Dave nodded, grateful. “Thank you, Lisha. Really.”They left together. And as they walked in

  • Till death murder us apart   New light goes on

    Dave counted the days without meaning to.Each morning felt like a step closer to something he had been craving—not just purpose, but identity. The baking machines. Until then, reality humbled him.His first official day behind the counter was… far from impressive.“I asked for a latte, not a life decision,” one customer muttered after taking a sip.Another simply stared at the cup, then at Dave, and said, “Are you experimenting on us?”Dave forced a smile through it all, nodding politely, apologizing more times than he could count.Behind him, one of the staff whispered, “Too much foam,” while another quietly took over a drink he had just made. But he didn’t quit.By the third day, something shifted.“Less water, more control,” one coworker guided, standing beside him.“Watch the pour,” another added. “Feel it, don’t fight it.”They were patient, surprisingly so. And Dave listened—carefully, humbly, learning with every mistake. Each bad cup became a better one. Each complaint became

  • Till death murder us apart   New light

    Lisha barely slept that night. Morning couldn’t come fast enough. The idea of finally pulling Dave into her world—not as a guest, but as part of it—brought a quiet excitement she didn’t bother to question.Dave, on the other hand, woke before dawn.He stood in front of the mirror longer than usual, adjusting his suit, smoothing out invisible creases. It felt unfamiliar—too polished, too distant from the man he used to be. When he stepped out, Lisha was already waiting.“Early,” she noted.Dave gave a small smile. “Didn’t want to be late on my first day.”For a brief moment, something like approval passed through her eyes.“Let’s go.”The drive was quiet, but not uncomfortable. There was a strange shift between them—less tension, more… alignment.As they stepped out of the car, Dave glanced down at himself and chuckled lightly.“I feel like a rich man in this suit,” he teased.Lisha smirked faintly. “You look the part.”But the moment they entered everything changed. Heads turned and c

  • Till death murder us apart   A pink heart is good

    Lisha was not a woman who missed details. She had been watching Dave closely for days. The way he moved through the house without purpose.The long silences.The distant look in his eyes whenever he thought no one was paying attention.One afternoon, she found him seated in the living room, staring blankly at nothing in particular.“Dave,” she called gently.He looked up, slightly startled. “Yeah?”“Come,” she said, gesturing toward the sitting area. “Let’s talk.”There was something different in her tone—less commanding, more… human. Dave hesitated for a moment before joining her.For a while, neither of them spoke. Then Lisha broke the silence.“You’re not settling in,” she said plainly.It wasn’t a question. Dave let out a quiet breath, rubbing his hands together.“I’m trying,” he replied. “It’s just… different.”“Different how?”He paused. And for the first time since moving in, he didn’t filter himself completely.“I miss them,” he admitted quietly.Lisha didn’t interrupt.“Adia…

  • Till death murder us apart   Let me divorce you

    Days turned into weeks, and yet nothing felt settled.For Gladys and Sarah, confusion slowly hardened into certainty—certainty that there was only one person responsible for the destruction of what once looked like a perfect family.Lisha.Gladys visited Dave more often than usual, sitting across from him in the quiet house that no longer felt like a home.“Talk to me, my son,” she would plead gently. “This is not you. You don’t walk away from love like this.”But Dave had perfected silence. Every answer he gave was short, careful, and empty of truth.“I’m doing what’s best,” he would say.And each time, Gladys would leave more unconvinced than before.Across town, Sarah tried just as hard.Adia sat with Ava in her arms, her face calm but distant, as Sarah spoke with a mixture of frustration and heartbreak.“This is not the girl I raised,” Sarah said one afternoon. “You don’t give up like this. You don’t just let someone take your life away.”Adia forced a faint smile.“It’s already g

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