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Strong are those who keep their self esteem above anything, not fighting back and taking all the torments what comes in, and calling this outpaced preservance which is uneeded and harmful as ones strength is just a layer to deceive the weak and timid heart which don't knows to fight back.
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“Selene”
“Hey, Stop are you trying to ignore your husband. Don’t you know you are committing a blunder by doing this.” The pathetic voice striked my ears, it was, Mariah. The same pathetic, heartless soul.
She was here speaking up for him as if Mr Mafia doesn’t own any voice of his own. He look more funnier, and less threatening I must accept. Now no longer his presence could scare me or send the similar chills down my nerves.
I choose to ignore, in reaction I listened to splitting sound of chair and fast moving steps full of rage approaching me in anger.
“Stop.” The voice was now very much audible and close, he came closer standin
***** There are a million thing to woe, the only need is to find just a solitary hope to shine and smile. ***** "When I got to know about your relationship and affair, to be true, I was very startled and worried. I never knew if my daughter has made a correct choice, after all she is still my little girl. I had always fulfilled her every wish, her mother blind love has made her very outward and tantrumatic. She would just made a wish and it was always fulfilled by hook or crook.So probably this time also she thought that she will be able to get her things done. We will conceed to all her wishes. But it can't be like this everytime!" Dad was talking to Mariah, and Tristan. I was now able to understand the matter and all the point of this discussion. But this knowledge was not helping me out rather rit broke me further, making me feel more and more vulnerable. "Mariah! You might have thought that it would very easy to get my word, and I wi
****** The absurdity of life, however hard and struggling the path is; the destination is far more stunning. ****** ~Selene To Dad the truth that behind the identity Tristan there is not anyone else but Deven, came like an unexpected thunderbolt. What was more unbelievable for him was the fact that he is here not for Selene but Mariah, the shocking proposal he had put forward to marry Mariah has just blown away his senses, the shock was clearly visible through his face expressions and his actions. He very well understand and knew that now his daughter Selene is married, he thought that probably Tristan and Twinkle might be a transient story of childhood which extinguished with time. He didn't have a far sighted idea of the hidden love blossoming in each others heart, and just because of the play of destiny all love is worth nothing but just pain and misunderstandings. He was totally unaware that he is discussing the mar
******** The power of love so talked and boasted about, is never seen but certainly felt. What is less popular and rarely spoke of is fear of love, wrong doings of love, the love as destructor and the forbidden, bitter spells of love which are not as enchanting as they seem to be. ******** The hard strike of his palm on her right cheek could still be fact in vibrations of her skin. Shocked and outrageous, her eyes were still fixed at him. The person who always saved her from all over and flow of life, the person who once had beaten a boy black and blue just because he pushed her out of his way. And then she remembered how the same person once snapped the hairs of a girl in boy cut just because she was making fun of her curly messy hairs. There were numerous instances she could remember of, being Deven the hero the saviour of her life. But today, who stands in front of her was a spoiled disgusting image of a boy looking exactly like the person sh
*****“The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together."~As you like it.***** Tears trailing down, all little existent hopes vanished, what left was a stubborn heart which was trying hard to get rid of emotion called love. "Hate him leave him, stop thinking about him, he must have no place in your life." Brain continuously sent signals all through out her body, her brain was trying hard to make her comply to and accept the reality, but how ever hard she try a stubborn heart keep on resisting, , it was impossible to hurl him out of her heart. In form of hate or love, whatsoever, the reality is that he could never cease to exist for her. Walking through the distance from one corner to the another corner, reaching the table I picked up a glass of water and sat down calmly. Calm like a storm, the sea before a cyclone, I sat down.Those two pathetic faces and apathetic souls, we're sitting on the other opposite part of the room on sofa.
******* Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find. -Shakespeare ******* Dad was adamant on his demand, he wanted to meet his son in law anyhow and won't listen to any of the reason I has been providing. I can't tell him the truth of Tristan and mine marriage. What he demanded had become for me next to impossible to be deemed fulfilled.My mind had stopped working and I can't think of any idea, with no clue of what to do next, and how I shall reply him, with what accuse. I stood there silent and confused. Kept on wondering a way out when an idea striked my mind. My last resolve to appear out of this situation. The only way out. "I must call Allen, he would help me." This idea striked my mind and right away I did called him. As usual he was here, right in front of me, my tears can't stop rolling and the way he hugged me and checked if everything is fine around me. It touched my heart. Sometim
"Leave her; Haven't you listen. Or you want me to leave you." It was Mariah's voice agitated and angry, he roared at him giving me pissed off side gazes, challenging me with all the worst things in the world. But little did I cared about her gazes meant for me. I was more intrigued by Tristan's change in behaviour. I had decided that I will tell Dad that Allen is my husband, since however I can't make him meet Tristan. This was a very rational decision taken after a long thought and not in fury of the moment. I was totally aware of what I was doing and I didn't have any doubts or fear regarding my decision. Since I knew Allen would always be there to support me, so I can count him to be my close friend, who could help me out of this situation. After all what other choice of decision had life left me with. I can't surely tell Dad that Tristan is my husband, so this is only the way out. It doesn't bother me a bit what does Tristan think, what is his view, or wh
"I know I love him but..." But now it's worthless to fight for saving this relationship which was never alive or existent. It was just me and me here, alone holding the strings from both the sides trying to ammend all the breaks and holding the threads strongly pulled together. I was the one putting all the efforts, even after failing myself a multiple times, even after losing myself a multiple times, I never gave up, I never gave up on him. This is it. If that's how things break, let it be, unannounced, disastrously and violent. With every step I took away from him, I tried to erase each and every memory related to him from my mind, either good or bad. Nothing of it must matter to me now. "Why does he so effected? I always knew the Tristan who was never affectionate or concerned for me. He always held grudges and hatred for me. He whined at my presence in his life as if I am a living curse for him. Now when I am leaving home hy does he want me to sta
******* Endless sleepless nights, those broken hearts and hopeless soul, everything has it's own dawn now or later, light is inevitable and pure, it is bound to shine above you on your life one day. ******* "Dad" We went towards his room, I was quite nervous and anxious, since all these years I had never spoken a lie to him. I had never kept him in blinds. But since few days I had already said a lot of huge valiant lie to him, now I am going to say another big unbelievable lie to him. "Sorry Dad for whatever I am doing, but I am doing this for your well being, I don't want you to get hurt. You won't be able to bear the grunt of the sharp truths, it will hurt you badly. Sorry." My head was surrounded by various thoughts. Things kept telecastimg can't to back, amidst all this nuisance I tried to calm my heart. I assured myself, whatever I am doing is currently the best choice, and probably I am doing nothing wrong. I stood there muddling