"I will be seeing both of my daughters get married in front of my own eyes." It was Dad, speaking with incomparable excitement.
We were very much intrigued after listening to it. Our heads were muddling at the thought, what does he mean. He alraedy know that I am married, so why is he talking about my marriage. Does that mean, he wants me and Allen and Mariah, Deven to be married in front of him. Holy shit. I am already married, and I would have dealt with all the pains and problems but this new giant problem standing in front of me left me clueless. What will I do now? I can't marry Allen.
Due to me Allen is struggling with all this stupidity, why would he even marry me. We are just friends. That's already another level of help he has helped me with, I don't want him to go another mile for me. I could never marry him. I never thought of him as such.
Looking around me, I saw in circles was standing Allen, Deven and Mariah and this weird statement of Dad
"I want both my daughter's to be married in front of my eyes, Selene you will also marry again with Allen, moreover by the time when marriage happens you four will living with me in front of my eyes, under the same roof, I wanted to access if you are a perfect pair, if you all love and care for your partners. These old eyes had seen a lot of things and hence is a step more privileged and my innocent daughter's eyes." The words of Dad came as befell of danger. Alarmed and confused I looked at Allen. What shall I do? I can't marry Allen and then Allen might also be having a lot of his works to be done, I can't let him to spoil his time and work due to me. "So, we will have both of the sister's marriage on the same day, till then Cadie take both the daughters to their respective room with their husbands, they must take some rest." Dad told Cadie, she nodded, however she herself looked shocked at his husband's decision. She knew all the truth but his bias and hard core lov
I was stunned to see Deven break through all the chains to reach me. I don't know if I took it right, but from what it seems, he was struggling hard to keep me away from Allen, on the way it doesn't matter what he had to do. It was him, who has also upset Mariah, by deciding about living with me in the room. After, seeing him not doing what dad said and doing what I never expected him to do, one thing is evident to me; he has some feelings for me. I do exist for him. At least, my presence affects him, I do affect him, not with the same intensity with which his actions entail me, but yeah my actions does matter to him"Allen now you can go back to your house, I don't think now you need to waste your precious time here. Don't worry, you will not need to marry her. I will see a way out." Whatever Deven was saying came to me as a shock, firstly he was talking with Allen with so much calm and preservance, which is totally opposite of his personality and now when he is saying that
****** Those with a poisoned heart, would always emit poisiom, however hard we try to fill them with nectar. ****** These words of disgrace and mockery from both of their mouths was lancing my heart. They both are all filled with negativity, their ill mind kept on generating ill and horrible thoughts, which they end up radiating upon me. "I feel pity on both of you and your thoughts, I believe and well understand now that I can't expect anything good or worthy to be spoken by you." Saying this I walked past them towards my room. With anger raging and fuming within my nerves, a heated brain, and than inconsolable anger on both of the souls which have left no stone unturned to make my life a living hell. Thinking about all what happened in the hall, all those disgusting conversation and taunts kept telecasting in front of my mind, with clenched fist and a heart fill with wrath for him I was moving in rage. Entering the room in absent minde
******** Chilled waves of winter so tormenting and outrageous feels so inviting when brushes through the skin in summer. Maybe it's the situation which is wrong and not the person. ******** Messing up with things as I usually do, I had hit upon the chair, and had my left leg stuck into it, making me prone to a serious fall which could have broken some of my bones if he hadn't catched me in time. I just doubt his weird ways of action, he is the one who pushs me to the hell and then the same Deven pulls me out just from the edge before I swoop inside it. His arms curled around my waist and his body hovering upon mine, my palms resting at his chest, which felt more and more vivid due to the vibrating heart beneath, lively and explicit. Tightening his hold around me he pulled me up, making my body clash with his chest, knotting my fingers around his collar, I ensured not to fall again. His eyes intuitive and carrying unknown spells was still
******* Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. -William Shakespeare ******* Acting non chalant and trying to ignore his presence in the room, I stood there making circles at the satin fabric of my dress. "I said look at me. Don't act dumb." He chided like usual, roaring at the top of his throat, he is the perfect example of being manerless, and still expects from people complete obedience. However hard I try go resist him, not to be chided away or afraid from him, I don't know what hooks my heart to the core, I end up feeling extremely vulnerable and could not find any way out of the situation I am stuck
******* The torments of destiny, horrid and terrifying, the harder we try to walk past them, in the end we are still left petrified. The spells of love immortal and magical could change everything but the doubt still remains, are they capable of overcoming the essence of fate and time. ******* "Your beloved Mariah, must be waiting for you. Go to her, talk to her, she must be waiting for you and you are wasting both yours and mine time in standing over here and talking about foolish things." He was there in front of me, in a serious mode, with eyes fixed upon me, and studying me in depth, his gaze is unbearable, however hard I try to act ignorant this man always makes my heart tumble within the walls. There was notification tone of my mobile phone, it rang and reached my ears. Walking past aside him, I picked up my mobile phone, to see who might have messaged me. My unique antique piece of mobile vibrated badly due t
****** In oblivion and under grim clouds of darkness we chose the wrong path, irrespective of how hard our heart tries to get back on the correct way it knows, we bar our heart from following the intuition, instead we chooses to remain blind under the influence of the voice of our head. ****** The view in front of me was heart wrenching, blood was continuously dropping down from the injured plan which has just hit the beautiful vase and turned it into pieces. "What have you done? You are badly hurt." I can't stop myself, from running to him, holding his hand, inspecting the wound he suffered, at that moment I can't see him in pain, probably I still took him for my Deven, my heart is still to lame to understand, and holds a jar full of feeling for him. "what you have done? the blood is flowing out from the wound and it needs to be attended as soon as possible." I can't look at the the wound he has suffered it must be hurting him badly. Holding
****** Some words from heart, some divine hyms and talks between two souls, life is beautiful. ****** "I dangling between love and hate." I had made this statement when I realised I had all his attention, still holding my hand and facing me with eyes looking at the depth he adored and looked at me with a look hard to define but which was moving my heart and soul, as if trying to awake that broken heart, mend it and let it regain all the love. But all of it was not so easy, it was going to be a battle too long with no hopes to be won, still I stood there with hope and he seems to flicker light with every gaze with which he was ready to explore my heart, know me understand me. He seems to care for me, as if he wanted go listen to me, even when I stopped speaking, he kept his eyes fixed at me waiting for me to speak more and continue speaking. I stopped, stopped due to the fear of something, looking away from him, I hold back my hand, I was