Waves

It all occured on a cold night, she was wearing a long red dress. Carrying it was the most difficult thing even when she was drunk. The door of the lift opened with a ding and she got out, with one hand she slided her hair behind her ear and took slow steps in the corridor and looked for her room number, desperately looking at the closed doors. Then she remembered and took out the card from her purse. She was feeling dizzy. She read the number on it and started walking towards the door which faced her left. She turned the door knob and it was already open! She entered. It was a big dark room, lights were off or maybe it was on purpose. She instantly took her heels off and threw them on the floor at once as she could not bear the pain anymore. Without observing the surrounding she went to bathroom. She was feeling nauseated and vomited in the toilet until she felt light. Then she went under the shower and tried to unzip her dress. The zip was on back side and it was a great d

She changed her clothes and packed her bags. As she reached stairs, she walked carefully not to get recognised. She went downstairs, there were many reporters. She saw security trying their best to stop them from entering hotel. For a moment she got curious that why these reporters came here or some famous personality is staying here. Then she walked towards the exit and looked at her watch, it was 11;10. She became worried that Clara would be tired of waiting. Just then she saw a car coming towards her. It was Clara. “sorry dude! I woke up a bit late” apologised Clara. “no need! I just came” replied stella. “then let's get going” said Clara while opening the car door.  “I hope you had a good sleep yesterday” said Clara while driving. “what?” asked stella shockingly. “you were so drunk yesterday, Arthur called me to take you to hotel, I'm asking if you had a good sleep yesterday because you drank for the first time, maybe

She looked up and saw his grey eyes which were already focused on her. For the first time she saw his face so closely. “he is indeed handsome” she thought. She felt unusual attraction towards him, which she never felt before. She could feel the secretion of hormones inside her body, she was on fire. She smelt his cologne, which was different from ordinary fragrances. On the other side steven joseph’s face was expressionless. He was good at hiding his feelings and expressions. But he was losing himself in front of that innocent face. He was getting lost in those dark eyes. He never got so much attract to a girl but now he was! Her red ears and blushing cheeks were making him crazy. “no, I don’t remember anything” she replied blinking her eyes several times and then lowered them again. She felt something around her waist, what was it? She couldn’t figure out for a second but it was a hand! Steven held her by the waist and said “should I

As stella entered the dining room everybody started to sang ‘happy birthday’.Her friends pop the party popper and they all cheered. The music started and everybody took their glasses and started to dance while stella sat on the chair waiting for cake to be arrive.A moment later the waiter entered with a large three tier cake and everybody shouted happily. Stella stood and they gathered around the table waiting for the stella to cut the cake. She held knife which was also decorated as the same colour as the cake, and started to cut the cake while everybody sang her the birthday song again.The room was decorated very beautifully with balloons and disco ball in the centre. After cutting the cake she fed the cake to everybody with her own hands. And then Clara and some other fellows mischievously put a cake on stella's face.“Clara what are you doing?” screamed stella.“oops! Its tradition” she cheered and l

For a moment she tried to recognise the voice, it was somehow similar. It was Fatima! After realising she ran to her door. The reciter was silent by then. She knocked the door. She had to wait few minutes when a little boy opened the door. “yes?” the boy asked. “uhm, I wanted to ask who was reciting just now?” she replied nervously. “it was my sister” he said instantly. “can I meet Fatima?”  “do you know my sister? You're her friend?  “yeah”  “come inside then, I'll call her” She entered, it was clean and cosy inside.  there were no sceneries or pictures on the wall, instead she saw some Arabic calligraphies. The boy showed her the way to their drawing room. “you may wait in here; she’ll be coming in a moment.” he said and went to call her. As she stepped inside, she saw someone sitting. He had a short beard of medium length, wore glasses, pale colour, dark black eyes resembled to Fa