"What would you like to have?" He asked in his unique accent, he took the chair opposite to me. I glared up at him. He has a very sick twisted humor. "No, thanks" I seethed. He is testing my patience, at some point, I'm sure my facade will break and I will be completely ruthless when it does. "Oh come on, this is our first proper dinner!" He said grinning at the word 'dinner'. "You can have anything you like, hot chocolate, Vietnamese chicken noodle soup…?"I looked at him in disbelief, is he even right in his head? "You gotta be kidding me! Are you even hearing yourself!?" I burst out. "What?" He asked genuinely clueless.  "Look, I'm here 'cause you said, you wanted to tell me something about my mother, so stop fool

It’s been two months since Ethan left. I took out the wrinkled small piece of paper from my back pocket and unfolded the creases on them, for having handled by my desperate fingers many times a day.“Stay SafeI’ll find my way back home.” It read in neat calligraphic handwriting. My heart pounded to just hold something that belongs to him. I had no doubt whose handwriting it was, the moment I found it on my window sill, when I woke up from my two days of sleep. From that day on this worn out paper has become my talisman. He came back for me and left me this note when I was asleep. I folded it back and tucked it safely into my pocket. Though he b

I opened my eyes and blinked, though the lighting was soothing. The white ceiling was intricately modernized. Ceiling? My eyes fell on the person, who was seated on the chair, at the foot of my bed. His stormy blue eyes were fixed on me. He was leaning in front with his elbows balanced on his knees, his shoulders stiff with anxiety. His tense eyes analyzed my face carefully. “Where I’m I?” I asked in a faint voice. “At our place” he said warily. Our place…? I waited for him to explain, looking pointedly into his eyes. “What?” he questioned, he cleared his throat when realization hit and said “At my place, the one you refused to come hours ago” he said his void devoid of emotion. His place! A silent gasp escaped my mouth, I was on my feet within seconds. “How did I get here?” I asked looking at his face in suspicion, trying to keep the accusation out of my voice. “My guards here” he said nodding at the two men standing by the door, my eyes rested on his composed face refusing to le

     Within seconds one of his men placed a bottle of wine alongside two glasses on the table beside me and  left without a word. I dint wait for Liam to move, I filled one of the glasses silently, standing by the table with almost shaky legs. The strong smell hit me first. “You sure this is a good idea? You have never drunk before” he said as a matter of fact. I dint even bother to wonder how he came to know that, but he was right I never taken more than a sip of the alcoholic beverages, which was enough to develop a strong dislike for them. I dint want to ponder over my dislike to the liquid filled in the glass, I gulped the contents only to, cough up at the foreign liquid making its way into my system. Without even thinking, I refilled my glass again. “Ana!” Liam shuffled towards me. I held up my finger, pouring the next glass full down my throat, feeling his eyes on me all along. I stood there looking down at the empty glass for a long time. T

       I couldn’t avoid his eyes for long. I peeked up at him to find shock, confusion and concern flit in his eyes. “why?” he asked pulling his invisible mask on making it hell of a lot harder to figure out what he really is thinking. I shrugged, when I realized he was waiting for an answer. I would have answered him if I knew the reason myself. He shook his head in disbelief and guided me towards our destination. I was standing right before the door, my hands shook as I reached for the door know. I let the cold metal bite into my skin, and I tried my best to steady my breathe. “We should go back” I can hardly hear Liam’s anxious voice over my frantic heart beat. “No” I whispered, pushing the door open. The cold air creeped up my skin making it harder for me to gasp in oxygen. I pried my eyes open. Heavy drops of rain drops were pelting the glass bridge. I could hear the muffled thuds echoing in my ears. I looked up at the pitch black sky