-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-++--+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-- He was glancing outside the window.There was no light in the room, not even a glimpse of shine. My heart was thumping in my chest, I was anxious to see him and I should have reached here before him. Now, he will ask me! He will ask me various questions. And I don't understand how could he within a second reach near to the window. His back was on me and in his lean posture he was holding a cigarette and letting out a puff of smoke. He should stop using this cautious element. "Where were you?" A cold voice, hard as stone, shrieked me from thunder and I gulped in horror. " Mr Jensen, are you okay?" I tried to utter in my crumpled voice, that something is not right here. The aura the weather everything is damned. He is making me anxious. And the cigarette in his made me even more in anger. I wanted to put some sense in him, in his stone head that he is making his health suffer. I wanted to snatch that cigarette from his hand and throw it

-+-+-+-+&+&+&+--+-+-+--+-+-&+-+-+-+-+- This is the time of night when the world sleeps and the moon shines bright in the sky but we are here pretending to be lovers, oh wait! I am the one who has to pretend deeply and madly in love he is just going to follow my tactics right? Well, these were the words of a man who thinks himself a gentleman but he is hardly a man when it comes to pride and worship of words. The paparazzi were there as always and why not? When his extensively demanded personality showcased himself in the public. "Mr Jensen! Mr Jensen!" I heard chanting of his name as if he was a God or an actor. I have never seen such charisma for anyone as the way I am seeing Mr Jensen's popularity. "Blake Jensen, I love you!" Suddenly, a feminine voice came from the public. Oh yes. You love him and blake Jensen is. Playboy! He must be loving you with the right amount. Now from the bottom of my heart, I want to announce that you should take Mr Jensen as your lover so that he c

  -+-+-+-+-+--+-++-+---+---++&+&++&+&+&+ As I landed my foot on the ground I felt reluctant about the obviousness of my life.  I am pleased to announce that the man who was behind me acting as an investigator is finally gone. The air around me is free now. I can finally take a breath here with my open arms. This floor was empty but I can hear something. Water was dripping from one of the washrooms. I don't understand the fact that how can this hotel which is possibly one of the adequate hotels in the country can have such brokerages that are unsuited?  Anyways I moved to go in the direction of the sound so that I could understand what are the consequences I am willing to face while making my statement here. I was struggling to find the washroom when the voice got detached making me realise someone must be there that's why the noise got stopped. I struggled in vain t

-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ I should behave like a woman who has everything on her dinner table. Varieties of continental food with several flavours of soft drinks.  I gawked them keenly with my sharp eyes and gulped in horror to see such a great amount of food on the table. Why such wastage of food?  I saw the man who was sitting on the opposite side glancing at me with his clenched jaw. "Mr Jensen, what are you staring at?"  It tried to fumble while thrusting food in my mouth. "You are supposed to call me Blake!" He snapped. "Okay, Blake what are you staring at boy?" I drank the cola flavour drink while chewing the food. "Look, Ms Brooke, behave! This isn't the way to eat." He narrowed his eyes again. What's his dilemma?  "You are supposed to call me by my name," I muttered while enjoying the delicious meal which was on the table. "Ashley, behave yoursel

  -+-+-+-++++-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+++-+-+-+-+-+- What would be the extreme anguish word for having feelings?  Is there any word that exists in the world for feeling like ice in a tempted forest? I was standing with dignity, lurking my eyes everywhere I could land my vision. He was gone. Somewhere maybe out from this world. Out because what he would be doing if he had to stand here?  He has gone to attend his significant call which he cannot reject in any circumstances. What about Me Blake Jensen?  All the paparazzi have everything about his life as an open mirror but the mirror always hides the truth. And I am keen to know what he is hiding. This cannot be as simple as it looks. No, it is not. What is he hiding?  If he considers himself A powerful billionaire then why he was anxious when Sophia arrived here.  Is Sophia his girlfriend, or more than t