The air filtering through the wide spread silence chilling my nerves penetrated my ears as the sounds of boot tickling through the ceramic tiles echoed around as he inched closer and closer."Stand up" The authoritarian voice was aimed at me. I resisted and kept my eyes close trying to ignore the dreadful presence of a disastrous voice aimed at me."Stand up.." He roared again this time with a greater intensity, the feel of someone creeping along my arm. The fingers enclosed tightly around my fragile wrist as the sudden warm blood rushing through his nerves came in contact with the cold blood chilled out of feat making my body feel warm and cold at the same time.In utmost fear, with my fingers tugged around a crampled edge of my satin fabric dress, as the fingers enclosing my wrist strengthened its hold, I tugged around the dress in fear. The hold was too strong making it impossible to get free from it. My heart raced and all courage drooped down as he tried dr

******People take him for a rigid, stern heart emotionless and arduous. Little did they know about the soft flesh beating vividly signalling life and encompassing a million of emotions within.Will he be able to keep this show of nothing affects me; I am not made for love; You better be afraid of me; or will he understand the simple yet intense emotions of love sparkling a new beginning in his life.Since deep down he knew for the first time he really cared for a girl; after all she genuinely affects him.*******~SeleneI was trying to recover from the trauma of whatever has happened downstairs, laying on my back, relaxing and chilling I was in a better state of mind. But suddenly finding his presence in my room was again giving me an anxiety attack. What does he want now? Can’t he let me at peace? What should I expect when the devil is knocking on the door?Finding him standing just in front of me made me gulp the ball of anx

Watching him simmer the bunch of memories was making my heart cry. The thought that he is a heartless man hovered around in my mind. He has no importance for memories, but I can't let him destroy all the memories which are close to my heart. Snatching back my diary from him I ran back downstairs, being agitated, unhappy and hopeless, without turning back to see his stern and shameless face keen to provide pain to others. It was an early morning day and I must go back to doing all the chores since from now onwards I am responsible for all the chores I can’t commit a mistake and invite any other punishment levied upon me. The silent dark villa was now beautifully lightening up with natural lights filling each and every space. Light has eroded all the existing evitable darkness. Starting with the mopping and cleaning, ensuring the cleanliness I was done with one work. After finishing it, taking support of sofa I leaned back stretching myself. I am quite tired, the work was not

  ******* The irony of life is that here the good one suffers and the devil rejoices. ******* “Twinkle” A single name brought a roller roster ride of emotions and memories for him, this name meant the world for him. Since the day he left the town after the tragedy which had befallen on his family and mainly him he has shirked all the things, his happiness, his desire, his emotions and everything related to his past and older self became just like some trash for him. After all what he had seen, and has undergone after his mother death, he had no emotions left to spare for this brutal society, he became emotionless and rigid like a rock. Probably this is the reason he always remained stern as a tall tree and still as the sea which had the thousands of waves stored inside causing a havoc, but none of them visible or predictable on the shore. “Twinkle!” This is the name he crafted for her, he would call her Twinkle because of her love

******The war of existence in this world is not any easy one , but the war to register your place in the world which belongs to you and still disguised from you is all together more difficult. ****** " Why were you talking with that boy? He is not good at character. " The boy in his fifteens, with round copper brim spectacles, a thin, bean pole boy, with flush pink cheeks which had turned unique shade of magenta at the boiling blood and anger. After all he was searching for her bestie in whole school and he ended up founding her in canteen with Glen. (The anger remains same, he is still possessive about his belongings, now even quite more possesive.) "How could you predict things, are you an Astrologer? . " Selene aka Twinkle giggled. The smile lively and auspicious. Patting him on his chest, making him shift a little. She giggled more, saying "Look I am stronger than you. Build some muscles. "Little Deven and his ske