******** The power of love so talked and boasted about, is never seen but certainly felt. What is less popular and rarely spoke of is fear of love, wrong doings of love, the love as destructor and the forbidden, bitter spells of love which are not as enchanting as they seem to be. ******** The hard strike of his palm on her right cheek could still be fact in vibrations of her skin. Shocked and outrageous, her eyes were still fixed at him. The person who always saved her from all over and flow of life, the person who once had beaten a boy black and blue just because he pushed her out of his way. And then she remembered how the same person once snapped the hairs of a girl in boy cut just because she was making fun of her curly messy hairs. There were numerous instances she could remember of, being Deven the hero the saviour of her life.  But today, who stands in front of her was a spoiled disgusting image of a boy looking exactly like the person sh

******* Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find. -Shakespeare ******* Dad was adamant on his demand, he wanted to meet his son in law anyhow and won't listen to any of the reason I has been providing. I can't tell him the truth of Tristan and mine marriage. What he demanded had become for me next to impossible to be deemed fulfilled. My mind had stopped working and I can't think of any idea, with no clue of what to do next, and how I shall reply him, with what accuse. I stood there silent and confused.  Kept on wondering a way out when an idea striked my mind. My last resolve to appear out of this situation. The only way out. "I must call Allen, he would help me." This idea striked my mind and right away I did called him. As usual he was here, right in front of me, my tears can't stop rolling and the way he hugged me and checked if everything is fine around me. It touched my heart. Sometim

"I know I love him but..." But now it's worthless to fight for saving this relationship which was never alive or existent. It was just me and me here, alone holding the strings from both the sides trying to ammend all the breaks and holding the threads strongly pulled together. I was the one putting all the efforts, even after failing myself a multiple times, even after losing myself a multiple times, I never gave up, I never gave up on him. This is it. If that's how things break, let it be, unannounced, disastrously and violent. With every step I took away from him, I tried to erase each and every memory related to him from my mind, either good or bad. Nothing of it must matter to me now. "Why does he so effected? I always knew the Tristan who was never affectionate or concerned for me. He always held grudges and hatred for me. He whined at my presence in his life as if I am a living curse for him. Now when I am leaving home hy does he want me to sta

"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 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