"I can't do this. I am not confident." "Oh, come on. We are already halfway done. Remember once you believe you can, you have already done it." How those small exchanges of words used to make me happy in the past days. I wonder how drastically everything changed just with a piece of paper that sealed my fate with him. I dared to leave something that was already inflicted on me. I dared to step out of the boundary that was drawn with a warning. Wasn't it awful? Our needs, our choice of living life, all piled up to a never-ending mismatch stack. Every time one item is pulled out, I bleed, I cry, I whisper to myself to diminish the differences. I agreed to not deny his decision but failed to agree with my own heart. It was marked by one and scratched by one. Above all, I

"There would be someone who would break those shackles to free you from your miseries."   I ranted those words for two days when Martha told me so. She was taking care of my newly opened wounds after David's departure. Every time she used to come here in my room, I used to be found lying in a fetal position on the floor. One day I woke up hearing a loud shriek. Tiptoeing I came out of my room though I was banned from coming out from my luxurious cage. The sound was loud and I found similarities with Martha's tone. With my wobbling legs, I reached the stairs to peep down. My blood froze once my vision stabilized on the situation as my brain interpreted the matter. Martha's wrist was cut and she was crying beyond imagination. He was laughing looking at her blood and tears. I

All the stars in the sky would dance with us. The spring in our life would never fade away. We would rise every day to welcome what is there for us. We would fall for each other every day without fail. I looked around the arena once my eyes fluttered open. It was the same as David's cell where he used to keep after our marriage till I lost my voice after screaming for days. Eventually, I used to gain consciousness just to lose again because of his lethal behavior. Nothing changed except my captor.  "Are all of them the same? Do they all vow to kill someone? Why did David leave me?" He captured me imposing his love but left exposing me to the world full of wolves. I wished to live but learned to change my views on the way of living life.  

"So the bitch is now staying in his house?" "Yes, Mam." "Now I understand why he stopped me from coming back to his mansion." Greta disconnected the call and took her car key. Her brother was sitting in the hall while cleaning one of his guns.  "Going to beat the shit out of her?" Martin, who was Greta's older brother, asked his angry sister. "Mind your own business, Martin. It's been a week and you still haven't got David's place. What more do you want? I made that plan and exposed David's marriage with a hope of seeing you as Right In Command." Greta huffed finishing her long-term st

It's been a week since Carlos kept a close eye on Inaya and her behavior. Even though she had mentioned returning to her parents, no stance of escaping was pulled by her. She doesn't come out of the room; rather, most of the time she remains seated on the floor or sleeping on the bed. Sometimes Carlos felt irritated looking at her. She was getting the hospitality of a five-star hotel and happily enjoying her stay in his mansion.  Carlos reached his legal office for a new deal that was about to come up. Millions of dollars would be involved in that, giving him a profit of a larger share. The meeting went well as the C.E.O. of Pristine Group looked impressed. Once the meeting was reaching the end his phone suddenly started vibrating. Excusing himself he took the call reaching towards another corner. "Boss, one of our warehouses caught on fire. And....." The man on the opposite side gulped down before nailing himself. "And what?" Carlos barked. "Dav