Christian POV:- My heart clenched when she looked scared. Why is she afraid? Why can't she understand that I love her dearly and can never think of her as a burden? I love her a lot and when she is startled by me, it hurts me. She is my fortune, I am so lucky to have her. I hope she understands this; I don’t want to scare her. I just want to make whatever time we have left to be everlasting and I definitely don't want her to be afraid of me or have any negative emotion between us. I want to create a memorable scenery of love embedded in my core as a source of eternal salvation. I kept looking at her, she was looking down. My heart skipped a beat when I looked at her. I am so compelled by her beauty and when she spoke these words so cutely how can I still be grumpy after it. She unintentionally persuaded me with her reflexes. I was leaning on the desk and she was sitting on my seat, there's a brief pause between us. I kept looking at her alluring form while she was deep in thoughts.

Sophie POV:- "We're going for our honeymoon trip." Upon hearing that, my heart filled with content, fluttering happiness built inside me. I never thought a day like this would come where I would be so happy that I couldn’t hold it inside me. Where I will go to my favorite place with my beloved husband. I couldn't control the bursting exhilaration. My face lit up in elation. I quickly hugged him and squeaked in glee. "Thank you Christian!" I beamed. He hugged me back and said, "Thank you." I grinned. I looked at the tickets, the tickets to Paris. "I know you always wanted to go and see Paris." He smiled. "Of course, you know!" I said in excitement. It feels surreal, I couldn’t believe all my dreams are becoming true. I feel blessed. "I am so excited! It's gonna be so much fun!" I said as my eyes glimmered in blithe. He chuckled. I looked at the ticket again, it's next week. "I can barely wait!" I just can't explain how happy I am feeling. It's like all the happiness and hopes

"Go to sleep." I said and closed my arms at my chest. I curled my feet trying to relieve the pain as I bit my lips. I remained like that for a while but then I sensed Christian shifting and the sound of his yawn echoed in my ears..As I was laying like that, I felt a hand on my foot, my eyes fluttering open as I sat up and saw Christian holding my foot, massaging it."C-Christian, W-what are you d-doing?" I stuttered."What? You're the one who said your feet hurt." He continued to massage them but I pulled it away."But, I didn't ask you to massage it.""Sophie.. Go to sleep." He sternly said, holding my foot and yanking it towards him."And you?" I asked, concerned."I am fine. Besides, if you can't walk then how are we supposed to visit places?" He asked."But, What about you?""It's okay, love. You can sleep." He smiled."You sure?' I asked timidly and he nodded. I laid down and closed my eyes as he massaged my foot but it was so soothing, as if all the pain was relieving and soon

He said as venom laced in his every word. I lost my strength as I fell on the ground. I put my hand over my mouth, panting heavily. My lips began to quiver as I looked at Christian who bent to my level. "Why..?" I whispered in a croaked voice. Christian stared at my devastated form for a second and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and kissed my forehead. "When we will go home. I'll introduce you to your own self. I will tell you the truth hidden from you for the 22 years of your life." I bit my lips and I looked down. My heart skipped a beat in dread as I curled my hands in a fist and after taking some deep breaths, I stood up. "Okay." I said firmly as we left for home. On our way back, my heart was beating so fast in fear. I felt so scared. As if something bad is going to happen. I received a very unsavory omen about what’s going to happen. I held Christian's hand in a tight grip. "Is it bad?" I asked, afraid.. "Depends on you." He said not meeting my gaze. My b

The Past Normal POV:- 8 years old Christian was playing in the garden of his Aunt Amelia's home. His family came to visit theirs. His mother;Eleanor Elvis, is the sister of Amelia Skye. As he was playing he heard the sound of shouting, it's nothing new for him, his family always argue with each other, to see fights and receive a negative impact from it has become normal for him. Him being young and intrigued by the reason, he went inside to see what's happening. When he was about to enter but 4 years old Merlin held his hand as she shush him to not to make a noise, "Shh.. Don't go close. They'll get angry." He nodded. “Do you know what they are talking about?” He asked her. “Maybe about my sister.” She shrugged. “What about her?” He wanted to know. “Mother wanted a boy.” He blinked, not understanding, the reason to fight. He then decided to listen to what they were talking about from where he was standing; outside the room. "What the hell are you talking about!?" Y