All Chapters of MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCE: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Christiana’s point of view“This angle, yeah! Shift a little bit. Left… tilt, this way! Yes, superb.” The photographer instructed Helen and complimented then.“Thank you, thank you so much!” Helen said to the manager as well as the photographer while fixing her makeup. She was a bit exhausted. There were sweat drops on her face. She wiped them off and then resume the shoot.Yes. Helen. You heard me right. She was there. “I wish, she wasn’t there.” I mumbled to myself.A couple of photographers were there in the office along with light man, makeup artist, editor, designer, manager, and many other professional people. Who took care of everything, looked at the camera angles, selected the right camera, adjusted lighting, frame, managed camera settings, edited the photos simultaneously, and did color correction if needed.Another photoshoot was on the way. Tiger a week back had launched a brand-new perfume namely – Tessa Di perfum under his brand Kelvin. Yet again a new ad for the same p

Christiana’s point of viewRumbling.... I could hear the rumbling of cars from far away. The sound became louder, it was turning out to be scraping gradually, the jeet-jeet sound of the car was accelerated my heartbeat, ringing in my ears, and startled me almost. The metallic sound of the car had raised a ray of hope again within me.“Oh, God! I do hope so and pray this time my wish is accepted,” I asked humbly before the dear almighty.“Is she there?” Whenever the sound of switching off a car’s engine comes, and the car’s door opens near my house, I did hope so and pray you were here, mom.Breathing heavily, I looked out of the window. I could see no one. It was all dark around us and the street lights were off. Despite being a full moon night, it was all dark.The intensity of the rain increased and causing the sound to blur. Eventually, the sound of the car was got lessened and soon it faded. The old, worn door of my house made a creaking sound as I stepped down the stairs to ope

Christiana’s point of viewIt all started with this.“Tell me what you feel?” He whispered in my ears, droving into my dense black hair and pulling my mouth against his. I was sleeping by his side. He kissed my eyes, my cheeks, my forehead, and my ears. His breath was chilled against my wide-open lips. I could taste his fragrance on my soft-touched lips.I lost my mind and gave myself to him. My blood pounded in his veins as hard as the rain on my top ceiling. The passion within us met each other excitedly and incredibly.I cannot explain the feeling. His words were breathless. He touched my soul and ignited a fire in me pouring into me.He took a step back and establishes his confidence, looking at me up and down. He kept on seeing me for minutes as though I was a picturesque reverie to him. The gap between us diminishes as he moves forward to close the gap between us again.His lips touched my lips and slowly we smooched. I stood rooted to the position. He lifted my head and kissed

Christiana’s point of viewSIMON!Simon still remembered when he first started to talk with me. But it was never the way it is now. It was not at all such a meaningless, peculiar, yet sometimes philosophical the way it is now, then.Right now, I needed to think about him first and then think about something else. He needed all my attention. I just could not be selfish. After all, he was my friend. I still considered him. And above all there is word called humanity.Soon Simon’s eyebrows get pulled up and together. His upper eyelids were pulled up, and his lower eyelids were tensed and drawn up as well. His teeth were exposed, and his mouth was drawn back and stretched at the same time.Yes! Simon. You heard me right. My ex, Simon.His lips trembled and his eyes were watery. Tears welled up in his eyes. A single tear came rolling down his eyes. Tears streamed down his face like an ocean flowing. He could feel his throat closing up.“Oh, man.” I gasped.He was all angst.How many shocks

Christiana's point of view It was almost dusk, the smell and taste of coffee was comforting. If you are deprived of sleep, having a cup of your favorite brew can help you feel more relaxed and ready to be productive. The sun was setting in the sky as fresh colours brushed upon an artist's canvas, as if those rays were destined to create a great work of art - one given to those open to capturing simple moments in the soul. The hard coffee, the caffeine causing my body to increase the level of dopamine in brain, the chemical making me feel happy. The cool breeze brushing my skin, The air blowing my hair back and the leaves rustling. In the silence my phone rang, I pushed myself up from the couch, stepping inside the room and I picked up the phone, a smile crept my face checking the caller's id of the person. My heart fluttered when the phone screen displayed his name. Everything felt new, the feelings foreign yet calming and homely. "Hello," I answered the call throwing myself on