INNOCENCE || BOOK 2

The steps began to falter as she was moving away from his sight. Of course, her body could not bear the sorrow of going away from him. Sure, someone has rightly said that there is a limit to the pain. At some step or the other, that pain becomes so deep, that it can be easily recognized by touching; becomes so loud that its sound settles in the ears; so visible that it can be seen with the naked eye. Perhaps even though pain is actually a mental emotion, it is reflected by the body like a mirror. Not only the legs, but the whole body was trying to stop her there because the desire of the body was the same — he. It was in the possession of the soul and the soul was blind in the longing to meet him. Because it knows — the soul knows its mate, its partner, its humdard.Tears blurred her vision and were harshly wiped away for committing the mistake of shedding recklessly for him, falling uncontrollably for herself. She did not want to feel sorry for herself anymore. For her, getting att

Sitting on a settee, her whole attention was taken by the work in her hands. Her knees were bent and there laid a thick fabric on which she was sewing a golden lace. Her thin brows were corrugated and her movements were careful. And Eliseva was watching her keenly. “Hazel?” She asked, making her halt right there. She put the needle aside and looked at her, mumbling, “What, Eliseva?” Still, the stubborn girl is never ready to call her by her nickname. Eliseva could not help but scoff mentally. “Do you want to come tonight?” She asked, raising her brows. She glanced down at the girl on her feet who stopped and switched to her second feet to apply the nail polish. “Eliseva, it’s not like you’ll leave me alone if I asked you to do so,” she answered, her voice coming polite but her words so sharp that Eliseva winced. She tsked and shook her head. “Tonight I can listen to you.” She shrugged, leaving the girl surprised. How easy was that, was it not? But why Eliseva had this meharban on

A terrible sound of breaking things jolted everybody around. The man in his study room — as he was having a meeting with some of his partners, flinched in his spot. He grabbed the edge of the table and a sigh escaped him. He looked up at the members and gave them an apologetic smile, uttering, “I shall go out and check. Excuse me.” He got up as all of them just nodded. He left the room, his body posture a bit nervous but then, he squared his shoulders and walked ahead until he spotted the scattered pieces of an antique vase lying near a table, placed against the white wall. He sighed when he found a red stiletto heel lying with the pieces and then, his restless gaze immediately turned to look at the stairs. There he spotted his everything — his loving daughter, marching up to her room, stomping her feet against the floor. There was one sandal on her foot while the other was bare. She was having difficulty but she was so stubborn that she did not even care about her discomfort. She

“Chris, are you going somewhere?” Heer asked as she saw her son dressed in an ironed suit. He looked so charming like always. He had gotten those looks from his father. She smiled a bit, but she was upset seeing her son in that office attire. “Um… yes, mom,” he said as he covered the distance between them and kissed her temple before he sat in his usual place, turning the dish. “Just a small meeting,” he added, not glancing up at his mother who started serving him and his father. Sanam watched Christian from that distance, eyes slightly narrowed. “That’s unexpected, son, and kind of displeasing.” Suddenly work was displeasing for him because he cared about Heer’s feelings. She was here only for her son. Not a second without him she desired to spend. She just wanted to see him fine every time. “Dad, it won’t take even an hour, I promise.” He shrugged. Heer sighed, sitting next to her husband. Sanam gave her a glance, noticing her lips lightly pressed against each other. “Mom, you k

“Dad, I’m leaving for India.” Upon hearing Christian, Sanam frowned as the thought sounded unpleasant. His brows corrugated and he looked at his son with those pair of amber orbs. Heer, who was sitting on a couch, playing with Aurora could not help but look at her son, not understanding why he made the decision all of a sudden. As per what Sanam told her, she knew the matters related to work were being taken care of by their incredible managers. Then what was lacking, she wondered. “For what?” He asked. “A very important matter came up. I need to leave, and I’m willing to leave this evening.” Sanam’s eyes narrowed. He looked at Heer who nodded. She held Aurora’s hand and got up, muttering something into her ear to which she agreed excitedly and made her way out with her grandmother. Once the ladies left, Sanam said, “I know the exact reason, son. I know it’s not related to work.” Christian swallowed. Nervousness knocked on his brain but he was well-trained in the matters of con