Ashes Of Love Episode 1 Novels & Stories

The box was custom-made for this purpose, with exactly 999 slots. But when I looked at the final space, it was still empty. I stared at that empty slot for a long time, a self-mocking smile on my lips. So it turned out, no matter how long I waited, it was all for nothing. I carried the box out of the room and into the open grounds of the family cemetery. I took a silver match from my pocket and struck it. The silver-kissed flame licked up the side of the box, devouring it. One by one, the magically preserved roses dissolved in the heat, turning to ash and then, to nothing.

The lie had barely left my lips when a blinding agonizing flash of pain exploded behind my eyes as I gasped, my vision whiting out as my knees buckled again. The room suddenly vanished and suddenly I saw blood….so much blood. Asher knelt on the ground, his clothes soaked in crimson as he cradled a woman's lifeless body against his chest. His hands trembled violently as tears streamed down his face. His voice cracked with unbearable grief. “Forgive me…” He buried his face against her hair. “I came too late.” The vision suddenly shattered as I stumbled backward, barely catching myself against the wall. My chest heaved, my breath coming in jagged, desperate gasps as hands reached out to stabili

The wind scattered the ashes, and the rain soaked them, washing them away little by little amidst the flowing water. Sheila fell out of her wheelchair and hit the ground. Ignoring the pain, she crawled toward the drain, desperately trying to gather the ashes with her hands. It was hopeless. "My baby… My baby..." She could only watch as her child's ashes slowly disappeared. There was nothing she could do. It felt as though someone had torn her heart apart. She knelt in the mud, sobbing as she reached deep into the drain again and again. Her hands quickly became caked with filth, but she kept searching.

Around midnight she reached the section describing Meher's gradual decline. The whispers. The forest. The growing suspicion. The fear. A knot formed in her stomach. She kept reading. Then came the murder. The rain. The clearing. Meher's final words. I have only loved you. Aisha closed the notebook abruptly. The room felt too warm. For several moments she simply sat there staring at nothing. The tragedy struck harder than she expected. Not because it was real. Because it wasn't. Somehow that made it worse. A fictional murder should not have felt devastating.

I expected nothing less from Camila, since she orchestrated the whole thing, but then, certainly not Asher. He has spent the last few days before the accident begging me and trying to win my heart back but at the news of my death, he forgot all about it and just jumped on his one true love. I watched the whole of the interview and each second made me boil with anger. “How dare you, Asher! I won’t spare you this time around!” I gritted angrily through my teeth…

The feeling of love. -Aysha

Knight. "What do you want to show me dear? I don't want to see anything" Mrs. Knight said to her. "Grandmother please give a few minutes" Ashley said and looked at the television. Soon they saw the breaking news about Mr. Sebastian. Ashley and Mrs. Knight looked at television. Breaking news Love. We often say love is like heaven. We often say we will love our soul mates in every situation even on the bed of death. And today we will show you the image of love.

The sun hadn’t cleared the ridge. Asher pointed at the line of mountains just starting to lighten. “Mother. Look how red it is today.” I didn’t answer. The sun came over us all at once. The line that had pressed on my chest for six years, the thing I had called love which had never been love, broke. THE END