Sliding Closet Door Handle Novels & Stories

Should I take my left leg first or the right one? I find a hand forwarded towards me to hold. And guess who it is? I sigh and take Dhruv's hand. I have no other choice than to behave and walk above gripping his hand tight. We walk upstairs towards the huge oak double door. The body of the sister doors are carved with some designs. Like a snake or something. They look good and designed with utmost precision. The handle for each door is plated in shiny gold with intricate designs on it too. Gold on the door handle? Hmm. What if someone finds it good and steals it?

There is a single message on the phone. "Sit still and close the closet door." I was stunned for a few seconds when I read the message, at this moment, there was the sound of messy footsteps and the sound of the door opening. Because I was so scared, I didn't think much of it, so I slipped into the closet and gently closed the door. On the wardrobe there is a narrow enough slot to see the outside but outsiders can't see inside.

’’ I asked getting up from the toilet and walking towards the faucet to wash my hands. ‘’It sure needs to be in a hidden place.’’ He replied back in his swivel chairs and giving a devilish grin. Now that I think of it, he was sitting there all long, that only means that the door was controlled with a remote and didn’t have any handle. Wow! If this isn’t luxury, then what else is it? I thought to myself as I took slow slides closer till I was standing next to him and then boom, he shuts the door using the remote control.

I was not one to entertain fear, but sometimes when you had a lot to protect, it was unavoidable. “The walk-in robe,” I jerked my head to the door to my left. She sighed and did as instructed, sliding the opening door. “Pull the hanging shirts to the side,” “Which ones?” She drawled. “There's a whole heap,” I followed her to the cramped space, my front pressing up against her behind, as I leaned forward. “Start in the middle,” Ste separated the hung clothing, the clink of hangers skittered along the rail as she exposed the door behind with a keypad lock on the wall beside it. She glanced at me over her shoulder. “What's this?”

But I wanted to, and so I did. Shutting the door behind me, I ambled closer to the old dresser in the corner of the room, carefully raising the dusty cloth above it to peek underneath. It had drawers, and when I grasped one of them, the handle gave way, falling to the ground with a lowthunk. “Oops.”

I saw a handle beside the human size mirror, out of curiosity I pulled the door, and there I saw a walk-in closet with a tantalizing glam corner. I was eager to know more so I went inside and saw the most fashionable clothes with the most widely known brands. I went out of the bathroom and I saw twin doors covered with a thick curtain. I pushed the curtain to the side and sun rays came in lighting my face. This door led to the balcony, I pushed the door and went outside.

When I turned back to face Julian, he seemed hesitant to close the door. We didn’t have time to waste. The longer he waited to close the door, the more likely we would be caught in this hallway. I reached out, grabbed the door handle, and closed myself into the closet. The door had slats in it, on a diagonal facing downwards. I was confident that I was fully hidden in the dark, but I could see outwards okay enough. Mostly, because of the downward slant to the slats, I saw Julian’s shirt and his legs and feet, but it was comforting that I could see even that much.

A couple of steps from my own living room and now I am standing in front of the french door that Radj was talking about. The knob on this door is gold-plated as well. It's shinning and sparkling in cleanliness that I could almost see my reflection as I hold and push open the door. Featuring faux fur accents, marble countertops and a plush ottoman, this closet has a luxe and elegant look. Whoever works on the interior and the decoration of this walk-in closet and decided to incorporate full-length mirrors throughout the space to make it look more spacious, is brilliant. He or she knows what she is doing and I do love her for that.

I say it again anyway. "No custody." Nadia looks up from the box. Mercer says, "Madam, this is not the exchange channel." "It is now." "Valez is not negotiating with you." "I am not negotiating with Valez." Sarah comes closer. "What are you doing?" "Setting the floor before anyone moves it." Sarah looks at the two handles. "My side locks?" Sami points to the inside-out handle. "This one jams belt hatch. This one opens staff door. If both closed, room calls supervisor. If one crooked, room thinks repair."

Right, I’d never used a bathroom with a sliding door. The biggest closet and the most organized I’d ever seen in real life stood before me. I stood there in awe as I had always dreamed of owning one like this. Maybe it was possible in another lifetime. “Wow. Yet, you don’t come here often.” As much as I wanted to explore, maybe it was off-limits, too. I slid it closed and pointed at the opposite door. “That one?” “I only come here if I have a lot to think about.” “Right.” I turned around to look at him. “Rich people. Working-class people like me stare outside our bedroom window when we have a lot to think about.”