CHAPTER 12
Lords of fireflies, stars, and light,
who will keep the worls from death?
CHAPTER 13"It was a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife." ― Jane Auste, Pride and Prejusice.
CHAPTER 14“It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.”― Friedrich Nietzsche
CHAPTER 15"A true gentleman is one that apologizes anyways, even though he has not offended a lady intentionally. He is in a class all of his own because he knows the value of a woman's heart."―Shannon AlderWe were officially married. I was now bond to a ma
CHAPTER 16“Lords of spirit, Lords of breath,Lords of fireflies, stars, and light,Who will keep the world from death?Who will stop the coming night?Blue eyes, blue eyes, have the sight.”―Madeleine L'Engle
I knew all about the intercourse and what happened between a husband and a wife and that it required clothes off. But he had told me back in the rest room that I needn't fear him, that he wanted nothing from me, and was not going to take anything unless I give him my consent and my fair permission.Had these elderlies changed his mind? If so, was he going to preform the act on me in front of them. In front of my family?
In the distance from afar, we could still hear the laughter and the music people were blasting.Opening the large wooden door for me, he leaned over and pushed it slightly to let me enter first.Stepping inside into t
Nothing happened last night; it came to me as a surprise, a shock, and perhaps a bummer too. All the adrenaline rush of fear I had all day long was for naught. He had left old clothes of his behind the locked door of the bathroom for me to wear. They were loose, big and shabby, but more comfortable and modest than those lacy dresses of satin.Heaving a sigh, I had wrapped my arms around myself in attempt to cover my chest, then counted to ten before turning on the knob of the door then entered the large room again.
CHAPTER 17“So what if we drifted apart, maybe destiny will make us meet again!”― Avijeet DasDean's P.O.VThere was something odd, and mysterious in the air that morning, I could feel it down in my bones, down to my very core and I had known something was wrong. Very wrong.It was my wedding day, and my wife's stuff was going to arrive at first light, I had known for I have been the one that had ordered and picked the workers that were to get the job done after Fredrick and my secretary had a long talk the day before of unsettled matters I had to arrange.I, and Marina were breaking our fast when a rush of cold shot to my brain, and the butter knife I was holding between my fingers fell from my grasp and into the soup bowl making a hard plunge on the way thus causing red dots to smear on the table cloth as my knuckles started turning pale white.I'd had it controlled for years, I had gone through hell and back educating myself on the peculiar matter and how to keep it at bay. Reading