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Travelling through unknown paths we stumble upon rocks and soar heights.*******~Tristan
Life is a race for me I am set on the path for dominance over this world. Nothing could set me back or overpower the tumult.My life is all about turbulence, riot, money, dominance, a secretive underground world of power and hidden tormenting secrets.
I married her.
I married a girl, the name of even whom is hard for me to recall. I am neither interested in her name nor her. I had married her just because of my grandfather, he wanted me to marry the girl belonging to Marvel's clan. Just because this is the clan, my great grandmother, grandmother and my mother belonged to. He wanted my wife to be of the same clan.
The only person who matters to me in this sham world is him. For him, I am his religious, virtuous, well mannered son. He doesn't have a slight knowledge of who I am, what I do and what is my real identity. I can't deny him knowing that he is battling life and is being admitted to the hospital.I married the Marvel girl by hook or crook, even if it involved the kidnapping of his father I don't feel guilty, everything is right as far as it fulfils your sight.I am the demon no one could betray. I had a close intriguing eye on everything which is mine.
This little sneaky girl, whom I thought don't own a tongue has proved me wrong by committing the biggest mistake of her life. The mistake to betray me.
I thought that she would end up in a corner and won't prove a hurdle of my way, but once she has spread her wings which are soon to be snapped she awaits a doomed future for herself.
If she thinks she is smarter than me, and could fool me easily she is wrong.
"You are on a wrong path. My Little Lamb."She has successfully breaked through the tight security of the house to meet her lover. She might have been thinking that I am totally ignorant and she has successfully fooled all of us into eloping from here to meet him.
I knew about it, I knew about it all. Her plans to meet him. The timing, the plan, her tactics of breaking through the security and step out of this house and the reason for all this faith and betrayal.
I was amazed to witness this spark of valour and rule breaking spirit in a girl who was timid enough to speak for herself.
"Had I not listened to you and your lovers call recording, I would have been oblivion of your helplessness and innocence." Thinking this I started the car. What would have been better than catching both of the love birds and give a beautiful end to this story.
The moment she ran out of my room, I felt the steps and strange vibes in my room. I knew something is dubious.
I am always keen on my enemies steps. Being vigilant I saw the change in position of my mobile phone, looking at which my doubt that someone has secretively entered into my room was turned to reality.She is stupid. Otherwise, no one would have left the call story undeleted. I checked the history and then I got to know the person she called and has listened to all the talks between the two . The call recording was enough to give me a nice picture of whatever is happening and going to happen.
Now when I know everything, I won't let her or her lover be in peace. I hate traitors and I would never share what is mine. Even if I had zero interest in her, she is marked as my wife.The storm is following them and is on its way to desert their lives.
"Creston Street; Lane 4"
That's the place, both of them are going to meet.
"What about giving them a surprise." I clamoured.
My car was on its way to Creston street. I was just hoping that I got to pick up the right girl. I never saw her, arranging one of her pictures would have been a better thought but now I can't waste any time.
I could see a girl walking at the side lane. She looked nervous and exhausted as if is here after a long run. Wearing a comfortable simple dress and a low bun she looked like a middle class girl.
The face has no glow and shine, her eyes glowing and shining brighter than anything. Those lively eyes amidst pale skin was a bizarre combination.
She looked far from anything called beautiful. A pale brown patched face, uneven dusky skin tone, and the only captivating factor her deep glowing blue eyes and those rosy pink lips.
If the way of dressing had been a bit better she would not end up looking like a homeless brat.
I calculated the possibilities of her being Selene. The girl I married. Several points were indicating that she is the same girl I have been looking for.
I hold back from exploding out on the spot. Let's wait. Tristan has some patience. I repeated to my heart, in an endeavor to hold myself back.
She will penance for all her wrongs. She was there walking around waiting impatiently and here I am sitting inside the car seeing my wife for the first time, witnessing her waiting for her lover.
She is going to be doomed.
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~Selene
Since, I had promised to Allen about meeting him at Cruston Street all of the time I was thinking about the plan to escape this villa without getting noticed by anyone.
I had to meet him, I can't let him be in oblivion. I know how he cares for me, once he would not find me at my home and would get to know about what has happened in my life he would surely arrive to help me out of this. He would risk his life arrive here and do anything to get me free from here.
I need to make him understand and stop him from making a presence at the mafia house, if any one of them either Mafia or his subjects would get to know about Allen only God knows what will they do with him.
I can't let this tragedy befall upon him.
I acted some bad headache and closed my room to sleep, taking the opportunity I escaped from the window to reach here. Fortunately, no one spotted me and I arrived here safely. My heart is leaping and throbbing superfast with anxiousness, I still fear the unknown and my sixth sense tells me things are not going as smooth as it seems.
It's 9:00 am already, he must have been here by now. I was walking through the road impatiently and anxiously.
The creepy feeling of someone following my moves was sending shivers down my body. As I looked back to check my view was obstructed by the bearded, man with black locks, he was dressed casually in his favourite t-shirts and ripped jeans. He is looking all the same, the same jovial, carefree, happy go, lucky soul, I always admired.
"Selene...Hey, are you fine! I was so worried about you." Saying this he squeezed me into his well built arms making it hard to breathe...
I felt at home, the comfort of being with some one like family after a long time was calming and comforting.
Hugging him tightly, I sobbed in his arms. While he caressed my forehead and comforted me. He has always been my go to person since childhood. Whatever the problem is, he always has the solution.
"Hey! Don't cry now. Everything would be fine. I am with you. First of all, Don't cry and come with me we shall go to some better place to talk." He said holding the door open for me while we get inside.
I had a lot of things to tell him, I must tell him to go back and never come back for me. Now when I am married to this danger, I don't want him or any of my loved ones to be stuck in this danger with me.
Now I had to make him understand that he needs to remain aloof from me otherwise he will end up in a great danger.
I had married him, so I had to survive in the hell he has created. The best I could do is either survive the hell or transform it into a heaven.
******* The colourless pale faces and those arid grounds; and all the broken soul still holds hope of colours blooming all around. ****** ~Selene There was a weird feeling revolving and threatening at the back of my mind; I felt some eyes staring at us. Before I could turn back to check if there is someone who is following us. Allen has made me sit beside him inside the car. "I can't wait; I had a million things to talk about. I went to your house and your mother dictated a weird story. For a moment I was in a state of shock. If you hadn't called me yesterday, I would have preassumed a lot of things. I was a mess of emotions yesterday. For God sake, you need to clear all the misunderstandings. Why did your mom said you are married?" He continued imploring a lot of questions all were meant to be answered but I didn't know from where shall I start. There are a lot of things to explain. "Things are a lot twisted...skewed beyond corr
******* The aftermath of misconstruing is more dangerous than the venom of the serpent. ******* ~Selene The dreadful voice strange and unknown halted our conversation. Another series of shocks awaited me. I felt a hand creeping at my shoulders; I looked at the side being alarmed at the sudden touch. The person who was standing beside me with a perception of some acquaintance with me was leaving me to astound. Those hazy brown eyes, fierce and conquering, with a depth of ocean and streak of thunder stored inside. My eyes were captivated by his; we kept looking at each other for seconds, I was consumed at the moment delving into the depth of his eyes and taken aback by the storms I witnessed. A square face, strong jaw and chin, prominent cheekbones and a broad forehead, with medium arched, pointed eyebrows and a chiselled well shaped nose. As I kept looking at him, I could witness his nerves contracting and stiffing. The
******* The line between good and evil is permeable and almost anyone can be induced to cross it when pressured by situational forces. ******* ~Selene In front of Allen, he has behaved with me in a very sweet and loving manner. He acted as if he loves me and we are really into each other, he acted so well that no one could have guess the bitter truth that this is the first time we encountered each other face to face. The way he claimed that he is my husband, is he trying to sort out things between us and take this relationship seriously, Is he into this marriage? What I thought was, that he is least interested in this marriage. I had accepted my fate, I had accepted him as my husband. I would accept that the way he acted in front of Allen gave me a ray of hope, regarding the survival of this relation. I really hope that everything will soon get fine. I don't know why did he married me. I was in terror knowing that he has discovered that
********** The timid souls are scared of everything and in the way, they try to reason all the atrocities inflicted upon them just to find a reason to survive the wrongs and not fight it. ******* ~Selene Walking around the hall with steps loud and powerful; his boots made tick sound with each step he took, due to the wide spread silence of fear even the minutest sounds could be heard, with each step he took my heart leapt and throbbed frantically. Equally contrasting was the situational difference between my inner self and outer self. While I struggled a storm inside my heart, turbulent, loud, destructive there was a long, grim silence which covered my face. I was into nothingness, blank and tragic. The exterior silence proved more devastating, freighting than the inner one. "Take her to the basement; she would live in the dark and desolated dungeon for next two days, without food, light and human to talk. Mark my words no one should defy what
The air filtering through the wide spread silence chilling my nerves penetrated my ears as the sounds of boot tickling through the ceramic tiles echoed around as he inched closer and closer."Stand up" The authoritarian voice was aimed at me. I resisted and kept my eyes close trying to ignore the dreadful presence of a disastrous voice aimed at me."Stand up.." He roared again this time with a greater intensity, the feel of someone creeping along my arm. The fingers enclosed tightly around my fragile wrist as the sudden warm blood rushing through his nerves came in contact with the cold blood chilled out of feat making my body feel warm and cold at the same time.In utmost fear, with my fingers tugged around a crampled edge of my satin fabric dress, as the fingers enclosing my wrist strengthened its hold, I tugged around the dress in fear. The hold was too strong making it impossible to get free from it. My heart raced and all courage drooped down as he tried dr
******* His hatred for all was so intense that it should extinguish the very love from which it was conceived. ******* ~Selene “Ready to Become a good wifey” The words drummed at my ears, the change of expression and the sharp, incomprehensible words he spoke passed right above my head. What does he have in his mind? Why can’t he act normal like any other human and let me live some moment of peace and calm. “WHAT KIND OF PUNISHMENT?” I finally managed to utter some words and question the atrocities he has preserved for me in his mind. What is he thinking of? Is it something even worst than what he was going to do earlier? He had just killed me by mentioning about leaving me in dark. I fear dark. I fear it the most. I was looking at him with eyes filled with terror and horror. The awful state I was in further intensified by his beastly smile which has just unnerved me to the core. The way he smiled. The evil smile, the sadistic ma
******People take him for a rigid, stern heart emotionless and arduous. Little did they know about the soft flesh beating vividly signalling life and encompassing a million of emotions within.Will he be able to keep this show of nothing affects me; I am not made for love; You better be afraid of me; or will he understand the simple yet intense emotions of love sparkling a new beginning in his life.Since deep down he knew for the first time he really cared for a girl; after all she genuinely affects him.*******~SeleneI was trying to recover from the trauma of whatever has happened downstairs, laying on my back, relaxing and chilling I was in a better state of mind. But suddenly finding his presence in my room was again giving me an anxiety attack. What does he want now? Can’t he let me at peace? What should I expect when the devil is knocking on the door?Finding him standing just in front of me made me gulp the ball of anx
****** The merciless don't have a heart, yet the innocent soul looks for the goodness in everything which surrounds them, cactus or rose in all alike. ****** ~Selene The bombarding noise of alarm ringing was continuously vibrating in my ears. Sailing my arms in the air, fluttering it around my fingers searched for the buzzing alarm clock which has put up an eclipse on my sweet, deep sleep. “Shut up” My brain yelled at the continuous noise. With eyes close and hands flying all around in search of the source of disastrous cacophony. My fingers felt the soft, damp flesh, being unable to understand the object I just felt quirky, my sense of touch was probably still asleep. In a zeal to understand the product at scrutiny I took the leverage of exploring more, moving my fingers at the still soft fleshy product feeling its curvy edges. My little adventurous fingers were soon alarmed as they felt the earlier stillness disappearing and the moist softness moved