I think Greta was right somewhere. Even though she had acted like a bitch, her points weren’t. Inaya had two broken pieces inside her. Benjamin and David. I am coming at the third even for a slightest second I thought of initiating something sinful with her.
“She was never yours.” Greta’s last sentence dug the deepest scar in my mind. Of course she was never mine. We never met at a ball or in the street. I don’t remember having an encounter with her in a coffee shop or in an auction as people write in novels. She was not a damsel in distress or an Innocent Virgin Girl who sold her virginity to me for money and fell in love later. How would I start a best fit story for us? There wasn’t a single common plot that could lead us to join hands together to go beyond the horizon. I was sitting downstairs with a glass of whiskey, throwing my head back on the backrest. How weird our meeting was. If David woul
“Tell me this is real. Even for once.” Inaya’s words pricked Carlos’s most sensitive part of his heart. The darkest heart also had a sensitive spot where none could hit but Inaya did. She looked at him lying on his lap, closing her eyes. Her quivered lips, trembling eyelashes were tired to control the upcoming tsunami of her emotional breakdown.“Open your eyes Inaya.” His grumpy tone reached her ears as she followed them to act silently.“Good. What if I say it’s not real.” The moment his words touched her mind a whimper left her mouth as she struggled to wake up from his lap. Carlos pushed her back on the bed hovering over her. She felt scared and immediately clutched those bed sheets tightly. Closing her eyes she let those tears fall freely washing some of her pain.“Please don’t do this. Please…” She felt her senses getting dark as she kne
“Fuck, Not today.” Carlos cursed under his breath as his hands helped Inaya to climb down. She looked down once again and then hurriedly went inside followed by Carlos. There were not only one pair of rage filled orbs but also one pair of scrutinizing gaze too. Greta was walking inside the Mansion when her eyes caught Inaya and Carlos’s cozy moments. Anthony was also there standing a bit away from Greta but his eyes held questions for Carlos not for Inaya.“I am sorry.” Inaya tried to speak when Carlos pressed his thumb on her trembling lips.“Be quiet and stay here or just sleep a little.” Carlos moved inside the washroom and freshened up. Throwing a shirt on his body with a pair of new sweats he climbed down.“Sir, Greta madam is in your office.” One of his maids informed him while extending his morning cup of coffee.“I see.” Carlos
Inaya remained frozen on Carlos’s chest once his words actually got registered in her head. Her body was leaned on his chest but her mind was trying to pull her away from that close proximity.“What….” She managed to speak when Carlos pressed her head back on his chest which she lifted earlier to look at his face.“You are not going anywhere. I would deal with David.” He assured her. Even the mere thought of letting her go with David made him insane. If she would never accept him that is also fine but he would not allow her to step in the same hell.A trail of new found tears soaked his shirt as he placed a kiss on her head. Coiling his fingers around her thick curls he started massaging her scalp. After a certain time a knock was heard on the door. A maid pushed a trolley inside the room with two plates of heavy breakfast. Inaya didn’t expect such gestures from Carlos’s s
A week had passed since that day. Even though Carlos made her stay under the same room sharing the same bed, yet no such things occurred. Every night Inaya tried to sleep, maintaining a safe distance with Carlos but often found herself sleeping on his chest in the morning. He had never left her alone. A secure arm of warmth was always around her petite. She didn’t try to oppose this action of Carlos. Even though it was a sin considering her marital status, nothing was followed by the social rules inside this mansion.For the past one week she was given a task by Carlos. He used to leave for office but not before giving her the stacks of her daily tasks. It was funny to a certain extent. Those tasks included her walking on the lawn, going out on the balcony for a while and laying there under the sun. It was hard for her to convince him that she was perfectly fine inside the room. But he considered her anything but human. So she needed to follow these
InayaI don’t remember when I actually gained my sense back after Greta’s hard slap and the horrible nightmare. I am sure that was a nightmare. What Greta said was no way relatable to what my mind was comprehending. I groaned in a severe headache as my continuous crying and anxiety ruined my health. I pushed myself up on the bed and rubbed my eyes. It was 7 in the morning as I looked at the clock kept on the nightstand. Walking silently to the adjacent washroom I finished by morning business. After taking a warm long shower I picked up my clothes and moved inside the room. I was still in a daze thinking that it was a normal day of my new life. I was still expecting Carlos to come up finishing his morning work out session with a sweaty body and a weird smelling sock to irritate me. Yes, he got to know I hate smelly socks and everyday after hitting the gym he used to carry the socks inside the room to irritate me a bit. I laughed a little remembering m
Dear Carlos, I don’t know if you ever get the chance to read this small piece of myself or not. But how can I deny your way of teaching me to look forward with hope. I am not as strong as you are. I never was. I was always a girl living in her fantasy world with a dream of a perfect happy life. Maybe that is the reason I was hurt and broken beyond anything. I was born and grew up with a happy supportive family who never allowed a scratch on my skin. They protected me as a glass vase. I think that was the major mistake from their side. No matter how beautiful a glass vase is, once it’s broken the scar remains. Even keeping a glass vase is more painful Because you would always live with a fear of getting it broken by chance. My love for someone was always a curse. Be it Benjamin or be it you. Yes, you Mr. Carlos Joseph Marcello. I loved Benjamin more than anything that I agreed upon marrying David in order to save him. But Benjamin was kill