If moon could talk, stars would be the audience and you would be the subject, you will be the poetry moon would be the poet ...... Her pov......It been a week since that incident . I haven't seen him since that time . I sat on my bed joining my legs my arms wrapped around my knees . Today , also he didn't dine with me . Not that I want to see him after what happened . He being a jerk deserves my rudeness and silence but he never once came to my room or tried to talk to me . What kind of husband he is ? . Normal husband try to please their vexed wife but he never for once ask for my forgiveness . I was beyond frustrated . Do my silence means nothing to him . Since that day I am having breakfast in my room . Clara bring me food inside my room and in dinner time when I climbed down the stairs . The hall is welcomed by the emptiness . I frowned each time finding it empty . That certain someone's absence pained me . Do this marriage means nothing to him . Every couples in the ent
He strictly said her to visit the doctor . His words were authoritative and precautionary . Those who tried to overstep his words were punished . The history was itself a witness . She was aware of his order as well and she wasn't an exemption .However, another reason to obey him was those horrorful nightmares and distress she was experiencing . She desperately wanted to regain her memory . Everything seems a mystry to her . An unsolved mystry which needed to be solve . She don't know what's lie ! and what's truth ! . A person without their memory is a living corpse . She find it imperative to consult the doctor . It was 12 pm and she was getting ready for the appointment as told by him . Jacob was going to pick her up . She has met Jacob only one time that too in hospital. She has heard him many times talking to Jacob in calls . Jacob was his secretary is what she thought to herself . Soon she heard the knock on her door . She titled her head to throw a glance . It was Clara .
Meanwhile In Russia .... Vladimir was very busy with his work . He barely get time to spent in home . The home feels empty without his baby sister . She is always giggling and mischievous . A sneer spread on his face . He talked to her a week ago . She coaxed her brother to not call her daily as she was busy enjoying her friend's wedding and he should worry less . She was gone for two weeks now . He was expecting her arrival soon . He agreed that the girl needed some change of atmosphere and she was stubborn as hell . Ultimately he has to give up as she blackmailed him . After their parents died on a plane crash accident he raised her like his own daughter . The sibbling have seven years difference . She was just 13 year old when their parents died . She was very small . His family was in mafia from generations . It was believed that the plane crash was done by their enemies but no evidence was found after investigation but this couldn't be an excuse to let their enemy roam free
I hold it true, whate'er befall;I feel it when I sorrow most;'Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all. - Alfred Lord Tennyson Few days passed . My days were spent idling in the Mansion . It provide nothing to entertain . Clara was even busy with her works so I didn't bother her much . She make sure all my demand and request were fulfilled . It was her duty indeed . I plastered a sour smile on my face in assurance that I am fine but my soul felt Caged . I felt lone and bored . I didn't see him much . He was busy in work . He didn't approached me directly . Clara provide me what her master's asked me to do . She was frightened to him like hell but still she never skipped a chance to sing praising of him . She told me he took the responsibility to educate her daughter. She felt touched by his kindness . Only if he was this good to me . It was already afternoon . I was strolling back in the corridor after th
I was walking to my room then suddenly I stopped on the path . My brows tensed on what I saw . The library was lightened . I slightly opened the door and invade the room . The library was big like a hall . It has thousand of books . Marcus was studious so as I . If not for this mafia business we could be somewhere doing intellect work .My brows relaxed as I saw a tiny woman sleeping on the coach at the cornor . My brows furrowed as I saw her asleep . Here , the whole house was a searching mess whereas she was peacefully napping . It somehow irk the shit of me . How can she be so relaxed after making the whole house go on search mission . Nevertheless! Atleast she is here . I tip - toed on my heels to turn back and exit when something flooded my mind . Desire Desire for her ! To have her under me To make love to her My orbs dilated as to what I saw . She was slumbering . Her legs were crunched up to her tummy to fit on the small coach . Her head resting on her arms for
I sighed . As I turned in my bed . I moved my arms and legs reluctantly . My long tangles were scattered on the bed . My mind feel calm as If I slept for too long . I sat up on the bed and bind my arms above my head and twisted my head . I heard my nerves cracking . I felt relaxed . I opened my half closed eyes . I looked dazed . My brows furrowed as I looked at my ambience . I saw a thick quilt covering me from stomach . I looked at my room in daze . I remembered I was in library reading a book . Who brought me here My stomach growled causing my attention . Look like someone is hungry . A sly smile spread on my lips . I tugged aside the quilt . After arranging my bed . I quickly sauntered down the staircase. I directly made my way towards the kitchen . It was almost night . I didn't expect me to sleep this much . However I was still curious who brought me to my room . May be any of the servant has done it . I entered the kitchen room . I didn't expected but Clara wa
I chewed my lips. Why god was this cruel to let me suffer hard times around him . Why can't we stopped having this accident of closeness . Skin touching skin . It will be more difficult for me to avoid him. I was skinned deep on my thoughts when i heard door creaking voice . " what's going on " sheena asked . My eyes grow as I saw sheena standing on the door eyeing us with curiosity . Her eyes held that glitters of mischief which was now replayed by inquisitiveness . Her brows furrowed as she questioned us . We were still standing proximate. He didn't held my waist like before but the closeness was sufficient to shake my legs . I nervously chewed my lips and bowed my eyes down . I felt so timid around me when the moment he was watching me with this intensity . This intensity can flood anybody's mind with the imagination and probabilities. His black hairs were neatly combed backward . I looked at him but this time he wasn't watching me . He was frowning upon her . His razer l
" you still lives in the silences .... Between my thoughts "The night it was raining hard . The water droplets were dripping down the window panel with a pitter patter sound . The whole dark sky was lightened with the clouds roaring . The thundering was producing a striking ghostly effect on the sky . It was both frightening and soothing . The wind blows produces aeolian sound on the windows scaring the shadows themselves . For one who loves rains . The nature's water shower and thundering of the clouds brings so much serenity and peace . But it is not peaceful for all . Not serene for all . One who frown upon the weather . It is the most dangerous and scariest atmosphere for them . One who were scared of those dark shadows prayed to not be alone in such swallowing atmosphere . Those who were afraid of darkness needed somebody closer with them to overcome with their fear . Supporting each other . Speaking soft words to them until the fatal weather passes and the oozes of morni