Chapter 40

Chapter 40

It was the day of their marriage. Ian woke up from his bed at five in the morning by the fragrance of blooming blossoms coming from his window. 

The sun was yet to arrive and the sky was still dark with shades of blue. A cuckoo was singing sitting on one of the trees as though greeting him to a new sphere of life that would be filled with happiness, satisfaction and gaiety.

Ian stretched his arms after rubbing his eyes and his rims unknowingly stretched to a smile. His long and slender feet kissed the plush carpet spread beside the bed as he walked to the window barefoot. 

Peeping out his head he closed his eyes and inhaled deep the delightful fragrances of blossoming roses from the garden downs