Every year since that night, I dreaded my birthday. For the past four birthdays, all I did was cry on being alive for one more year. Her screams, how my ex-best friend shoved her down the stairs, how I held her lifeless body in my arms were the only things that would revolve in my brain.My Mumma always told me whatever I wish for on my birthday would come true, and every f*cking birthday I wished for death. I had been waiting for death for the past four birthdays. Her screams haunted me every time I closed my eyes and I just wanted to bring all this misery to end.But for the first time, I didn't wish for death. Rather I thanked God.I thanked God for not fulfilling my wish for the past years. I thanked God for keeping me going, for keeping me alive.And for sending Nicolas in my screwed up life.He was the first person who didn't question me but stood by my side without any condition or expectation. The first person who made his way into my life without making me a prisoner. The fi
I never thought my twenty-fifth birthday would be so beautiful. I felt like God had showered all the happiness on me within a single day. I just couldn't stop smiling. My smile never stopped, even as I went to sleep.After we came from the orphanage, I couldn't stop smiling and ranting about how those precious kids made me feel. During the whole ride, I kept on speaking and appreciating their gestures and my lips always curl in a smile whenever I think of how Nicolas without saying a word kept on listening to me for the whole journey.To be frank, If I were in his shoes, I'd have snapped at myself but bless the man, he didn't stop me even for a second.When we reached his penthouse, I, first of all, apologized to Kia and everyone. But again, bless their precious souls they hugged me without a word.Once again I couldn't help but thank God for sending such people into my life.And I'd be lying if I say I've not been keeping happy since that day.Actually, more than I should.Every day
Valentine's was one of the biggest events in NYC.Love is in the air wasn't a figurative statement. It was a literal one when it came to NYC.The air had a sweet smell and a hint of romance. People were celebrating love in every way.And seeing all these people so happy and in love, made my feelings for a specific man go out of control. Nicolas Arnold, curse that man, he was making it more difficult. He'd been avoiding me a lot for the last two days and that was really irritating me but again I didn't confront him.I loved him, he had feelings for me but damn us, we both were scared to confess. The longer we avoided the truth, the more restlessness my mind and heart felt.I looked at Evans and Tara, the couple of the house, their smile and happiness made my heart sing. Evans was beaming, apparently, he had asked Tara for her hand in marriage in the morning and she said yes.I was genuinely happy for them. The way Evans looked at Tara was enough to make it clear how much he loved her.
My head felt like it'd burst with the pain I was experiencing when I woke up the next morning. I tried to remember what I'd done last night and when I remembered it, my head spun again."Yes, you scoundrel, I have fallen for you too and as much as I want to kiss you, I don't know how to."What the hell did I say? Someone tell me, I didn't say that. I didn't say any thing! Oh Bloody hell! What did I f*cking do?I held my head in my hands trying to think what the hell actually happened. I couldn't think, no matter how hard I tried.I'm f*cking dying, aren't I?Oh, God! Did I really confess my feelings to him? God! What must he think of me now? I bet he is horrified!No. No. No. Think more, Ari!I strained my brain as hard as I could, trying to think of something that I hadn't screwed up! I couldn't think of anything. I felt like I was going to faint.All my brain could muster up was how Sienna made me drink, then we cheered and then... blank, every-f*cking-thing blank followed by the se
It felt like everything was a dream. Never in my life did I imagine having someone who would value me so much. I never considered how different it would be to love someone who would love me back.The fear I had when I walked to his office was now replaced with a feeling of relief.He loves me.He had always loved me.As he held me close to his heart, I saw the glimpse of my Mumma smiling. She softly nodded at me, and she smiled her heart out."I'll see you tomorrow, Amore." He said as leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he pulled my face closer to his. My breathing became erratic as he leaned into my lips. Earlier in the office, I'd just pressed my lips on his, what if he wanted to kiss me ? Damn it! I don't want to embarrass myself.As I sped the train of my thoughts, I felt his lips on my cheek. He knew exactly the sort of emotions I was feeling because he was the one I was feeling them for. I could see him smiling."Only you, mi amore. Only you."My heart raced on ov
It's been two days since the encounter we had with Nicolas' father and as much as I'm curious to know about him, I didn't want to hurt his or Mama's feelings by asking questions.He and Mama were too good at pretending, but not enough to fool me.His gorgeous smile was somewhere missing and Mama's sassy and hyper nature was on the low side from the last two days. I thought they wanted to deal with it on their own, hence I didn't pry but it hurts to see the two people I love the most in the world going through this.So today Kia and I are baking a cake for her Nicky uncle and Mama in their absence. I glanced at Kia who was sitting on the countertop watching me mix the cake batter. "Ari?""Yes, Kia baby.", I answered while I wiped my hands on the apron and walked over to her.She stretched her arms and hugged me closely. I hugged her back, "What's wrong Kia?""I'm happy.", she announced while she released herself from the hug." You will never leave me and Nicky uncle?", she continued as
This was not how I expected it to end. I felt tears of anger in my eyes as I looked at him. How could he do this? How the f*ck could he do this? This is outrageous, simply absurd.I can't believe my eyes as I saw the credits roll."What's wrong amore?", Nicolas asked as he sat beside me on the couch."I'm fine, I'm okay," I answered. "It's a little unexpected, but it's just this isn't quite how I wanted the story to end." I sulked as I buried my head in his chest, he chuckled stroking my hair. His laughter sending a jolt of shiver down my body."It's okay, amore. It's just a movie." His fingers ran down the lengths of my hair."It's not. I just spent my f*cking two hours just to see the super amazing and undeniably gorgeous male lead dying for the woman who clearly didn't give a sh*t about him." I reasoned, my mind a jumbled mass of anger and disappointment."What did you say about the male lead?" he asked as he frowned in dissatisfaction."Here I'm ranting about how much of a trash t
Perfect! He was perfect in every possible sense. He was everything I wanted and everything I needed. I can't stop thinking about him. I've lost my heart to him.And that's not it. I was falling for him with every look he gave me, every word he spoke, every touch he gave me over and over again. Bloody hell!My lips curled into a smile at the memory of last evening.I was standing in front of my mirror looking at the ugly scar I got due to that horrible incident. The more I looked at the scar, the more I felt miserable.I hadn't realised that Mr Arnold was listening to me crying over something so petty. God! I was so silly.When I opened the door, he was right there, leaning with his arms crossed over his chest. His face was calm as he looked at me. He grabbed my hand and walked into my room with me. He stopped right in front of the mirror, his arms wrapped around me from behind, eyes staring into mine through the mirror. He held my hand and made me pull my blouse little exposing my sca