"Bang""Xander!!!!!" Iris shouted at top of her lungs.Another nightmare.Another sleepless night.Once again the memory of her wedding, the attack flashed in front of her eyes.Taking a deep breath she looked around to find herself in bed. She looked around her old room. Her home before her family moved to the Russo mansion.The image of Xander's limp body kept tormenting her slumber. It is not possible for her to get any sleep, anytime she closes her eyes the last smile Xander has tormented her. It's been two days and still, Xander is in critical condition. He is still not responding to the treatment. That's what all the doctors told them. They said that Xander was lucky that the bullet didn't harm any organs and that though the operation was difficult, they managed to get the bullet out of his body. But he lost a lot of floods not only because of the bullet but also because they informed him that, maybe during Xander's fall he hit his head somewhere and the impact seems pretty
4 years later Iris's POV"Flashback"Kissing my forehead he promised, I will always be the Queen of his heart.Kissing my eyes he promised,he has eyes only for me.Kissing my nose he promised,to care about my every little dream. Kissing my cheeks he promised,to always be a gentleman and respect my every wish.Kissing my chin he promised, I will always be the only beauty. Kissing my lips he promised, everything. ....true passion, true love, true admiration, true to be in all his emotions.And lastly kissing my neck he claimed me as his, forever and ever till infinity. ...And now I have only those memories left, to remind me that there was once a time when I was his.And he mine.Memories which I treasure.Memories engraved in my head till my last breath. He may not be mine anymore . But I will always be his. My heart will only beat for him . And my eyes will only seek him. Memories which are now Vague in his head more precisely, memories that don't even exist for him.Ou
Iris's POV"I hate parties." I groaned bored. I always did. They never ended well for me and nor did o ever enjoy one. "The feeling is mutual. " said the man who is the reason, I am here sitting dolled up, watching these snobbish, rich people faking themselves.These two-faced people don't get tired. That's what i keep asking myself. Ethan Brown my college best friend. And also my knight in shining armour. Sitting beside me wearing a blue tux, his blond hair styled perfectly and his deep green eyes bored just like me. Though he is oblivious I can see girls giving him flirtatious looks. And why won't they, because no matter how much I am hating him right now for making me attend this boring party, I can't deny that Ethan is a definition of handsome.More than the beautiful chandeliers and expensive decorations he is the centre of attraction.And it's not like he doesn't enjoy that attention. The only reason he is not paying them in my mind is that of his parents. Because to quote h
Flashback -------------------Just like all other days, I was on the terrace. Once again amazed by the serenity I feel, while watching the beautiful stars.I remember when I was a kid and lost my favorite doll, I cried for the whole day, it was a gift from my dad. Mom tried consoling me with all but all her attempts went in vain.Then she took me on the terrace and showed me these beautiful twinkling lights, the small glow of hope in the darkness."Sweety whenever you lose, something you love a lot, then you can always come here and make a wish to these beautiful twinkling angels and believe me they will fulfill all your wishes," she said kissing my head tenderly.And from that day onwards I made it my habit, every time I would lose something or feel low, I would come here sometimes I made wishes. And sometimes just to spend time in serenity they provide me.I remember out of habit one day I was spreading on the floor of my terrace, watching my faraway friends with a smile on my face
Flashback ------------------The memory of that day snapped me out of my Trance. I can never forget, how I pleaded to try and do anything possible to make Xander remember me. But the doctor only looked at me in pity. "There must be some way." that was what I shouted at the doctor. I was desperate. "Mrs. Russo you're pregnant, please. You hurting yourself is going to affect your baby. " those words of the doctors were a slap to my reality. For my baby, I accepted my faith, and I came to terms with the fact that now for my Xander I am just some stranger walking on the road, someone he doesn't know and is not important to give a second glance. My last memory of Xander was clutching his head, his jaw tight and he was groaning in pain, while the doctor tries to make him recall me. And the funniest joke life played with me was that Xander forgot the last 4 years of his life only. Years in which o existed. Partial amnesia or what the doctor called anterograde amnesia. He said if we
Xan..der...Xan..to...p" my stomach is aching due to all the laughing. I said trying to pry his hands away but he was stronger than me. And Xander is nowhere done tickling me. And believe me, this method of punishment is more painful. Tears are spilling out of my eyes. I want him to stop. But the mischievous glint in his eyes is so enticing. He looks so carefree. Xander very rarely shows this side. Mostly he is uptight, on the point, and sometimes brutal. As I say Bossy Mr. Russo. So him this easy is always refreshing to me. But the price I am paying to see him like this is now intolerable. "Say the esoteric words." the devil said, putting both my hands above my head and holding it with one hand. His eyes crinkled with a wide smile, while he is breathing quickly. We were both tired from the physical activity. I want to free my hands but I came his grip is strong and I pout, why he is so strong, with just one hand he is restricting my two.While the other is ready to tickle me again
Leaving the lawn I ran towards my building. Reaching my apartment, I fished the keys from my clutch and entered. Moving I entered my bedroom, closed it slid down bringing my knees to my chest I hugged them and sobbed, just sobbed. I don't know for how long. I tried to compose myself but, the pain is too much to bear. My idea to stay alone was bad very bad, instead of feeling better, it turned my emotions ten times more painful. The loneliness and the nights brought beautiful memories of me and Xander and that was enough to break me. Pain. I always heard people saying with love pain comes unasked but never believed them. I always thought how can such a beautiful feeling bring pain to you but now that I am in this situation I can very well tell why people say so. Love makes you vulnerable, it do makes you strong but at the same time becomes your biggest weakness. You will trade all your happiness just to see one smile on the face of your lover and the same is with me, no matter ho
Pain is the only thing that I feel. But why?Is it because you left?Or because you didn't come back.Or is it because I spent so many nights awake waiting for your return?I don't know why this pain, especially when I am right where I wanted to be, in your arms. Why my heart instead of fluttering, is constricting?Why the face that used to take my breath away, is now making it hard for me to breathe?Why the arms that used to feel so warm, are so cold today?Why, though my heart is racing I feel like I don't have one?Why is there no way, that can lead me to where you left off?You are standing right here in front of me, then why my eyes are searching for you?You found me but then why do I feel like I lost you?We are so close, but then why do I feel the distance of miles between us?Why do the eyes staring back at me, feels so blank?I am trying to run away from you, against my heart's will. Then why fate is hell-bent on making me fall in your arms? Averting my eyes from the blan