IvannaI can't turn around and lower my eyes, being ashamed of what I just said. I can't even feel the pain he is going through after hearing my bitter words."Christian!", mom exclaims and looks at me nervously."If you had realized it before, you could've explored more men", he utters. I sense his voice, close to my ear. He is too close to me. And it's being unbearable for me to stay away from him. Please, hug me. Hug me for once. I can't do it on my own. I just need a warm hug from you to survive the rest of my life.He leans down to look at me from sideways as I fill some courage inside me to look at him. Don't cry, Ivanna. I warn myself. Our eyes meet. His eyes look swollen. He must have cried a lot. He smirks at me."At least, you could tell me that you got exhausted. I would've never tied you up with me. I would set you free from this bond", he mu

AdavanThe only girl I craved for is not standing before as my bride. I am standing at the entrance of the church when she gets down from the car in bridal attire.I have always hated white and I didn't know white can be this much beautiful until I saw her in it. She walks on the red carpet, glueing her eyes to the stairs. I smile at her and proceed with my hand when she is two steps down. She glances at me and gives her hand on mine. I lean down and kiss on her palm while I can hear the sound of captures. I stand by her and hold her shoulder."You're looking terribly beautiful", I tell her but she doesn't react. "Look", I squeeze her shoulder. "Smile! I don't want everyone to find something suspicious. At least, behave like a bride in front of media", I shrug and smile at the same time.She replies nothing to me and looks up with a fake smile. After giving a few chances to the media to capture the pictures, I take her inside the church. It's full of all

Christian"What the fuck! Christian!", Sunny yells as he comes inside the dorm room. I am continuously playing the guitar, glueing my eyes to the concrete floor."Christian", he jerks me as I stop, passing a frustrated look."What happened?", I grumble, placing the guitar on the bed."Buddy, isn't it Ivanna?", he panics, showing me a picture on his phone.My eyes stuck on the screen when I see her in bridal attire, holding Adavan's arm. I feel my eyes burning with anger and frustration. I knew it would happen. Still, one of the corners of my heart wanted it to stop. I can't believe she had become someone's bride, not mine.I drive my eyes away from the phone immediately and take my guitar again."I'm asking you something", sunny exclaims. "Isn't it Ivanna?", I shake my head."What the... How?", he looks at me in disbelief."She left me", I say in a heavy voice. The hangover of losing her is still so fresh. I don't know h

IvannaI have been lying on the bed the whole day. Martha comes to check me every hour and gets me food. Until the evening, I start feeling a little better when Martha again comes with a phone. She gives it to me."Master", she says as I take the phone nervously."H...hello", I mutter."I'll be there in a while. Put on the red gown. You'll find it in the closet. I want you prepared in an hour", he says and cuts the call. I hand it to Martha.She brings out the gown for me and helps me to get ready. At this moment, I'm anxious about meeting mom. She can easily figure out I'm not well. How will I tell her? With every passing second, I'm being weaker. I thought it would be easy for me. However, it's not. Until I have soul into my body, it'll not be easy.*After Martha leaves, I look at myself in the mirror again. My body is weakening. I wonder how I will walk into the reception. Meanwhile, the door opens as Adavan comes inside. I gulp,

IvannaMom runs her fingers through my hairs, nuzzling my cheek with another hand. I had been feeling so low for the last few days. After that night, mom didn't talk to me properly which weakened me more. I wasn't expecting her to be here today. Nonetheless, I don't want her to leave anymore. I wanted to plead to Adavan. He can do whatever he wants with me. But I want my mom close to me."Are you okay, Ivanna?", mom asks."Yes, mom", I mutter into her lap."I don't know why I'm not feeling like you are okay. Is there something?", she urges to know."I was just.... You didn't attend my wedding. You were mad at me. I had broken Christian's trust. I lost my childhood friend. There were too many things. I'm unable to keep up with these", I lie to her. Although all the reasons were valid, the biggest reason is still hidden from her which I can't even reveal."You are suffering