Iris kept looking toward Ava, she was waiting for her sister to say something, anything but her sister was lost in her world. Iris looked around herself. Not knowing what is she supposed to do. Iris was both surprised and nervous seeing Ava. After days of not seeing her, she lost the hope of her expecting her sister to visit her. A part of her felt saddened that she was almost killed and yet her Ava didn't care enough to visit her while the other part was more understanding. Iris knows that Ava has her reasons and some valid reasons. Josh or no Josh, Iris did betray Ava and hence she is nervous. It's not that Iris doesn't know of Ava's involvement in her kidnapping. She was very harshly slapped the truth when she raised her concern about Ava not visiting Xander. She still can't forget how fast Xander's expression changed that day. One minute he was soft holding her hands, running his fingers through her hair, and every second he was clenching his jaw, his eyes filled with fury.

Iris's POV"No," he said looking straight into my eyes. Did he just say no?Moving away from his arms I sat crossed legs on the bed. And Xander following me stepped out of the bed.His back facing me. I decided to believe that I heard wrong, hence I decided to confirm. "No?" I asked sadly. A tear was just waiting to fall, as soon as he confirms his answers. My face was mirroring a child who was denied his favorite candy from the person he was sure he can get and now was looking at that person with a sad puppy look, hoping that it might change his opinion. "I mean no you just can't do that to me," he complained. Turning towards her. "Do what?" I sniffed the question, confused. With every passing second, it was getting difficult to control my tears. "I was supposed to ask that angel. It's been weeks, I was planning how am I supposed to propose to you. And then you proposed. " he said looking at her with a cute sadness on his face. Describing Xander with the word cute is quite a t

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

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

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