Tag: #romance

  • Betrothal Betrayal 

    “Morning, my friends! Wake up now, for today we’re going to see my parents and have breakfast at theirs. Hurry up!” Sheryl cried to a bunch of sleepyheads in the bedroom.

    She had brought her college friends home for the winter break. Her parents owned a flat in the city and had her live with her friends over there, while they lived in nearby town where her father was offered a bungalow given his high post. Sheryl had no idea why even her mother didn’t come to see her friends at the flat, and decided they’ll go surprise-visit them today.

    They’re five people, so they booked a cab and reached her father’s bungalow in an hour. She saw three-four cars in the driveway, one his own, one by the company, and she didn’t know the rest. The watchman knew his sir’s daughter, so he let them all pass. Sheryl saw a man facing towards the lawn unknown of their presence and ran to hug him from the back. “Look who’s here,” she said.

    “Sheryl?” A voice called out. It was her father, at the stairs.

    She got puzzled as who he was was who she hugged, and quickly let go to see a young man in his 30s, smiling to her.

    “Dad, hi. He wore the same shirt so I — Sorry, sir.”

    “Oh, dear daughter. Welcome to her friends. Sheryl, we have the CEO’s birthday party here tonight, and I was busy with all that preps, so your mom and I couldn’t come see you all. How are you, kids? You comfortable at the flat?”

    “Hi, Sher. I didn’t expect to see you here today.” Another familiar voice crept out of the house.

    “Manny! Hi, hi. How come you’re here?”

    “It’s my uncle, the CEO. And his son, who you hugged. We came to oversee the prep.”

    She took a minute to absorb the information. Then she told her dad that she expected her friends to have breakfast here, and later go for sightseeing. But he said he and his mom, and the househelp are all busy and can’t host them presently, and he’s sorry. Manny’s dad came out and provided a solution. He asked his son to take all the guests home and feed them. He agreed. Manny’s dad also invited them all to the party.

    “Take my driver with you, Sheryl. And another car?”

    “It’s fine, uncle. I’ll take mine.” Manny’s cousin said.

    They all got seated: Sheryl, Manny and the cousin in one, and her four friends in the other. “I’m Sanjay, nice to meet you.”

    “Sorry for earlier.”

    “OMG, did you notice the sparks?” It was her friend, Lara, saying to the other three. “Manny is that school friend, school crush of Sheryl’s. See? And that cousin, you should have seen his eyes when she hugged him. He was all flustered! Oh, this is so cute.”

    “Yeah? Set them up then,” Vera said, sarcastically.

    Manny’s mother provided them with breakfast, and then she also took leave to oversee the party decorations. Sheryl told Manny that she won’t attend the party as she had her friends who wanted to roam about. Besides she didn’t bring any dress. Sanjay proposed they all go shopping. And Lara instantly agreed and made her friends say yes too.

    Sheryl reluctantly gave in. They all went shopping in the nearby mall and bought clothes. The one Sheryl selected was a bit too expensive and above her debit card limit, which Sanjay noticed and paid instead. Sheryl awkwardly thanked him and they all went home. Lara then approached him and Manny, and indirectly told that Sheryl’s single.

    “She’s cute, your friend. I like her. Manny? What do you say? Am I too old for her?”

    “Shut up, bro,” Manny said, thinking it was nothing but a funny joke.

    At the party, Sanjay approached Sheryl and said she looked pretty. Sheryl smiled and before she could reply, the CEO got up and said, “Thank you, my dear friends for this amazing party. I’m so happy. So I’ll return this happiness by an announcement. My son, Sanjay, he’s betrothed! Surprise! Haha. Here, son, come and meet her. It’s your childhood sweetheart.”

  • Lovin’ You Was A losin’ Game

    Lovin’ You Was A losin’ Game

    ❝What a plot twist you were.❞

    ~ Anonymous

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    DRACO

    Loving someone is one of the most vulnerable positions you can be. You open your heart to another person, and your best wish is for him or her to love you in return. Unfortunately, life is not a Nicholas Sparks movie; love isn’t always reciprocated, and it doesn’t always end in a happy life ever after. I had to learn this hard truth, and chances are, you’re reading this because you have, too. Sometimes, love isn’t a feeling you force upon yourself; it just happens. When you spend more time with another human being, you expose…

    I never wanted to leave her alone, but it was late, and the graveyard gates were about to be closed.

    You see, I had a girlfriend; yes, I did. Nesta. You know what does it mean. Pure.

    Don’t go yet

    Just listen to me

    for just five minutes, okay?

    I know your time is precious but

    I need someone.

    Hope you are still listening.

    I don’t know if you are but

    I will sit here in the dark

    and pore my heart out

    pretending you are still here

    even if you left

    I won’t know

    why?

    Because as I said

    it’s dark.

    So, where was I? Ya, pure, her name meant pure, just like her soul.

    Nesta, my best friend and my soulmate, was the most beautiful girl I’d ever laid eyes on. Her delicate figure sat well on her wafer-thin body. She had a perfect waist, and her complexion had an impeccable, radiant hue. Her pencil-thin eyebrows eased down gently to her black eyelashes. A sculptor could not have fashioned her ears and nose any better. Her Platinum Blonde hair stretched down her hips, which swayed around teasingly as she walked; spools of it plunged around her photogenic face and hid her elegant and smooth neck. Her light, radiant skin glowed ever so softly, with those kissable lips stained the color of love.

    Her beguiling, oyster-white teeth lit up the room when she broke into a smile. It could jolt you like an electric current when that megawatt smile gave you her full attention. I loved her nebulous, dark-green eyes, which sparkled with delight. They were like two beryl-green jewels melted onto the snow. It surprised me that they were plump as she had a demure, timorous personality. Her voguish clothes still kept captive an aroma redolent of lavender. It lingered around me every time she was near, and I still remember her sweet smell; that was the best aroma my nostrils ever came in contact with.

    I proposed to her on this day a year ago. On a random day, she challenged me to spend a day without her, no messages, no calls, nothing. What do I get in return? I know the question is bugging you. Be patient; I am coming to that. She will love me forever if I passed it, she had said, and I agreed because I couldn’t resist those puppy dog eyes she made. They were just too cute to say no to.

    The next day we didn’t exchange any words. It was difficult, but I wanted her to be happy. What I didn’t know……

    Sorry for the tears, but there seems to be a water tank overflowing inside me that never seems to stop leaking out of my eyes. (Pained laugh)

    What I didn’t know was she was living the last twenty-four hours of her life. You see, she had a brain tumor, a deadly disease. Anyways, I went to see her as soon as I was up for the next day.

    “I did it,” I shouted to her, but she didn’t respond. How could she? She was lying in a coffin with a note clutched in her fist. You know what was written inside

    “You did it, baby, keep doing it every day I love you, Drake.” And then *BAM* the reality came toppling over me. She had left me forever and ever. She had turned her back on me to never turn back around. That idiot. But you know what? She still lives in my dreams, and I still love her…….

    THE END

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    Saw this as a poem somewhere and wanted to create my version, so here you go…

  • THE MISSING PIECE 

    THE MISSING PIECE 

    Once upon a time, in a quaint village nestled amidst rolling green hills, lived a young woman named Isabella. She possessed a soul that yearned for something greater—a spiritual awakening that would bring her closer to the mysteries of the universe. Little did she know that her journey would lead her not only to enlightenment but also to the purest form of love and emotions she had ever encountered.

    Isabella was a dreamer, forever seeking answers beyond the tangible realm. One fateful day, as she wandered through a serene garden, she stumbled upon an ancient, moss-covered stone. Intrigued, she reached out and caressed its weathered surface, a surge of energy passing through her fingertips.

    In that moment, Isabella felt a connection so profound that her spirit awakened to the subtle whispers of the universe. She embarked on a journey of self-discovery, delving deep into the teachings of mystics and sages. Her heart opened, ready to embrace the mysteries that lay ahead. As she thought she found everything she have ever dreamed of, she still felt empty inside.

    The thought of something missing inside her heart won’t let her sleep, she is now starts getting irritated on the fact that she could not find that missing piece of her heart.

    Morning came and Isabella decides to go to her favourite place near the bank of river and sat down there to look into her heart, her mind, and thoughts. As she was sitting in peace looking over the beauty of nature the flowing water, the cold and steady wind caressing her face, the fresh air, birds and trees. She was so immersed in the moment that she did not realises there is someone sitting beside her and watching her enjoy the moment. Isabella heard the sound of little giggle coming from her right side, she instantly turned and saw a guy with brunette hair, dark brown eyes, in white shirt and brown trousers and the sun rays on his face making it looks so dreamy and unnatural that for an instance she didn’t believe that it’s a real moment and not a dream.

    Isabella is constantly looking at his smile so gloomy that made the surroundings calmer and more peaceful. She is lost in the moment so deep she did not hear a word he said to her. The moment she got hold of herself she couldn’t resist herself from asking him about who actually is he and what is he doing here, where did he came from, what is his name and tons of more questions.



    The boy started speaking and told her, “Hey, I am Gabriel, I am an artist, here for a little research, I heard this place is some kind of magical and thought I could maybe capture the beauty here in my canvas. I must say this place and the people sure are magical”.

    Gabriel was a kind-hearted artist named. He possessed a gentle nature and an unwavering passion for capturing the essence of life’s beauty on canvas.

    Isabella asked him to spent more time with her and took him for a coffee at her house where Gabriel saw all her books of spiritual awakening and how to get a peaceful ad calm mind in her small bookshelf besides her couch.

    There was a part of Gabriel’s heart that always wanted to connect with the god and untangle his own thoughts and achieve internal peace and live a calm life far away from the business and chaos of the world. As he met Isabella, he realises that only she could help him achieve what he had always desired.

    Isabella and Gabriel keep talking and she realised the missing piece of her heart was love, a person she can love, adore, admire with all of her heart. As she looks in Gabriel’s eyes while he is talking, she felt like he is that missing piece she was looking for everywhere. She felt tears running down her cheeks and a smile on her lips, a feeling she never felt before in her lifetime, the overflowing emotions in her heart wanting her to get up and take him in her embrace and never leave.

    Gabriel panicked a little and asked her what happened putting his cup pf coffee down on the table, standing beside her wiping her tears, offering water and asking again and again if she is okay. Isabella got up and hugged him without saying anything to him, he could not understand Isabella’s actions but he still tried to comfort her.

    After a while Isabella stopped and apologises for her actions and offered Gabriel to join her for her journey of spiritual awakening. Gabriel was happy and accepted immediately.

    Now they both together explored the realms of consciousness, meditating beneath the stars, and engaging in deep philosophical conversations that illuminated their spirits. With every passing day, their connection grew stronger, anchored in a profound understanding of one another’s souls.

    Isabella and Gabriel became one another’s muses, intertwining their creativity and channelling their emotions into breath-taking works of art. Gabriel would paint vibrant landscapes that mirrored Isabella’s spiritual visions, capturing the colours of her awakening soul. Isabella, in turn, would pen poetic verses that danced upon the pages, infused with the depth of their love and the vastness of their shared emotions.



    Their love transcended the boundaries of the physical world, existing in a realm where souls entwined and hearts beat in perfect harmony. They communicated not only through words and gestures but also through the unspoken language of the heart—an ethereal symphony of love that resonated deep within their beings.

    As Isabella and Gabriel delved deeper into their spiritual awakening, they discovered the immense power of unconditional love. They learned to surrender to the divine flow of the universe, allowing love to guide their every action and decision. They embraced vulnerability, for they knew that it was through their vulnerability that they would find strength.

    Their love story was not without its challenges, for the path of enlightenment often demands sacrifice and resilience. Yet, through it all, Isabella and Gabriel stood as beacons of light, illuminating each other’s darkest corners and sharing the burden of their individual journeys.

    In the pure form of their love and emotions, they found solace, inspiration, and a profound sense of belonging. It was a love that nurtured their souls and ignited their spirits, igniting a flame that burned brighter with every passing day.

    As their spirits soared in unison, Isabella and Gabriel became a testament to the transformative power of love and the profound beauty of a spiritually awakened heart. They had discovered that true love goes beyond fleeting moments and superficial desires—it resides in the depths of our souls, connecting us to the divine essence of the universe.

    Isabella has found the missing piece she was wondering and Gabriel found the path to the life he ever wanted in the form of a human named Isabella.

    THE END

  • THE MELODY OF LOVE..

    The sun shone into the music room, illuminating the dusty piano that sat in the corner. For as long as the young pianist, Delilah, could remember, the piano had been her passion. Every day she would come to the music room and practice her repertoire, feeling as if the music freed her from the troubles of the world.

    But today, something was different. Delilah had the strangest feeling that someone was watching her, and she peered around the corner to find a handsome man standing there. He was dressed in an expensive suit and had a stern, almost emotionless expression on his face.

    Delilah felt her heart skip a beat, and the man finally spoke.

    ‘I’m here to hire you,’ he said. ‘My name is Aiden, and I need a pianist for a business event next weekend.’

    Delilah was taken aback by the request, but she nodded and accepted the job. She had no idea what the event was, but she was determined to make the best of it.

    The weekend of the event came, and Delilah arrived at the location to find a lavish ballroom full of people. Aiden was there, and he greeted her warmly. As they talked, Delilah found herself drawn to his sharp wit and intelligence.

    The event was a success, and Delilah was thanked by Aiden for her contribution. He offered to take her out to dinner to celebrate, and Delilah eagerly accepted.

    The night went well, and over dinner, Aiden confessed that he was a person who didn’t believe in love. He had been burned too many times, and he wasn’t willing to risk his heart again.

    Delilah listened intently, understanding his feelings and the two talked until the early hours of the morning. As he walked her home, Delilah realized she had fallen in love with Aiden, despite his belief that love wasn’t real.

    When they reached her door, Aiden kissed her gently and whispered, ‘I’m beginning to believe in love again.’

    The next day, Delilah and Aiden began a romantic relationship, and over time, his heart opened up to hers. They spent their days playing music together, and soon they were discussing marriage.

    On the day of their wedding, Delilah nervously walked down the aisle towards her future husband. When they reached the altar, Aiden took her hand in his and said, ‘Lila, you are the love of my life. I’m so glad I found you.’

    The two married and lived happily ever after, proving that even the most hardened of hearts can learn to love again.

  • Whispers of the Heart

    Whispers of the Heart

    Once upon a time, in a picturesque little town, lived a young woman named Emily. She possessed a kind heart and an imaginative spirit, always yearning for something more. As fate would have it, one fateful evening, she stumbled upon an antique bookstore tucked away on a quiet street.

    Intrigued by the charm of the place, Emily stepped inside, the scent of aged pages filling her senses. As she roamed the aisles, a book caught her attention—a weathered, leather-bound novel with a faded title: “Whispers of the Heart.” Curiosity consumed her, and she couldn’t resist taking it home.

    That very night, Emily delved into the enchanting world of the book. Its pages seemed to hold the secrets of love and romance, transporting her to a realm where dreams were painted with vibrant colors. With each chapter, she felt her heart flutter, longing for a love story of her own.

    Days turned into weeks, and Emily found herself visiting the bookstore more frequently, seeking solace within its walls. There, amidst the stacks of books, she met Daniel, a gentle soul who shared her passion for literature. Their encounters began with casual conversations about favorite authors and soon blossomed into a friendship that held the promise of something more.

    As Emily and Daniel spent time together, their connection grew stronger, as if the very pages of “Whispers of the Heart” had come alive. They laughed, they cried, and they discovered shared dreams and aspirations. It was as if destiny had written their love story, and they were merely following its script.

    One radiant evening, beneath a sky sprinkled with stars, Daniel gathered the courage to confess his feelings for Emily. With trembling hands and a heart brimming with hope, he spoke words that echoed the sentiments of a thousand love stories. And in that moment, as if their souls had always known, Emily’s heart whispered its affirmation.

    Their love story unfolded like the pages of a cherished novel, filled with tender moments and unforgettable adventures. They traveled hand in hand, explored the world together, and faced life’s challenges as a team. With every passing day, their love grew deeper, embracing the magic of “Whispers of the Heart” that had brought them together.

    And so, in the embrace of their shared dreams, Emily and Daniel wove a timeless romance—a tale that echoed through generations, reminding the world of the power of love and the enchantment found within the pages of a book.

  • The Eventful Night

    I was pacing like a mad man, walking up and down the hallway. I glanced at the grandfather clock – it was five o’clock, and I had only an hour and a half left to get ready. I made a couple of phone calls before I showered to make sure everything was in the right place. Tonight there was no room for messing up – it should be perfect. Speaking about perfect, I tried out every outfit in my closet to find the right one for the occasion. But later I discarded the idea for a new blue suit. I also decided to shave and get myself a new haircut from Bessel and Bunkers.

    I was all ready in an hour. I had half an hour to go and I had no idea what to do. I picked up the Vogue, skimming through the pages I have seen a dozen times now. It was the only thing I could do to kill time. Finally, I made my way to the porch. I knew that this was a huge step in my life and that a little bit of peace would be of some good. I watched the scene before me, as I counted the rise and fall of the tide. A few couples lingered on the beach, some of them holding hands and walking near the blue waters. The sun dipped low kissing the horizon. I knew that there were going to be more days like this, days full of peace and eternal beauty.

    I was back in the hall and noticed that it was six- twenty on the clock. I had to get going. I grabbed my keys and hopped into my car. Crystal’s house was only a few minutes away. Every turn came naturally, I have traveled these roads a million times and I knew them by heart.

    I pressed the doorbell and waited patiently. I watched the moths flutter near the light trying to concentrate on anything but the nervous feeling in my stomach. The door opened and Mr. Hutchinson looked at me like I was here for the first time. Mr. Hutchinson is Crystal’s father. He is a bald, patriotic man and would rather watch President Trump on TV than talk to an outsider. But when he does, he talks about his love for the nation and what a wonderful man John F. Kennedy was. He would often tell me “Kid, get into politics it would do you good.” Otherwise, he remained silent and once in a while questioned me about the working of things like the coffee machine.

    “Evening Sir,” I said, though he did not look pleased to see me.

    “Sure, it is going to be a hell of an evening,” he said, his voice lower than usual.

    “So you are taking Crystal out…huh” he continued.

    “Yes sir. I am” I replied ignoring his tone as a mere reflection of his character.

    “So….I want you to know that….” he started his usual advice but this time I was not listening. I looked behind him, at Crystal. She was making her way down the stairs. She was in hot red, her dress cutting low to show off her breasts and the slit along her thighs revealed the clear glow of her caramel thighs. Her hair waved down her shoulders like the way I always liked it. She smiled as she leaned over and kissed her dad goodbye.

    “So you ready,” she said like she knew what was going to happen already. I nodded and lead her to the car. The drive was long and there was a long silence between us. But it was not the awkward kind, I liked it.

    “I am going to stop here,” I said, breaking the silence. She just smiled at me and nodded. I love the way she went along with whatever I did. I knew she trusted me enough to do so. I parked the car near the eucalyptus forest. We stood there holding each other for a couple of minutes.

    “I am nervous,” she finally said.

    “Don’t be. I am sure they will love you” I said, my voice soft and comforting.

    “I hope so,” she said, her arms tightened around me as I pressed a kiss on her head. I was nervous too. Not that my family was mean to strangers but just the fact that she is new and I was not sure of what they were going to think of Crystal.

    I held her hand and walked into the forest. She did all the speaking. She spoke about how her brother was doing at North Western University and how she had to go to the veterinarian five times this week to get some vaccines for her Golden Retriever. She was nervous I could tell. She was constantly pulling at the strings on her purse and was biting her lower lip when I responded to her stories.

    I raced my palm along the wall that bordered the forest. It was covered with ivy. Chris was talking about her new neighbor when suddenly I was swallowed by the wall.

    “Dylan….Dylan are you okay?” she cried, her voice in full panic.

    “Chris, do you trust me,” I asked, smiling from the other side of the wall.

    “I do…but,” she said, panic still lingering in her voice.

    I stuck out my hand through the ivy and the hole in the wall. She grabbed it and before she knew it I pulled her through, and into my arms.

    “Keep your eyes closed,” I said, my voice almost a lost whisper in the wind.

    “Is something wrong?” she asked, concerned.

    I pressed a kiss on her shoulder, her neck, and finally her ear before I whispered “No darling. We are here. We are home.”

    She opened her eyes. And I was content to see her reaction, this was all I was waiting for.

    “Is this your family?” she asked.

    “Well, you said you wanted to meet my family. These are the people I consider as family.” I replied pointing to the large crowd near the bonfire.

    Her shock did not subside. She stood there in my arms and did not make a move.

    “You will be just fine. They are going to love you.” I said, pulling her towards the crowd.

    The event was set up exactly the way I imagined. Mom had the steaks going with a couple of my aunts. Dad was talking to my friends about the basketball game from the night before. Brian and Cassie, my siblings, are handing out drinks. And Brian’s partner Conner was the DJ for the night. I wanted Chris to meet everyone.

    Cassie was the super extrovert for the three of us. She loved having people over and was always making friends. It would be a surprise to know that someone in town was unaware of her whereabouts.

    She was the first to notice that we arrived. She ran across the lawn and into my arms. She pulled away scanning my face and said, “Don’t tell me you took the shot cut and brought her through the wall.” I do not know how she found out, but I nodded.

    “I would be lying if I said no,” I said with a shameless smile across my face.

    “Stop it, Cassie!” Mom’s voice came from behind Cassie.

    Cassie stepped back her arms up like she was standing in front of a cop. Mom embraced me “Daring, I am so happy that you planned this,” she said. I hugged her facing Cassie. She made a vulgar gesture I chose to ignore before she acknowledged Chris’s presence.

    “Leave Crystal to me. I will show her around. She will be okay” Mom said, pulling Chris towards the girls. Chris turned around, my mom’s hand was still firm on her arm. I gave her an apologetic look and waved simply until she looked away.

    “Man… What up?” Drake asked, pulling me towards his chest. Drake was my best friend from high school, he was the playmaker of The Royal Crown(our basketball team in high school). I high-fived the others, grabbing a coke as I joined the group in casual conversation.

    “So is she here?” Dad asked, his hand thrown over my shoulder. He was a casual man that knew very little about being a dad. He talked to me like he was a classmate since Kindergarten. He was different from all fathers. But I guess that just made it easier for me in many ways.

    “Nice suit Dylan” one of my friends complimented.

    I murmured “thank you”. I usually do not get complimented so I was trying to find something to say.

    But before I could come up with something Dad broke the unnoticed silence.

    “He has a better style since Crystal,” he said, “for his Prom, he showed me a shirt that said ‘Vampires Rule’ and thought that it would be the best match with a khaki pants” he continued.

    I looked down hiding my embarrassment. “My partner liked me in khaki,” I replied.

    “Sure she would have liked a bald head and a naked guy,” my father replied. “doesn’t mean you lose your sense of dressing,” he added.

    Everyone laughed at that and I bowed low taking a good minute to look at myself. Indeed my fashion has improved since Chris. Speaking of Chris I looked around and caught her eye. She smiled at me and waved. I waved back but before I could get her response my sister pulled her aside introducing another of her friends.

    In the next few hours, I met my classmates and a couple of family members. They all had flown in from Canada to attend this event. I only mentioned it a couple of times and they insisted that they come. It was important for them to meet the woman that will potentially become my wife.

    Dad called Chris to the house for some reason that I was not supposed to know. She was good with people and I saw that all those nerves were now gone as she walked out of the house, her laughter full and real. She had changed her outfit and was now dressed in white shorts and a red tank top. Her hair was up in a high ponytail and her legs……I looked around to see if anyone noticed the young, teenage look on my face. I shook my face and my head a bit dizzy at the sight of her. I looked away, urging myself to stay interested in the conversation Matt seemed excited about. I nodded stupidly, as my mind returned to Chris.

    Hours later we all gathered around the fire. Our s’mores were ready and mama joined in as we shared “talent”. Conner had an unbelievable talent for beatboxing, I knew that I should not have expected anything less from a DJ. Cassie was excellent at the guitar and sang a few songs urging Chris to sing along. Chris was enjoying herself, her face bright and attentive as she listened to Cassie rattle about the club down the street. She looked so beautiful and I knew that we would have many more nights like this, just me and her. Her hair was flying a few stands brushing her face. She reached up and tucked a few strands behind her ear. I smiled to myself imagining myself do that, imagining myself running my hands through her hair. She turned and looked my way – I froze my heart beating fast. I looked away and tried to look for some sort of conversation to join but failed. Everyone was talking to one person or the other. I had no choice but to look back. And when I did she raised an eyebrow in silent question – What?

    I nodded simply, she smiled at me, her rich, red lips curving upward. I cursed under my breath. She loved it when I admired her secretly and enjoyed teasing me when I caught me doing it.

    “You are no less than a teenager” she would say. Something that I don’t take as a compliment.

    The evening was closing in – a few stars were already insight. The group was still singing songs and sharing stories. Little did I know that they were going in a certain order. When Cassie said, “So Dylan I guess it is your turn now.”

    I stared at the audience. Me! I knew nothing about talent. I could play the piano, but there was no piano here so I dismissed the idea.

    “Me! No! I will pass.” I said.

    “Come on Dylan, show us something!” Conner yelled, the rest of the group cheering in unison. I looked at Chris, she simply tilted her head urging me to please the crowd – “Show us something” she said, echoing Cassie’s words.

    I waited for something…but I had nothing to share. I leaned back against the tree. I ran my hands through my hair trying to come up with something. There was a low whisper initially, the words got louder as everyone chanted. It took a while before I registered them – “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

    I opened my mouth in shock, instantly glaring at Cassie. It must have been her idea. She shrugged, continuing the chant a little louder.

    “No, come on, that is no talent.”

    The chanting descended as Cassie exclaimed, “It sure is a talent, isn’t it? “

    The crowd agreed in a roaring cheer. I looked at Chris as she walked towards me.

    I would kiss her every minute, every hour, and every day but now, with these people watching. Chris and I had never been so public as a couple.

    When Chris was a few inches away, the crowd watched in delight as she pulled me by the shirt, and wrapped her hands around my neck. In response, I held her hip. She pulled me close, her lips hard on mine at first and then gentle with much more passion and love. I ran my hands through her hair as I imagined. The crowd gasped at the sight, he gave them not more than a few minutes to feast their eyes. I shifted Chris pinning her to the tree trunk, blocking their view as I kissed her in return. The crowd sighed in disappointment as I remained there as long as the kiss lasted.

  • Colors and Romance

    Colors and Romance

    Fresh memories you make each day,

    Deep down you travel thee way,

    My love you made me smile

    Wen each morning cup of tea occur by my side,

    Dressing up is never boring wen u stand by and admire

    Colors though not my game as court is always my way

    But you being in town gives new colors to air

    My black turns to yellow and white becomes the blue

    I fly high and deep to get amalgamate as rainbow,

    Your look adds charm of red to my cheeks,

    And your touch makes me spark to glitter gold,

    I wish moments to hold a while before clock hit the time and say goodbye…

    P.S: love never dies rather it grow old with days, months and years, but it’s not always there that we make journey stories with the one we started with. Rather, we fall torn in between sometimes. This doesn’t end the way to us because pyaar se hum jitna bhaagte hai who hume uthna hi sochne par majbhur karta hai, isliye pyar ke jaane par pyaar karna na bhool apitu dubara pyaar kar kyuki “CHILL MAAR” kehna hi kaafi nai …chill hona bhi hota hai.

    As wisely said:

    “THE ONLY WAY TO ESCAPE LOVE IS TO FALL IN IT AGAIN.”

  • “THE UNSAID WORDS WITH U”

    “THE UNSAID WORDS WITH U”

    The gloomy way we talked over,

    Things were tore apart,

    I hold the words as never did before,

    Might be I don’t want to untie the tags we made around,

    You came into dark world when fling of my heart was around,

    Wrapping the flings, with sowing of different reasons to grin,

    A word or phrase was never my part but the pitch that took me apart,

    Sunday evening were unsay,

    Wen grin turned to gloom way,

    O thee man, your silence is my pain

    Blues of Monday were glimmy in all vain,

    Our togetherness in tandem is a sweet harmony,

    Upon the monotony of nights

    I sit and watch for clock to hit sharp,

    Knowing morning is far

    A bit flying to see you another time,

    A bit left reading what you said the last…

  • Running Out of Reasons – Epilogue 2.

    Running Out of Reasons – Epilogue 2.

    *Rachel’s Point of View*

    16th July, 2018.

    “Malcolm!” I winced in pain as I continued hitting his arm, “Malcolm! OH No!” I almost scratched him with my nails.

    “Ow! What the heck! Why are you abusing me at 4am!” he was finally awake.

    “Malcolm! Baby!” I held him arm tighter.

    “Where?” he looked around the room, “I told you not to watch horror movies while you’re pregnant! There’s no baby here!” he chuckled.

    “You dummy,” I shut my eyes, “I’m having a labour pain,” I said.

    “What!” he almost jumped, “oh my god, wasn’t the date due on 4 days later?”

    “It happens,” I was sweating now, “please, please take me to the doctor,”

    “Yes, yeah, okay. Just a minute,” he got up and wore his t-shirt and changed into jeans, “you’re gonna go in this?” he asked looking at my night dress.

    “Just take me to the hospital!” I winced.

    He struggled but settled me in his car as we drove to the hospital.

    “Just breathe!” he put his hand on my lap.

    “I want to punch someone,” I said.

    “Take a deep breath in and out,” he insisted.

    “Malcolm,” I sighed, “faster, please,”

    He chuckled,

    “Gosh,” I snapped, “I’m having a terrible pain and you’re being cheeky and cringe!”

    “Sorry, sorry,” he grinned, “Just concentrate on your breathing, do it like they do in the movies and be there with you  and make you feel alright and wipe your face and hold your hands, that’s so romantic!” he cheered.

    “Malcolm, babe, I love you but please just shut up right now, please,” I said.

    We arrived at the hospital and I was almost done with the pain. The nurse attended me because it was sure an emergency.

    “Breathe!” Michael yelled as he kept running and held my hand while I was laid down on a stretcher.

    “I love you! You’re going to be fine!” he yelled, “take care of her, don’t hurt her!” he said to the nurse.

    “We’ve seen how the mother is more nervous than the father, but this isn’t the case here,” one of them commented.

    I just shut my eyes close and felt Malcolm’s lips on my forehead, “I love you,” I said as they rushed me in the room leaving Malcolm behind.

    ***

    “Its a girl,” the nurse handed the baby to Malcolm as he just stared in wonder.

    “She’s…She’s beautiful,” he mumbled.

    “Her eyes are just like yours,” I smiled weakly.

    “Right?” he looked at me and sat next to me, “She’s as beautiful as you,”

    I smiled to him as the nurse interrupted us, “What do you want to name her?”

    “Christine,” I said and Michael smiled at me. He knew why I named her Christine and I was happy to know how he did not have a problem with him.

    “Christine Luke Clifford,” he said as he kissed my forehead.

    The nurse returned the smile and left as Michael continued looking at Christine, “I feel like I’m going to break her, she’s so delicate and soft,” he said and turned his head up to me, “can you believe that we finally have a baby?”

    “Its unreal,” I smiled back, almost falling asleep, “She’s so beautiful,”

    “I agree, you should sleep now. It was one hell of a night for you,” he said and handed the baby to the nurse who came in to check on me.

    “Goodnight, Malcolm,” I said sleepily.

    “Rachel.” he grinned at me, “its Luke’s birthday today!”

    I was awestruck. Malcolm was so…perfect. He knew how much I’m always going to love Luke and he supported it, he had nothing against it nor did he seem to mind it a bit. He knew how he’d never be the same as Luke because he was Malcolm, and I did love him. I smiled up at Luke and looked at Malcolm, “I love you,” I said.

    He smiled and kissed my cheek, “I love you too, Rachel.”

  • Running Out of Reasons – Epilogue 1.

    Running Out of Reasons – Epilogue 1.

    *Rachel’s point of view*

     

    “God saw you getting tired

    A cure was not to be,

    So He put His arms around you, and whispered, “Come To Me.”

    With tearful eyes we watched you and saw you fade away.

    Although we loved you dearly,we could not make you stay.

    Many times we thought of you, many times we’ve cried,

    If love alone could save you, you never would have died.

    A golden heart stopped beating,your tender hands at rest,

    God took you home to prove to us He only takes the best.

    You never said “I’m leaving”

    You never said “I’m leaving,”

    you never said goodbye,

    you were gone before I knew it,

    and only god knew why.

    A million times I needed you,

    A million times I cried,

    if love alone could save you,

    you never would have died.

    In life I loved you dearly,

    in death I love you still,

    in my heart you hold a place,

    that no one could ever fill.

    It broke my heart to lose you,

    but you didn’t go alone,

    for a part of me went with you,

    the day god took you home.”

    I read as my eyes filled up, the poem I had written for Luke a week after the funeral. I missed him, a lot. I was almost dead inside, myself. Our story was not like the ones you see in movies, not the ones you wished to want. It was definately not the ones that would make you smile, but our story was beautiful. It wasn’t the way I wanted it to be or Luke wanted it to be, but it was still beautiful. Luke left but he developed a whole new me when he did. I was not happy or sad. I did not have any regrets or complains. I did not cry myself to sleep. I was just numb. I did not care what time it was, or what day it was. It had been a month but I was alsmost lifeless. I had no aim, nothing.

    Today was 5sos’ last and final performance, they did not wish to continue after Luke and they did not want to replace him. The fans respected their decision. They had changed too, no matter how much they tried smiling, just for the sake of fans, they weren’t the same old boys I knew. It was fair enough. I wasn’t the same old Rachel, as well. Luke meant something special to all of us and he had taken away a part of us when he left.

    “Rachel?” Caleb’s voice got me back to reality. I was sitting backstage, grabbing my stuff. I was leaving today, I did not want to continue this job since everything only reminded me of Luke.

    “Yeah, I’m done,” I said as I turned back to him.

    “We’re performing our last concert,” he said.

    “Goodluck,” I simply replied and started to leave.

    “Rachel!” He called out and stared at me blankly, “aren’ you coming with us?” he asked.

    “Its pointless,” I sighed.

    “Really?!” He snapped, “Luke gave his life for you,”

    “Caleb!” Malcolm entered the room and walked upto him, “don’t you start that again,”

    “Why?” Caleb pushed Malcolm in frustration, “My best friend gave up his life for her and she’s here acting numb and dead! That’s not why he gave up his life!”

    “Caleb, she will cope up! Can you stop being such an arrogant person?” Malcolm was so mad at Caleb, I could feel the tension radiating off both of them.

    “You always think I’m wrong! But I’m just asking her to make it worth and live! Live for Gods sake! Nobody knows how to live, that’s the funny part. But you still have to. Luke’s life wasn’t worthless and he gave it away for you. You’re not going to sit here and waste it away,” he said, almost cracking up. He put his hands on my shoulders, “I know its tough and I know I’m being an asshole, but all I want to say is please don’t let it all go to waste. Luke really loved you and he wanted you to do well in life, it was his last wish for you to continue living, so please, just respect that,” he said and walked out.

    He was right. I shouldn’t be wasting my life away, I was going to try and live just like Luke wanted me to, even if it was tough and even if it was too hard for me to even breathe right now.

    Malcolm walked towards me and embraced me in a hug, I hated human touch eversince Luke passed away but I needed this hug more than ever so I gave in and hugged him back, “its going to be okay, Rachel, its going to be okay,” he rubbed my back.

    I just hoped he’s right and how it would all be okay.