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  • nehadvn_7 5d

    Live without me, love
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    She smiled and replied, "This is what I wanted to listen to. You want to know about her past? Let me narrate."

    Chapter-11
    ************
    6th September 2014
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    "She was 17 when they get into a relationship. Having a mature man is always a blessing. He was finishing his graduation at that time. Naksh bhaiya was... I mean is one of the kind people I have ever met. After her first heartbreak, he was the one who brought her real self back. A windfall for her. He was a gem of a person. Aapa was truly happy with him. Whatever she is today is because of their love. His love for her encouraged her and helped her to fulfil her ambitions. The relationship lasted for 8 years.

    Everything was moving favourably until this society questioned their love. Their love was weighed on the scales of religion. They had to make a choice. Family or love? These folk will never understand that pyaar hi parivaar banata hai. It's not that they weren't aware of this. They knew what was destined."

    "What did they choose?" I questioned.
    "Love should never become an option, Karthik. They did what was right. He preferred his family because they both didn't want to begin their new life without the blessings of their elder."
    "It wasn't reasonable," I exclaimed.
    "It was. You should never leave them who raised you up."
    "And what about Zeenat? What was her fault?" I asked.
    " Zeenat is not the only one who loved, Karthik. Naksh too loved her the much she did. It's not only Zeenat who had to mourn. Naksh bhaiya too endured with her. "

    "Did he move on?" I asked.
    "He is married," Noor answered.
    "Then why isn't Zeenat moving on?"
    "I can't tell you everything. You will understand with time."
    "Do they still talk?"
    "Naksh bhaiya calls me to ask her well beings coz aapa never responds to his texts or calls. It's not because she is hurtful. She can never hate him. It's coz she doesn't want his happy married life to get harmed because of her." Noor sighed.

    I was astonished. A girl with so much grief. I was ready to share her all despair but she wasn't. How can a person be so benevolent ? But this is not enough. I wanted to know more about them.

    In the evening I asked Noor to bring her to the nightclub. Although I knew she wouldn't like it all but I just wanted her to open up and celebrate the reality. I reached around 9 p.m. and was loitering for them. The club's temperature rose as Noor walked inside. She was wearing a hot backless marmalade velvet draped dress allied with a set of black peep-toe stiletto heels. Her low bun was fostering the star drop earrings to warm up the air but my eyes were finding someone else.

    We welcomed each other with a hug. "You are looking stunning," I said.
    "Haha...thanks, buddy. By the way, aapa is outside. She isn't comfortable joining us here. I attempted my best to convince her. Umm..i think you too should give a try."
    "Hmm" and I stepped my way outside.

    I rolled my eyes here and there and saw someone standing in front of her car. I placed my hand on her shoulder and she swivelled. Oh my my. I was fortunate to get a glimpse of this sweet, delicate, roshogolla girl in western dress for the first time and she nailed it.

    The fringes of red spaghetti crop top slung as she turned. To wrap the directness she paired it with a black leather jacket and a couple of leather boots. The aroma of her side braided wavy hair was tantalising me.
    "Umm.....i guess you are going to slay inside," I whispered.
    "I knew it. Isn't it very over over? I told Noor that it's too much. But she....ugh! I am going back." And she turned to open that car's door.
    I held her hand and pulled her. It was a short eye contact until I realised that she was not comfortable.

    "Look, Zeenat, Noor will leave the day after tomorrow. She wants to enjoy it with us. We should go, na?"

    As soon as we joined the club, from nowhere my girlfriend occurred. "What a surprise?!" She cried.
    Well! To illustrate her looks, I will say she was looking hot but not impressive. In fact, no one was looking as cute and extraordinary as miss Zeenat.
    "Who is she?" Bishakha asked. "And what is she doing with you over here? I am supposed to be with you. Let's go." She started yanking.
    "Wait for a minute," I said. "Umm....should I bring a glass of champagne for you, Zeenat?" I asked.
    "Nope. I don't drink. You can go, I am fine over here."

    Noor was involved in dancing so I didn't halt her and went with my girlfriend. I was with her but my eyes were on Zeenat. She was sitting there quietly. I was able to feel her discomfort.
    "Ahh!! Baby. Look at me." Bishakha positioned my hand on her waist and tugged her body with mine. She started caressing my hair.
    "I love you so much, Mr hot." She said and I approved a soft smile. I was precisely cursing my fate.

    Zeenat started tinkering with the fringes of her dress. Bishakha cupped my face and asked me to look at her. Okay! I was looking at her. She appeared sickening. She brought herself close and then a bit closer. There was barely any space left for air. "What happened? You are making me uneasy, Bishakha." I said. Her face was inches away. She was about to touch her lips with mine when my eyes fell on Zeenat and I shoved her back. I saw a few guys misbehaving with her.

    I went to her and kicked them back. They craved a fight and I was willing too but Noor came and something else happened.
    Noor pulled a guy closer from the collar and started trailing his face, "You seem certainly thirsty. Do you want me to quench your thirst."
    "What's wrong, Noor?" I said and was about to pull her aside but then Zeenat held my hand tightly and whispered, "Just wait and watch."

    The fellow upheld a wolfish grin and pulled Noor closer. Clasping his collar tightly, Noor whacked his dick with the help of her powerful knee. We all laughed. The music ceased when he screamed and everything was over. Courageous girl.
    "How did you do this?" I asked.
    "Haha!" She laughed and hugged Zeenat, "I love you, Aapa."

    "What is going on over here, Karthik?" Bishakha held my collar in anger. "You are doing wrong. Who are they? You are supposed to be with me not with them." She cupped my face and mumbled, " I know what you want. I am yours. No need to go to anyone else."
    "Stop it, Bishakha. There is nothing like that." I shoved her back.
    "Then who is she? Why do I always find her with you?" She turned towards Zeenat and said, "Are you trying to snatch him from me then you can't. Did you get it? I know girls like you well."

    I pulled Bishakha side and yelled, "Enough, Bishakha. Is this a way to talk to someone. I have been tolerating your misbehaviour but now enough."
    "You are hurting our connection because of this girl."
    "I love her." It slipped.
    The environment unexpectedly turned hush. I did mistake but I wanted to turn it in blessing so I went to Zeenat, held her hands and said, "I love you."

    .......to be continued.
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  • nehadvn_7 2w

    Live without me, love
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    Zeenat jerked her ear and said, "Acha, tell me. How do you guys know each other?"

    We both passed a gaze to each other and said concurrently, "It's a long story, tho."

    Chapter-10
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    3rd September 2014
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    "Well, possibly a year back, we confronted each other. I toured Kolkata once with Dad respecting some business stuff so there she was in front of a bistro. A guy was misbehaving with her. So I saved..."

    Noor interrupted, "That guy was so absurd. He literally followed me to the bistro. He was asking my number I was like 'Have you seen your face in the mirror?' Kaha mai gorgeous diva aur kaha wo lafanga."

    "Acha...well! Thanks, Karthik for protecting her." Zeenat said.
    "No-no-no. I didn't protect her. I had to save that guy. Your sister was about to kill him. She was hitting him with the heel of her sandal. Poor lad's nose got broken."

    "Ahem ahem..." Zeenat cleared her throat and asked, "And how did you get to know that she is my sister?"
    "Well! Then your sister commenced quarrelling with me in front of everyone that why I let the guy go and all and I had to apologize for coz all the gazes were staring at me but she wasn't merciful."
    "And then I asked him to feed me and my friends street food with his own money then only I will forgive him," Noor said.

    "And I did. We are friends since. And recently I just felt like texting her...then while chatting she told me about you. And it was a great coincidence and relief. So I called her here." I answered.
    Zeenat sighed and said, "Great."

    Then we had lunch at her house and a few conversations.

    4th September 2014
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    It was Garv's reception so I invited Noor and Zeenat but Miss Zeenat refused to come which was quite known to me coz whatever occurred on the marriage day after that it was conventional that she won't appear.

    Fortunately, my girlfriend didn't come to the reception as she was out of station so I got a quality of time to spend with Noor.

    "You like my sister na?" She asked.
    "Umm...well! It's nothing like that....umm..it's like I do like her but..aa..uhh...she is different...i.i...ahh!! I just don't know."
    She smiled and came in front of me. Making eye contact, she said, "My sister has gone through a lot. If you wish to be with her you can. Furthermore, I will never take it if she gets left alone again. Never ever. I love her and her happiness matters to me more than anything in this entire universe." And she vacated.

    I was stunned again. That thing was constantly bothering me. It was echoing in my ears. What was she talking about? What is Zeenat's past?

    6th September 2014
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    Words of Noor left me puzzled. It wasn't letting me sleep at night appropriately. Finally, I called her to the cafe.

    "Hey! What's up?" She greeted me. I pulled the chair for her and asked her to sit.
    I ordered coffee for us.
    "Look, Noor, I am really disturbed."
    "Why? What happened? Is your so-called 'ladylove' plaguing you? Give me her number. Abhi tum dono ka breakup karati hu." Noor said.
    "You speak so much! It's nothing like that. It's just whatever you said that day, I am disturbed. There are so many unsolved questions. To be immediate, I just want to know about Zeenat's past. Why she always seems missing? Who is Naksh? And.."
    Noor interrupted, "Wait! How did you know his name?"

    I recited everything that happened on the marriage day.
    "I am sorry, Karthik but I can't tell you." She said and stood up to leave.
    I halted her and solicited her to say. She denied saying that her sister will never want her to say about her personal life to anybody.
    "Please! Look, I know your sister is happy but she isn't joyous. Do you believe that?" I asked and she nodded in yes.
    "If you want her to be festive again then you will have to tell me coz I can't see her faking. I want her to laugh from the heart." I said.
    "Who is she to you? Why do you want to see her happy?" Noor asked with sincerity in her eyes.
    "Because I love her." The truth slipped from my mouth.
    "How much?"
    "To the moon and back." I sighed. "I love Miss Zeenat to the moon and back."
    She smiled and replied, "This is what I wanted to listen to. You want to know about her past? Let me narrate."

    .....to be continued.
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  • nehadvn_7 4w

    Live without me, love
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    "Miss Zeenat, What are you doing? You will fall sick. I told you to be inside the car till I come back. Get inside the car." I said. She was standing fixed, folding hands around her chest, again lost in her thoughts.

    Chapter-9
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    3rd September 2014
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    I drove back to her place and asked her to take a shower. I was waiting for her downstairs in the drawing-room. Her housemaid provided me with some snacks to eat. Miss Zeenat descended down while wiping her hairs with the towel. Ufff! Those eyes were so captivating that I couldn't help myself earning eye contact with her.

    "I am sorry, Karthik. Umm...can we just shift the plan for tomorrow? I am tired." She said.
    "It's alright, Miss Zeenat. Well! I can discern. We can't go there but we can call the surprise over here." I replied.

    I turned my phone and dialled a number, "We are waiting for you at her place. Show up soon and safe."
    "Who? Who is coming, Karthik?" She looked puzzled.
    I moved my hand in the air and said, "I don't know."

    Till then, we had a few talks and she showed me her house. Mesmerizing paintings were hung on the walls, handmade pieces of equipment were festooned on the ceiling. She showed me her library, which had tons of fictional novels, mostly women and romantic sagas. There was kept a grand piano in the middle of the room.
    "Woah! So, you know how to play the piano too?" I asked and commenced discovering other stuff in the room.

    *Flashback*

    "Look, these black keys are used for sharp and steady notes and white are for seven notes. Come on, press each key and listen to the tunes first." Naksh said.
    She pressed and said, "I want to play a melody."
    He kissed her on the forehead and said, "I will instruct you step by step, okay?"

    "Miss Zeenat? Zeenat?" I said.
    "Hunh!" She winced.
    "Someone is on the door."

    The housemaid was about to unlock the door but I stopped her and asked Zeenat to open. She stepped towards the door, twisted the door's knob and opened.
    "Surpriiiiiiiiiise." Voice came from the other side.
    "You?" With brimmed eyes, she hugged her tightly.

    She was upset and a sister knows very well how to make her sister cheerful again.
    "Come, take a seat, Noor," I said.
    Zeenat went to the kitchen to fetch her a glass of water and ordered her housemaid to cook something special for Noor.
    "Why didn't you bring her to the airport? I was loitering over there. Uggh!! I literally lingered like a fool." Noor said with squinted gazes.
    "Umm....really a long story. Well! I am sorry for that." I replied.

    Noor's personality was entirely different from Zeenat. She was just 17 and was really prankish but adorable too. Their face cut was virtually the same. Both the sisters were inherited with gorgeous raven eyes but the contour was different. Noor had precious almond eyes whereas Miss Zeenat was blessed with elegant protruding eyes. Noor's clothing spoke about her fascinating western choices.

    Zeenat provided her with a glass of water, settled beside her and said, "I am so glad to see you after so long. How are your studies going?"
    "Oh come on, Aapa. I just arrived and you began with my studies."
    Zeenat jerked her ear and said, "Acha, tell me. How do you guys know each other?"

    We both passed a gaze to each other and said concurrently, "It's a long story, tho."

    .....to be continued.

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  • nehadvn_7 6w

    Live without me, love
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    I could see her bursting in tears. She wasn't able to control herself. She was gasping. I caressed her back and said, "Calm down. I will drop you. Let's go home."

    Chapter-8
    ***********
    3rd September 2014
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    I wasn't able to sleep that night. She left so many queries inside my head. I was perplexed. Why did she leave the function in between? Where does she always get fallen? Zeenaksh Destitute Children Foundation. Zeenaksh. Who is Naksh? Why was she tensed on the call when we went to invite her? 6th and 7th of August...What's special about these two days?

    The next morning, I visited her house. That lady housekeeper opened the door and greeted me inside. She said, "Madam is taking a shower. She will be here in a minute."
    *It's 11:41 and she is taking shower now? Did she wake up late today?*

    "Good morning, Karthik." She said. That spark from her eyes seemed faded. "Get ready quickly, we need to go somewhere." I said.
    "Where?"
    "It's a surprise. Come on, hurry up. I am waiting here."

    Meanwhile, we were on our way. I didn't ask her anything about the previous day. I didn't want her to get troubled again. To see a smile on her face, I shot a few lame jokes but she was still disturbed.
    Abrupt cumulonimbus shadows wafted together and allowed the sun to lurk behind them and unfortunately, my car's engine got impaired in the middle of the avenue of chestnut trees.
    "We won't get any transport over here. There is a garage some distance away, I will have to call the mechanic. Will you wait?" I asked her.
    "But the weather is getting unpleasant. It might rain. Be back soon."
    I nodded my head and asked her to wait inside the car.
    "If you feel unusual, don't think twice to call me."

    For the time being, when I reached the garage, it commenced heavy showering. I loitered for the rain to stop and phoned her to ask if she is okay.
    "Yes, Karthik. Don't worry, I am alright." She cut the call. I found it uncommon.

    *Flashback*
    "Stop! Stop the car, Naksh." Zeenat said in enthusiasm.
    "Why?" He halted the car and upheld a grin.
    Zeenat got off the car, stretched her arms and enabled the water droplets to moisten her.
    "Ahh! You will fall sick, Zeenat. Get to the car." Naskh said, "We will get late."
    Zeenat avoided him and stepped her way to the jungle. Naksh got anxious and went behind her with an umbrella, "Zeenat."

    She plucked a rose and closed her eyes. The drops appeared like pearls garnishing her eyelashes. The petals of rose found solace when her lips caressed them and she sipped the collected rain inside it.
    "What are you doing?" Naksh asked her.
    She came close to him, drew her palm towards him and said, "You know, Naksh, this rain is me and the rose is you."
    "Acha, how?" He asked.
    "You collect my shattered parts, conserve them and absorb the gloom inside yourself like the way this rose accumulates drops and soak it," Zeenat replied.
    Naksh kissed her on the head and said, "And that enhances the elegance of the rose."

    He cupped her face, kissed her on the eyes and said, "Let's go to my place."
    "Your place? We were about to visit Pritika na?"
    "Look at you. You will fall sick. My place is nearest so we will go there. You will take a bath, change your clothes and then I will drop you to Pritika. Okay?"

    They went to Naksh's building. He provided her with a towel and asked her to take a bath.
    "You wanna join?" She winked.
    He approved a serious grin and said, "I am taking off to purchase a dress for you."
    "Dress? Why? You won't give me your clothes to wear?"
    He kissed her palms and replied, "You can't go over there wearing my clothes."

    Meanwhile, wearing his t-shirt and trousers, Zeenat was exploring his room.
    "What are you doing?" Naksh arrived.
    Zeenat sneezed, "Excuse me."
    "Look. That's why I was forbidding you to get wet in the rain."
    "Okay, Mr Arrogant. Now give me my dress."
    He handed her the bag, "I am waiting outside. Call me after changing."
    She came close to him and said, "Kiss me."
    "Huu?" He lifted up his eyebrows.
    "Kiss."
    He kissed her on the forehead and said, "I won't. The day you will be mine ritually, I will love you with my everything."
    She smiled and hugged him, "We are in this relationship for 8 years and you never attempted to touch me sensually. If somebody else would have been in your place, he would have got intimate with me."

    He pulled her cheeks and replied, "That's not loving. Love is, idolizing the soul, not the body. We both will be each others once we get married. And then no one will get the right to put a finger on us. I could have got intimate. I don't have any problem. It's just I don't want anyone to call you by names. And no one has discerned the destiny. If we got separate, anyhow, it will hurt you and I...

    She placed a finger on his lips and hugged him fiercely, "Dare you to speak about separation again."

    "Miss Zeenat, What are you doing? You will fall sick. I told you to be inside the car till I come back. Get inside the car." I said. She was standing fixed, folding hands around her chest, again lost in her thoughts.

    .......to be continued.

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  • nehadvn_7 8w

    Live without me, love
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    On the way, I complimented her, "You are looking gorgeous." She smiled and appreciated.

    Chapter-7
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    20th August 2014
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    I asked her about her family and she said that they reside in Kolkata. She visits them once in every two months for a week.

    We did shopping together and I got to learn about her likes and dislikes. She helped to choose the clothes. Ahh!! Her choice. Beyond reach.
    I asked her, "Miss Zeenat, Can you assist me with my dress?"
    She selected a Prussian blue, thick texture, asymmetric sherwani which had a slit and an asymmetric collar and asked me to pair up with black Patiala pants and a pair of pointy-toe jootis for the wedding procession.

    Okay, so girl loves blue and black. I blushed.

    After shopping, Mumma, Dad and Garv went directly home after dropping his in-laws to their place. And on our route to Zeenat's place, we ate cornettos and had few chats.

    She said that she won't be able to accompany the other functions as she will be involved in her work but she promised to attend the wedding ceremony.

    2nd September 2014
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    Finally, the day arrived. It seemed like ages, we haven't met. I was outfitted in that asymmetric sherwani which she chose and got ready as she said. I was excited to see her. I marvelled at what look she will appear to slay again.

    I spent maximum time peeking at the entrance. Everyone arrived except her. I phoned her and she said that she was on her way.
    And and and, there she was, beauty in blue. A Sapphire blue shimmering ruffled saree and a lustrous high neck farfetched sultry blouse with a set of diamond swivelling earrings and a bracelet. Those curly strands of her hair dangled as she stepped.
    "Oh my my, you are looking incredible," I said.

    She met Mumma and Papa and congratulated Garv. I wished to spend my time with her but my girlfriend was there and I didn't want her to create an issue in front of everyone. Miss Zeenat was helping Mumma to organize the stuff as the marriage was nearly to commence.

    Garv and his would-be were seated in the mandap and Pandit Ji initiated reading the Vedic mantras. Miss Zeenat was standing beside Mumma and I was here stuck with my girlfriend. But I couldn't help my eyes from her.
    Wait! She is brimming. But why?

    [Flashback]

    "You have got the invitation. He has invited you. You can go. But if I were in your place, I would haven't." Pritika said.
    "You guys aren't understanding. I don't want him to know that I attended his wedding but I want to discern him in that look I always dreamt of. I want to see him as a groom." Zeenat admitted.
    "But it will only hurt you," Anuj said.
    "That's why I am saying. I know it will hurt and noticing me, crying, Naksh won't be able to marry. He will leave in between. I know him. I just don't want him to recognize that I accompanied his wedding but I want to see him as a groom. Not in pictures. My eyes yearn to idolize him. Please. I beg you both."

    [Present]

    "Beta, Zeenat. Can you pass me that dupatta?" Mumma said.
    She passed the dupatta but it appeared as if she wasn't in her senses. She was lost somewhere.

    [Flashback]

    Naksh was sitting in the mandap with his fiancee. His eyes were finding somebody. He waved a hand to Anuj and called him.
    "Where is she?" He inquired in concern.
    "She didn't come. She said that she is busy." Anuj answered.
    "Hmm."

    Naksh knew she won't come but he wished to see her. For the final time, he wished to call her "LOVE". For the final time, he wished to hug her. For the final time, he wished to kiss her on the forehead. But she didn't come.

    Those gazes were looking him from the crowd. She was there disguising herself as a server.
    Naksh fastened that divine thread around his spouse' neck and applied vermilion on her head. They stood for "Satphere" (seven rounds around the holy fire.)

    With a weak smile, Zeenat whispered to Pritika, " I won't be able to see it anymore. I am leaving. Don't worry,
    I am okay."*

    [Present]

    A tear slid from her eyes. She wiped it and walked her way towards the exit. I ran behind her.
    "Miss Zeenat."

    She stood in front of her car and started crying hysterically. I placed my hand on her shoulder, "What happened, Miss Zeenat? Why did you leave?"
    She swivelled towards me and hugged me fiercely. I could hear her murmuring, "Naksh....Na..Naksh...I...I....I can't stay anymore. I am sorry, Karthik."

    I could see her bursting in tears. She wasn't able to control herself. She was gasping. I caressed her back and said, "Calm down. I will drop you. Let's go home."

    ......to be continued.
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  • nehadvn_7 9w

    Live without me, love
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    "Miss Zeenat? Where are you lost? We are back."
    "Ahh!! So sorry. I was just...ahm..nothing." She replied.


    Chapter-6
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    20th August 2014
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    Dad was as usual occupied with his work, so Mumma and I drove to the NGO with the wedding invitation card and some boxes of sweets. I personally purchased a container of roshogolla for Miss Zeenat.

    She was involved in the call, speaking in Bengali. I wasn't able to discern anything but found her quite upset.

    "Ohh, Aunty. So good to see you after so long. How are you?" She hugged Mumma
    "I am absolutely good, beta. What about you?"

    After that, we made ourselves comfortable inside the NGO. Mumma handed her the proposal card and sweets and said, "My son is getting married and you are heartily invited in all the functions."
    "Wow, congratulations, Karthik." She drew her palm forward.

    I shook hand with her. Damn! Those delicate hands. But wait! She misunderstood.
    "No no. Not me. My elder brother, Garv is getting married."
    "Woah! Garv bhaiya is getting married. Congrats to him."

    After that, we had some talks and then Mumma asked her if she was free that day.
    "Actually, Karthik advised me that you have incredibly unique selections in ethnic wears. So would you mind, joining us in the shopping?"
    "Oh, come on, Aunty. Of course, I would love to company you all."

    We fixed the evening. Before leaving, I gifted her the container of roshogolla and she got surprised.

    I kept imagining about her whole day and wished the time to depart quickly. Eventually, around 5:30, we got ready. Mumma, Dad and Garv went to pick his in-laws and fortunately sent me to Miss Zeenat. Dad mailed her house address and phone number.

    I went to her house. It was certainly elegant with pretty picket fences encircling the lawn. It was two-story with sloping canopies and gorgeous classic loft windows. I dialled her number and she picked up.
    "This is Karthik. I am waiting outside."
    She invited me inside. I chimed the bell and a lady opened the door. She asked me to make myself relaxed on the sofa. The house was filled with her odour. I rounded my eyes and saw enchanting antique pieces and illustrations hanging on the wall with some portraits of children and her family.

    I heeded footsteps and saw her descending the stairs. Damn! That garnet red velvet suit teamed up with a pair of charcoal black cigarette pants and a dupatta slinging on her right shoulder, looked stunning. She flawlessly matches her earrings with the dresses. I blushed, seeing her. She looked like a cute red bug.

    I kept staring at her and then she asked me to have some snacks but I refused, saying that we will get late. I marvelled at the absence of other family members in the house.
    Anyways she joined me in the car and we marched for the mall. On the way I complimented her, "You are looking gorgeous." She smiled and appreciated. I asked her about her family.

    .....to be continued.
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  • nehadvn_7 11w

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    "Miss Zeenat." I snapped my finger and she came back to the present.
    "Ahh! I am sorry." She said.
    "It's alright. Well! I guess the children are hungry and me too. I wanna taste the foods." I smiled.


    Chapter-5
    ***********

    7th August 2014
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    We had a delightful dinner that night. She was pro in cooking, especially roshogollas. Is she from Kolkata? Anyways now we were about to leave for a short trip with children. She did ask me to join and how can I refuse her.
    "Where are we going, Miss Zeenat?" I asked.
    She smiled and answered, "Old age home."

    We drove to one of the popular old ages in Bangalore. That was one of the reasonable visits I could ever have.

    I encountered those noble selves who had to kill their hopes every night and had to create again the next morning. The hope of their offspring taking them back home. I felt the emotions of old parents when their children overlook them after leaving in an institution. I admitted guilt for the way I always talk to Mumma and argue with dad and I decided to never repeat that again. I spent a remarkable day with them and there was not a single soul who didn't know Zeenat. Everyone was so fond of her. Miss Zeenat introduced me to an aged woman. Her smile glowed serenity inside my heart. She said that the old granny always reminds her of her own nani who left the world when she was too young, so she loves to spend time with her.

    But I wondered the reason for an abrupt visit there.
    "Look at the kids, Karthik. They are so joyous playing with them. I keep bringing them here to make them understand what love actually is. To make them know that they aren't orphans they have so many people to love them. And the old parents too forget the trauma and don't miss the love of their grandchild when they meet them."

    I kept staring at her with a soft smile. She was love. We stayed a night over there with them and the next morning we went to the Innovative Film City which is situated at a distance from Bangalore where the children played and had fun. On the dusk, we made our path back to the NGO.

    She was sitting on the window side of the bus. The children were exhausted so they kept dozing. The driver played soothing music and there was so peace. I sat beside her. She was staring outside. The cool breeze was flirting with her hairs. I wanted to talk to her but she was lost somewhere.

    *Flashback*

    Her head was on Naksh's shoulder. Interlocking palms, they were cherishing the moonlight under the night sky on the terrace of one of the tallest towers of Kolkata.
    "Look at that star, Naksh. The brightest one, nearest to the moon. That's my Nani." Zeenat said staring at the star.

    "Mhmm." He kissed her on the cheek. "Look she is showering so much love on us via light."
    She nuzzled his arm softly. A tear flickered her eyes and he kissed her on the eye, "Why being sad, love? Look at the view. Isn't it serene? And the most extraordinary thing is that we are sitting so close to the moon and Nani."
    "Huu." She encircled arms around her chest feeling coolness in her body. Naksh kissed her on palms and hugged her warmly.

    "Miss Zeenat? Where are you lost? We are back."
    "Ahh!! So sorry. I was just...ahm..nothing." She replied.

    ......to be continued
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    Epilogue
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    *Florence Wilson*

    The most awaited day finally knocked on our door, and we were willing to get married. Exchanging vows, following by the ring exchange, the father made it official by declaring, "I now pronounce you husband and wife." And then our lips touched warmly for a first kiss as a married couple.
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    I was breathing hard. That was certainly a very special night for me. I was fascinated but nervous too. His room was beautifully decorated and there was a chocolate cake, a bottle of wine and a bouquet of flower with a note which says, "I love you to the moon and back."

    My heart did a somersault when Ethan grabbed my waist and tugged his body with mine. Flirting with the strand of my hair, he caressed his beard on my cheek and whispered softly on the ear, "You look gorgeous, " and I blushed. He scooped his finger on the icing of the cake and trailed it on my cheeks and lip. His tongue licked the icing off my lips and slipped down kissing sensually on the neck. My hand automatically gripped his hair and heart tumbled in my chest.

    His one arm wormed around my shoulder and the other under my knee and he carried me to the bed in a bridal manner. Brushing my cheek with the back of his finger, he said, "You are the best thing ever happened to me, Florence."

    He was over me, planting kisses of love when I spun and exchanged our position. I sat on his waist and chased the sweat on his chest. Tying my hair in a bun, I unbuttoned few buttons of my thigh-length shirt and slid the side of the collar down till the right shoulder. He pulled me close and kissed on the right inner strap and whispered, "You are mine."

    I opened the lid of the wine bottle with my teeth, filled my mouth with it and squirted on his face. I held my face up and spilt wine on my neck which trailed down my body and declined on his stomach. Fascinated by the touch of his finger on my thigh, I bent down and pressed my lips with his. My heart ceased beating for a minute when his tongue asked for the entrance and I parted my mouth a little and his tongue delved into the inner outline of my mouth.

    The moon shone, hearing the sweet moans and the stars desired for the night to never end.

    The next morning, I found myself taking delicate breathe in his arm, undisturbed by his candy snoring.

    THE END.

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    "Well! Before leaving, an advice for you. Someone once said to me, love is to experience. Experience it. You will love to fall for it again and again."
    And she went.

    Chapter-4
    ***********

    6th August 2014
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    "Hey, chum! What's the matter, huh?! You are so regular nowadays in college?"
    "Nah!! Nothing bro just....just want to focus on studies." I answered.
    "Haha!! Lol, seriously? Study? You?"

    And that familiar, ecstatic odour pulled my interest again and I spun. There she was, dealing with her books, on her way.
    "Professor Zeenat" I halted her.
    "Oh! Good afternoon, Karthik." She said.

    Ahh!! That voice. As sweet as honey. Well! It was definitely a very good afternoon for me.

    "Actually, I want to ask something." I didn't know what I wanted to ask but yeah! I was desperate to commence a conversation with her.
    "Ohh! I am sorry, Karthik but I have to take a class right now. See you later."

    *Did I embarrass her? Did I sound way too desperate? Ugghh! Stupid me.*

    After college, I went to the NGO again with some gifts for children as an excuse. There were some helpers and event decorators, embellishing the NGO. I wondered what was the occasion? I distributed the gifts amongst the children while my eyes were busy to get a glimpse of her.

    I asked the assistant about her and she said that Miss Zeenat was occupied preparing dinner for everybody.

    *Oh! So girl knows to cook. Outstanding.*

    "Why? I mean she is the honour and she is organizing dinner herself?" I asked.

    "Yes, we don't know but every year, on the night of 6th August, she prepares dinner for everybody, cuts a cake with the children and on the next day, that's 7th of August, she takes the children to a short trip."

    That's strange. Anyways, I wanted to meet her but her assistant again asked for the appointment.
    "Well! She knows me. Just go and tell her that Karthik is here. She will definitely allow me."

    After a moment or two, the assistant appeared with a favourable reply. I went to the kitchen and wished her a good evening.
    She was wearing an apron over her dress with a culinarian hat and was busy in making a batter for the cake.

    She asked me about the reason for my unexpected visit there and I gave the excuse of gifts. After that, I assisted her with dinner and asked for a walk in the lawn.

    "Well! I would haven't come over here, but dad asked me to. You know him, na? Mr Anup Hiranadani?" I asked.
    "Oh, Yeah! Uncle. How is he doing?" She replied
    "He is completely fine. Well! If you don't mind, may I know the event for this decoration?" I asked her.

    There was a silent and I found her missing somewhere in her thoughts.

    *Flashback*

    "Zeenat, where are you taking me?"
    "Uff! Naksh, I told you na, it's a surprise. You will get to know. Just come with me."
    Blindfolding him, Zeenat tutored Naksh to his room. She unfolded his eyes.

    The room was beautifully decorated with balloons dangling on the ceiling, formulating a gorgeous canopy with images fastened with them. Meandering an elegant path with rose petals on the floor and perfumed candles creating aromatic atmosphere.

    He opened his eyes and she wished, "Happy Birthday, love."
    He was stunned seeing the decoration and hugged her.
    She played a piece of soothing melody on the music player and took him to the balcony where, a table and two chairs, beautifully decorated were kept with some foods and a cake.

    "Before, cutting the cake. I want you to eat this." She uncovered a dish. It was a bowl of roshogolla.
    "I have made."

    Naksh kissed her on the forehead with brimmed eyes and hugged her warmly.

    He took the piece............

    "Miss Zeenat." I snapped my finger and she came back to the present.
    "Ahh! I am sorry." She said.
    "It's alright. Well! I guess the children are hungry and me too. I wanna taste the foods." I smiled.

    .......to be continued.

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    "So here you are, Mr Ethan Wood." The voice chuckled hard.
    Ethan turned around, "Welcome. I was waiting for you."

    "I see, you surveyed a lot about me. But Alas! You didn't get any information. I know Florence is with you. Look, I don't want anything now. I took my revenge and the game is over. I just want Florence now."

    Ethan, clapping his hands and marching towards him, laughed. "Really, James? Game is not over. Better, you admit."

    "Fine, then." James put his hand inside the pocket and took out a remote. He pressed the red button on it and said, "The time begins now. You have just 2 minutes to safe Isla."

    Florence with Isla on Ken's arm came down in rush. Isla was wearing a jacket over gown in which time bomb was fixed.
    Ethan took her from Ken's arm and placed her on the couch. He was frightened. He was trying his best to take the jacket out.

    "It's impractical, Ethan. Even if you win to take the jacket out, you don't have much time left. You all will die. So you just have one alternative, give me Florence and I will halt the timer."

    Florence was startled, she didn't know what's going. She couldn't believe her eyes. She came near to James, making eye contact, she asked, "Why are you doing this? You weren't like this James. You are not the one I knew as my best friend."
    "I am sorry, Florence. I would haven't done anything to you and Ava. You both were close to me. But you both betrayed me. She was coming in between and you fell for Ethan."

    Ethan and Kenneth were struggling with the jacket when Florence said, "I will go with you."

    Ethan's vein fumed in anger and he shouted on her, "Are you gone mad? You aren't going anywhere."

    James approved a wolfish grin to Ethan and hold Florence's wrist tightly. "50 seconds are left, Mr Wood."

    Ethan was powerless, he didn't know what to do.
    "I am ready to go with you, James. Please, stop the timer."
    "Hmmm, but at first let's get into the car."

    James took Florence inside the car, ended the timer as promised and marched his way. Ethan and Kenneth, however, survived to take out the jacket and threw it somewhere in a lake.

    "James, what's wrong with you? Just look at yourself." Florence said.
    He clenched her jaw between his fingers, while monitoring the car's steering with other hand and said, "You are mine. Did you get it? Better you stop questioning me."

    "You plotted. Isla's abrupt arrival was not because she followed us but because you planned, right?"
    James snickered and answered, "Yes, sweetheart. I planned it. I wanted you so I threatened her to obey whatever I say else I will kill her brother and poor Isla, she did what I say."

    Florence made an effort to get him engaged in conversations while snappily she took out the revolver from his pocket.
    "But you did a big mistake, James." Florence focused the gun towards him, "I am Ethan's girlfriend. Smarter than you think. Stop the car else I will shoot you."

    James halted the car as another car came in front of his. It was Ethan. Florence grabbed his collar and tugged him out.

    Ethan was standing right in front of him when Isla came from behind and shot thrice on the forehead of James and he died. The siren rang and Kenneth with police officers appeared on the spot.

    After examination, when they got the information and few witnesses against James and learning that Isla is a mental sufferer, they released her.

    .....to be continued.

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    Meanwhile, I got lost again staring at the rotating fan, I wanted to talk to her, I wanted to know her. I saw something heart-wrenching in her eyes. Oh come on Is this love at first sight? Uggh!! It can't be. Love, at first sight, is a bakwas belief. Maybe I am just attracted but I am fond of hot girls in western dresses rather than girls like her but there is something unique about her. What can it be? Uggh!! Whatever, it is impossible to find her in the college so I am gonna visit the NGO again.

    Chapter-3
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    5th August 2014
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    "Mumma, I will be late today. I am on my way to a friend's house."
    I went directly to the NGO from college. And I saw a delicate sight there. The kids sitting on the playground facing her and she was too sitting with them holding a book. She was reading stories to them. Those eyes were lost in the stories and that sweet smile was enough to make others smile.

    I don't know what happened to me. I felt a force of attraction pulling me and I just started taking steps towards her and then a woman interrupted.

    "Excuse me, sir. May I know who are you?"
    "Me? Amm....Myself Karthik Hiranandani."
    "Okay. So, how can I help you, sir?"
    "Can you tell me who is she?" I indicated toward her.
    "You don't know? She is the honour of this NGO, Miss Zeenat Khan."
    "What? Seriously?"

    And I read the name again "Zeenaksh Destitute Children Foundation." I was literally surprised. Impressive. That implies she loves children.
    I asked that lady if I can meet Miss Zeenat and she said that I need to have an appointment first.

    But however, I waited for her outside the NGO, sitting on my bike. The sun was already set and the moon started exhibiting its glimpse. Around 6:30 in the evening, she came out and I stood up.

    "Excuse me, miss."

    She stopped and looked at me. Realizing a stranger she marched her way again. It was obvious, that day in college she didn't notice anybody, she was just lost in reading poems, unaware of so many eyes adoring her.

    I jogged behind her and called her name, "Professor Zeenat."
    She stopped and turned back.
    "Actually, I am your student. I need your help. Can you?" I showed her my ID and she smiled.

    "Meet me tomorrow at college after recess."
    "College? No no...not at all. It's...its...its urgent...aaa..its very urgent. A walk?"
    "Fine."

    I know it sounded very desperate but I don't know what happened to me. I was desperate to talk to her.
    I parked my bike in the parking and we wandered.

    "Hmm..tell me what's the matter?"

    I didn't know what to say. I started scrambling my English textbook inside the bag.
    "Calm down. It's alright." She said.
    I opened the book, turned a few pages and stopped.
    Looking at her I said, "This."
    "Well, you are with the wrong person then. You need to meet an automobile engineer for this."
    I looked down and realized, I was handling a car magazine. I was so embarrassed and passed a shaky smile. "I am sorry."
    I calmed myself and took out the book.
    "Victorian poetry."

    She started explaining to me and I kept glancing at her. Those bangle earrings were talking to me. Asking me to keep idolizing her. Her captivating eyes....enchanting eyes...those deep eyes had gone through a lot. I felt that.

    "Karthik, your phone is ringing."
    And I came out in reality. Uggh!! Again my girlfriend. I cut the call. It rang again.
    "It must be urgent. Pick up."
    I shook my head.
    "Hello. I will call you later."
    And the phone rang again. "Just...just ignore her."
    "Girlfriend?" She asked. I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. I nodded my head in yes. She smiled and said.
    "I see. Well! Before leaving, an advice for you. Someone once said to me, love is to experience. Experience it. You will love to fall for it again and again."
    And she went.

    .......to be continued.

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    "Oh brother, I forgot, he must be on his way. Someone saw us in the exit."Kenneth said.

    *Bang* The door opened.

    "Ethan."
    "Isla?" Both the brothers mumbled together.

    Stood in a johnny gown. Her curled hairs hiding the scar on the forehead. Those dark circled eyes glittered in hope and dry lips muttered just one word "Ethan."

    Ethan stretched his arms and Isla hugged him fiercely, "Oh brother, where were you?" She started crying hysterically.
    Rubbing her back, Ethan said, "Calm down Isla. You are safe here."
    He made her sit on the couch and provided with a glass of water. Florence was surprised but happy too that Isla, Ethan's sister was safe.

    Ethan knelt down on the floor, held her hands and asked, "How did you manage to come, sweetie?"
    She avoided his words as she was busy making ideas on how to grab Florence's toy from her.

    Isla stood up and walked towards Florence, she snatched the toy in one go. "Austin" Florence cried.
    Kenneth asked Florence to calm down and let her take him. Being in the third stage of schizophrenia, if she won't get the thing she wants then the situation can turn worst.

    Ethan kissed Isla on her forehead and asked again, "How did you manage to come here?"
    Playing with the rabbit's ear, she replied, "I..I..saw you and her on the exit. The nurse with me yelled at you to stop. Those voices around me asked me to hit that nurse with a stick kept on the corner and she fell on the ground then I came out and climbed up on a truck there which was on its way and...and.. I followed you and came here."

    "Aww my sweetie, " Ethan kissed her on cheeks, "That's like my sister and sweetie that wasn't me, that was Ken."

    She looked at Ken and smiled.

    "But Isla did anyone notice you?" Kenneth asked.
    She looked at him and shook her head in yes.
    "Who?"
    "That bad person. Ethan, he is so bad. Look here." She folded her pants up, till thigh and revealed the bruises and cut marks.
    Ethan's eyes brimmed in tears and a tear flickered on her right knee. His sister meant a world to him. Seeing his loved one's conditions, he sympathized James after visualizing what will happen to him now. He kissed her on the knees. Isla cupped his face and wiped his tears, "But I am so happy that I am here. I love you, brother"

    "I love you too, sweetie."

    "Brother, what to do now? James must be on his way." Kenneth asked.
    "Not to worry brother. The game is in our hand now. Both Florence and Isla are safe. Take them to the upstairs and don't come down till I ask."
    "But brother how can I vacate you here alone?"
    "No Ethan, I will be here with you," Florence said.
    He wrapped her in arms and said, "Don't worry, baby, nothing will happen to me. Just do what I say."
    Florence hummed and they went upstairs with Kenneth.

    Ethan took his place again on the nanny rocking chair and waited for James to come.

    "Kenneth, how did you meet Ethan?" Florence asked.
    "I...after coming back with all the examination, Ethan took me out from the prison and narrated me the whole story. I was so wrong, Florence. I hurt Ethan but I know he is not like that. He loves you." Kenneth upheld a delicate smile.
    Florence smiled back.

    "So here you are, Mr Ethan Wood." The voice chuckled hard.
    Ethan turned around, "Welcome. I was waiting for you."

    .....to be continued

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    And we all were like, Oh come on is she joking? She didn't look like a professor at all, she looked too young. The whole class mistook her to be a student at first. Anyways so we had a class with her. It was so peaceful. The way she was reading those poems, felt as if she herself is a poem. With a smile on her face, it seemed as if she is as pure as melting dew, without any coarseness, without any resentment...just made of love. And I wanted to know what love actually is.

    Chapter-2
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    4th August 2014
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    Whenever dad had a big profit in his business, he used to contribute its 30% in charity. That day dad was out of station so he asked Mumma and me to visit children's NGO. And we attended one of the profound NGO's of India, "Zeenaksh Destitute Children Foundation."

    Mumma was handling all the formalities and here I was just glancing at the children playing on the playground. I have seen many NGOs before but that was the first I saw where children were so adequately dressed and well treated.
    I was just examining when a little girl with a red ball in her hand passed me, yelling, "Yayyy...Zeenu didi."

    I turned on the right side and there she was Miss Zeenat Khan, in the most excellent ethnic attire. A classy occur yellow kurti with multicoloured cape, she paired it up with brown tiara juttis and provided a final touch with a small bindi and silver-plated circular jhumkas. Trust me, girls, in an ethnic outfit can nail any place at any time and that too if she is a cute girl with big sparkling eyes. She carried the little girl in her arms and planted a kiss on her cheek.

    I was lost in idolizing her when Mumma snapped fingers in front of me and I flinched back.
    "Where were you lost?" Mumma upheld a momentous grin.
    "Me...amm..no..nowhere. I was just adoring her...ahmm..i mean that little girl."
    "Whatever, now let's go back home."

    I shifted my eyes here and there but didn't know where she vanished.

    And the whole day I kept thinking about her. What was she doing there? For donating? Or to play with children? Whatever it be, one thing was crystal clear that she loved to wear ethnic dresses and she nails it every time. And the next thing I did was, I opened my laptop and logged in my FB account. I kept searching her name there but unfortunately, I didn't find, instead, I got a call from my girlfriend, "You are online and didn't find it important to reply."
    Ugghh!!! This sucks, "I am sorry baby. I just got online, I swear."

    Meanwhile, I got lost again staring at the rotating fan, I wanted to talk to her, I wanted to know her. I saw something heart-wrenching in her eyes. Oh come on Is this love at first sight? Uggh!! It can't be. Love, at first sight, is a bakwas belief. Maybe I am just attracted but I am fond of hot girls in western dresses rather than girls like her but there is something unique about her. What can it be? Uggh!! Whatever, it is impossible to find her in the college so I am gonna visit the NGO again.

    ......to be continued.

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    DISCLAIMER
    '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
    The story, "Live without me, love" is 'INSPIRED' by true events but it is not a biography of any real character. The story and the characters are the results of the author's imagination. Resemblance of the story to any real story is clearly coincidental.
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    PROLOGUE
    ************
    The gravestone read *1988-2015, Zeenat Khan*

    "Karthik, what are we doing here in the cemetery?" Latika asked.
    "Latika, everyone has a past and so do I. Before starting a new life together I want you to know about my past." He replied.

    "I visit here once in every month to deliver red roses on her graveyard. 4 years back I witnessed an eternal love story."

    With confusion on her face, Latika asked, "Who was she?"
    "She was love in disguise. She taught me what love actually is. She was a very good friend of mine."

    "Oh! I just forgot to buy the roses. Let's go and on the way, I will tell you the story and then we will deliver the roses here." He held her hand.
    _______________________________________________________

    Chapter- 1
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    2nd August 2014
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    It was probably, the beginning of my third year in the college. I was on the passageway, marching my way towards the class.
    The sound of those low heels snatched my attention and I looked front. Wearing navy blue and off white printed long, front slit Kurti, she was stepping towards me. Holding few books in her hand, she tucked the fringes of her wavy black hairs behind the ear and those water droplet earrings dangled, synchronizing her footsteps.
    She entered the class. It was my class and I joined after her. She kept her books in the teacher's desk and stood in front of the green board.

    "Good morning, students, myself Professor Zeenat Khan. I usually take classes of 1st and 2nd year's students but as Miss Pritika had to leave for some crisis, so I am gonna take your class as a substitute. So let's start."

    And we all were like, Oh come on is she joking? She didn't look like a professor at all, she looked too young. The whole class mistook her to be a student at first. Anyways so we had a class with her. It was so peaceful. The way she was reading those poems, felt as if she herself is a poem. With a smile on her face, it seemed as if she is as pure as melting dew, without any coarseness, without any resentment...just made of love. And I wanted to know what love actually is.

    .....to be continued
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    *Florence Wilson*

    He chuckled hard and left the room. Till then I haven't seen him. I want to get out of this agony. I want my Ethan to come back to me. I miss him. Please help me. Save me.
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    The very next night, Florence was doodling on the floor with her hair pin when the door unlocked gradually.

    "Sshh...Can you hear the sound? It must be them to torture me. Let's hid, Austin" She whispered to her soft rabbit toy. Austin was the one who accompanied her in these 7 months. He was her new best friend now.
    She tossed the pin on the ground, took Austin and hid in the corner.

    "Florence." She heard a friendly voice. Her hands gripped the soft toy tightly, muttering something to herself.
    As the footsteps came closer she closed her eyes tightly. She felt a strong hand on her shoulder.
    She started whimpering, "Please leave me. I am...i am a good girl. Please leave. This really hurts. Please leave me."
    "Hey, Hey! Calm down. Look at me. It's me."

    She turned around and opened her eyes. That face. It's him. A soft smile appeared on her face. Her eyes gleamed again in hope. She brushed his face.
    "Oh, my Ethan. Where were you?"
    A tear slipped from her right eyes.

    He wiped her tears and cupped her face, "I am not Ethan, Florence. I am Kenneth."
    Happiness vanished again. She moved back and hid again in the corner.
    "Florence, come to me. I am here to save you."
    "No, everyone is bad. I don't trust anybody. I want my Ethan." She sobbed.
    "Oh Florence, I will take you to Ethan. Let's go." Kenneth felt apologetic seeing her condition. He admitted guilt to leave her alone earlier but he was helpless then but now he can help her. He must.
    "Will you take me back to my Ethan? Promise?"
    "Yes, I will. But just keep quiet. If I get caught then you won't be able to meet him."
    Florence took Austin, placed a finger on her lips and nodded her head.

    Kenneth, however, survived to escape the asylum with Florence but in the exit, a voice caught them. "Hey, where are you going?"
    "Run, Florence." Kenneth held her hand and they both ran towards Ken's car. He drove her to a place.

    It was a small cottage. They entered. Someone was swinging there on a nanny rocking chair with his back facing on them. The fire was burning in the fireplace making the room warm.
    "I brought her," Kenneth said.
    "Thank you. Provide her with a glass of water."

    "Who are you?" Florence asked.
    The man stood up from the chair and swivelled. She couldn't believe her eyes. Her vision blurred as the tears brimmed her eyes.

    "Love." She said softly walking towards him and hugged him fiercely.
    It was Ethan. Brushing her hair he said, "Baby, don't worry I am here with you."
    Ken brought a glass of water. Ethan made Florence sit on the sofa and asked her to calm herself.

    "What is Kenneth doing over here?" She asked.
    Ethan held her palm and said, "It's not Kenneth who is the actual criminal. It's..."
    "James," Florence replied. Ethan hummed.
    "Don't worry, Florence. I am back."

    He kissed her on the forehead.
    "That last night when we were together, Florence. In the morning, I woke up and the idea of Kenneth, appearing suddenly, started bothering me. I wondered about the death report where it was certainly written that he died of cancer. And I decided to dig deep and find the root. So I wrote the letter to you about my immediate halt. I surveyed the copy of Kenneth's death certificate and went to the hospital where it was made. And there I had to show my bad side to that doctor and finally, he confessed that he made the fake death certificate as he was told by someone. James planned everything very well. He did all these with a fake identity. But don't worry we will catch him."

    "But James kidnapped Kenneth then how come he managed to escape?" Florence asked.
    "He is way extremely smart, Flor, he kept me unconscious in the hospital and then when he saw that it's the right time to manipulate me against Ethan. His hitmen discharged me disguising themselves as consultants who were dealing with my disease." Kenneth replied.

    "I tried to find evidence against him but that bastard has done all the crimes very neatly. We just need to catch him red-handed else we will have to make him confess." Ethan said.

    "Oh brother, I forgot, he must be on his way. Someone saw us in the exit." Kenneth said.

    *Bang* The door opened.

    .............to be continued.
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    *Florence Wilson*

    "Now I want to see if Ethan's sister, that schizophrenic patient is fine or not. I want to meet her but I just can't reveal to everyone that I am here else I will be arrested and maybe hung."

    *Silence*

    "You can enter the hospital. I have an idea." James replied.

    7 MONTHS LATER
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    *Florence Wilson*

    Thank you for hearing. Life is altered now. Here I am sitting in the same well-secured compartment where Ethan was been tortured once. Today I could realize his suffering. That loneliness. That peril. Yes... I could feel. I could feel the trauma of each and every patient. Oh! Ethan where are you?

    It's been 7 months since I haven't kept my feet outside of this area. It's been 7 months since I have seen Ethan. It's been 7 months. It's...been...7. I wanna know where is my Ethan? What happened to Kenneth? And why James did this to me. James...ohh...James...he was my best friend...how could he do this to me?

    That day James sent me to the asylum concealing as a patient. Who once was a doctor of this hospital and now a mentally ill patient.
    He said, "This is the only way you will be able to reach the hospital and meet Isla. No one will inquire you seeing your disorder. You will have to dwell there till I find Ethan."
    "Thank you so much, James."

    I believed him to be the son of God. He is Jesus. Jesus has come to help me but I was so mistaken. I was oblivious of his cruel ambition. I waited for him.

    I was staying in an ordinary room when they shifted me to this highly insulated room and I heard a nurse speaking, "Poor Dr Florence. Oh...i mean psycho Florence is going to stay in this room. It's Dr James' order."
    I begged them thousand times to call James. I needed to talk to him and every time I got a smack on my face in return. They compelled me to eat harmful pills.

    One night, I heard footsteps coming to me. I clasped my leg tightly and hid my face on the knee just the way once Ethan did when I was Doctor and he was a patient.
    James. It was James. I burst out in tears.
    "Oh, James! Thank you for coming. Please take me out from here. I can't stay over here. Please take me to Ethan."
    He caressed his hand on my hair, "Oh dear Florence. I can't. I can't help anymore. If I do then I will lose this game." He passed an evil grin.

    "You will have to stay over here till death. I loved you Florence and what you did to me. You hurt me badly."
    He clasped my jaw between his fingers tightly, "Now you deserve the worst." He sneered.

    "Ethan told you once a story. Story of his being a psychopath criminal. Let me recite you another story. Story of an unwanted child who became a Doctor Criminal."

    "Ethan's mother, Mrs Wood was certainly having an affair. Whatever Ken told was right. She was having. Ethan could never tolerate listening to anything erroneous about his mother. He was blind in her love. The poor little child was unaware of the evil intentions of his own mother. The man with whom she was having an affair is my father. I was young....too young when she refused to accept me as her son. I wept. I still recall she had a big quarrel that night with dad and she was leaving. I was crying holding her feet. Begging her to stay with me else take me with her. And she just vacated. Dad got mad and took out all his bitterness on me with his well modelled and expensive foreign-owned belt. And threw me out of the house, blaming that I am nothing but a curse to his life. I left. I left the house."

    A tear rolled down my cheeks.

    "It was raining heavily that night and I took shelter in front of a father's house of the church. I spend my night over there. Next morning, he took me inside his house. He used to live alone there and then he acquired me as his son. He left the world when I was accomplishing my graduation. From then I was having just one objective. To demolish the whole "Wood family." And look I did. I used his sister, Isla and made her a schizophrenic patient by giving her drugs. I plotted Kenneth's fake death and kidnapped him. I committed all the killings and made Ethan the real criminal."

    He came to me and kissed me on the forehead, "Oh my dear Flor, seeing you like this hurt me so much but it hurt me more when I saw you falling for that Ethan. I always wanted you to be mine but you just used me. And now you will have to stay here. Shortly Kenneth will be hung on the charge of committing murders and putting it on Ethan. And soon I will find Ethan and kill him, putting the charge on Kenneth."

    "What did you do to Isla?" I asked.
    "Oh, she...don't worry she is still in this hospital and safe. She too will stay permanently here."
    "Please, James I am your best friend. You can't do this to me."

    He chuckled hard and left the room. Till then I haven't seen him. I want to get out of this agony. I want my Ethan to come back to me. I miss him. Please help me. Save me.

    .............to be continued.
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    *Florence Wilson*

    I was deadened. I didn't know how to react. My heart and mind started up a conflict. Ethan cares for me and that's the reason he left unexpectedly and he will come soon. But Ken's words started bothering me, "He will spoil your life like the way he did to other girls."

    Well! It was a waste of time to think about all these. I got ready quickly and marched my way towards James' house.

    *Ting-Tong*

    The door opened. It took me a few seconds to recognize James. His short hairs were now dangling below his shoulders. That athletic body appeared like haven't been cared for days. I was shocked by his abrupt change.
    He was startled. He tied me in a hug tightly and I felt his manly voice choking in tear when he said quietly, "Thank you for coming back." I patted on his back.

    After that, I made myself comfortable on his couch. I felt as if I am in someone else's house. Once the very well organized house seemed like total trash now. Clouds of dust everywhere on the floor. The curtains looked like haven't been altered for years the way James' hoodie hasn't been changed. I wondered what has made James change so much.
    He provided me with a glass of water. I gulped it down and wiped my upper lip with hand.
    "Hope you are fine, James," I said keeping the glass on the table.
    "No, I am not."

    *Silence*

    "Oh, Florence, where were you?" He sat on the floor in front of me and hugged my legs, positioning his head on my lap.
    I patted on his head. That was the first time I saw James crying. He has always been a strong and bold personality both from inside and outside.
    "Everything is spoiled, Florence."
    James informed me how he has been thrown out of the hospital in the blame of helping me and Ethan to escape. He also told me how everyone mourned Ava's death. Ava's death....how..i mean who...like no.... it can't.
    "What? What are you saying, James? Ava? Our Ava?"
    His voice cracked in pain when he said, "Yes, Flor, our Ava is no more with us."

    "That bastard psychopath killed her."

    I knew he was telling about Ethan unaware of the truth of his twin brother, Kenneth.
    "James, there is something I wanna tell."
    I narrated him the whole story. I knew he is the only one who understands me and he will definitely believe me.

    "Now I want to see if Ethan's sister, that schizophrenic patient is fine or not. I want to meet her but I just can't reveal to everyone that I am here else I will be arrested and may be hung."

    *Silence*

    "You can enter the hospital. I have an idea."

    .............to be continued.
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    RECAP
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    Florence met a weird man at her friend (Ava's) birthday party. She was attracted towards him but when she got to know from his senior doctor who was her best friend too (Dr James) that he is a psychopath criminal, she started keeping distance. Ethan Wood kidnapped her and took her to his house where he swore to not to hurt her. Florence was impressed by his sweet gestures and somewhere she started believing that he can't be a criminal. Florence cooked breakfast for Ethan and they experienced a cute and cosy moment.

    Ethan recited the whole story of his past to Florence. Florence trusted him and she too fell for him. The very next day Florence got to know that Ethan's sister is no one but the schizophrenic sufferer, Isla. Kenneth (Ethan's twin brother) who was dead according to the medical report comes back in his house disguising himself as Ethan and misbehaved with Florence. He narrated a totally different story to Florence. Ethan joined with officers and Ken got arrested.

    Next, we find Ethan and Florence having a desirable night.

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    Chapter- 16
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    *Florence Wilson*

    He kissed me on my neck sensually and asked, "Can I, love?"
    Kissing him on cheeks, I hummed.
    He took me in his arm and placed me on his bed softly.

    The daylight fell on my cheek and I wakened. I slid my hand on the bed to hold Ethan. He wasn't there. I got up draping myself with the bedsheet and laid with my back on the bed rest. "Ethan?"

    I called his name thrice but didn't get any answer. My eye fell on a paper kept over the lamp table. I opened it and it goes,

    Dear love,

    Thank you so much for everything. In my life I never had anyone to love me and the love you gave me means a lot to me. I know, after such a gorgeous night, vacating you must be scaring you but I don't have any other choice. I can't trust to chance your life. I am putting up with a break for a few days or maybe a few months or it can be a few years too. I want to sort out everything. I want to clear my name from all the crimes which Ken committed in my name. I hope you will wait for me. There is a car parked outside you can use it to go back to your own life. I know it will be hard for you. They will put down a lot of question in front of you but I know my baby will deal with it wisely.

    Take Care. I love you.
    Yours eternally,
    Ethan Wood.

    I was deadened. I didn't know how to react. My heart and mind started up a conflict. Ethan cares for me and that's the reason he left unexpectedly and he will come soon. But Ken's words started bothering me "He will spoil your life like the way he did to other girls."

    Well! It was a waste of time to think about all these. I got ready quickly and marched my way towards James' house.

    *Ting-Tong*

    The door opened.
    .............to be continued.
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    *Florence Wilson*

    "What the fuck? This man is insane. He is lying. Let me tell you. My mother was having an affair and my father was depressed. He even asked her to leave him and go and live with that bastard but she denied because she didn't want to lose the big house and the property and the man with whom mom was having affair, killed..."

    "Wait, Brother." A familiar voice interrupted.

    Tears flickered when I saw Ethan. He was looking cheerless. His ocean blue eyes lost the charm and were turned red. Dark circles rounded his eyes. There were cut marks on his neck and arms. His hair and clothes looked untidy. I was troubled seeing him in that condition. I wondered what would have happened with Ethan on the previous day.
    He greeted me with a half-hearted smile.

    "Welcome, my brother." Kenneth passed a grin to Ethan.
    "What are you here for?" Ethan was making steps closer to Ken.
    "To save everyone from you. I know you are going to do the same thing with Florence which you did with other girls, earlier and this time I won't let it happen." Kenneth said.

    Kenneth turned towards me and held my palm, "Florence, trust me. He will spoil your life."

    I saw Ethan losing his anger. He was trembling with rage. Anger pulsed through his veins and he caught Kenneth's collar, "How dare you touched her? She is mine. I will kill you."

    *Mr Kenneth Wood, you are under custody now*
    I saw an inspector standing on the door.
    They took Kenneth with them.

    After that Ethan closed the doors and walked towards me. He stretched his arms and I hugged him fiercely. I burst out in tears while his hands were rubbing my back in order to stop me from crying.

    He took me in his arms in a bridal way and ascended up the stairs. He made me sit on the couch in his room and brought a first aid box and asked me to medicate him.

    With brimmed eyes, I aided his wounds and kissed him on the cuts.
    "I love you, Ethan."
    "Awww my baby, I love you too." He wiped my tears and wrapped me in arms.

    I cupped his face and kissed him on the forehead.

    He tilted his face and touched his lips with mine. I snaked my arms around his neck while his hands held my waist and pulled me closer. He caught my lower lip and kissed it deeply while I gripped his hairs tightly and then his tongue rolled inside my mouth, taking the taste of it.

    The kiss was getting deeper while I laid on the couch and he was over me. He broke the kiss and caressing my hairs he said, "Did you believe whatever Ken said?"
    "No, love. I know you will never hurt me."
    He kissed me on the forehead and said, "Oh my baby, I will never hurt you. I promise."

    He kissed me on my neck sensually and then asked, "Can I, love?"
    Kissing him on cheeks, I hummed.

    He took me in his arms and placed me on the bed softly.
    ......to be continued.
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    Chapter-14

    *Florence Wilson*

    Next morning I got ready for the meeting. I scared losing my life so I entered Ethan's room where Kenneth was sleeping. Silently I opened his wardrobe and took out a rifle and kept it inside my handbag.

    I descended down and as I made a step out of the house, I felt a hand on my shoulder. My heart leapt into the throat and I felt nothing but blind terror.

    Silently, I took out the rifle from my bag. I turned back and pointed the revolver towards Kenneth.
    "Dare you try to cause me harm. Put your hands up."

    "Oh my God! You are pointing the revolver towards me. Oh! Florence, please don't shoot. I will die. I won't hurt you or your boyfriend but please leave me. I am so so sorry." He said mockingly.

    My hands were trembling.
    "Hahaha! Seriously, Florence? Do you think I will fear this gun? Come on, shoot me." Kenneth said.
    "Put your hands up, Kenneth or else I will shoot you."
    "Shoot me."

    Pointing towards Kenneth, I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger.
    There was total silence for a minute. I opened my eyes and realized that there was no bullet inside the magazine.

    "Oh innocent Florence, I knew your each and every move, darling. I know my brother very well. Now come with me." He held my wrist and brought me inside the house.
    He made me sit on the sofa and himself knelt down on the floor.

    Holding my hands he said, "Now listen, Florence. The person you are staying with is wrong. He loves to manipulate and he is doing so. Trust me he just wants to spoil your life the way he did earlier with the other girls."
    "Oh! Please, stop saying all this nonsense. I know you are lying and how can I trust you?"
    "Okay you can't trust me but you don't even trust Ethan blindly. Do you? Answer this honestly not to me but to yourself."

    Kenneth was somewhere right. Though I used to love Ethan the trust was still not there. The thought of him being a criminal always disturbed me.
    I nodded my head in yes.

    Kenneth held my palm and said, "You know Florence, Ethan killed our father. He is a criminal."
    "Yes I know and whatever he did is justified."
    "Really? Can you please narrate me the story he made by himself?"

    I narrated the whole story whatever Ethan told me.
    "What the fuck? This man is insane. He is lying. Let me tell you. My mother was having an affair and my father was depressed. He even asked her to leave him and go and live with that bastard but she denied because she didn't want to lose the big house and the property and the man with whom mom was having affair killed...."

    "Wait, Brother, " a familiar voice.

    ......to be continued.
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