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    Live without me, love
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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
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    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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    Dear granny,

    It's morning and the sky is yet so murky. The sun is upset. It's bringing so much grief and havoc with it in the form of a hurricane.

    It's been days I am striving to catch a glimpse of you and Mr Moon but it appears like you both are nowadays playing hide and seek with me :)

    You know na that it exterminates me when I keep things inside and there is no one I could share with. Or maybe there is actually somebody, I can and I do. I call him my soulmate. Just like Mr Moon, he looks after me, he listens to my nonsense for days, he solves my dilemmas, he never stops me from crying, he worships my frailties. But is it so? Is it why I call him my soulmate? Nope, it's because he loves me. He loves me the way Grandpa did to you. He brought my lost self back.

    Convey my gratitude to Mr Moon for blessing me with a part of his. But am I worth it? He is unique. He is the son of Mr Moon and me? Just an ordinary girl who loves to live in her own realm. He lives in the darkness but never misses to lighten up his close ones just like Mr Moon does.

    He stays sad and that's what shreds my soul apart. I feel powerless to not to assist him out of this, not to bring a smile on his face. Perhaps he loves sadness, maybe sadness is his personality but Oh! Granny, this world doesn't know how to adore someone who is different from them. They will just exacerbate his scars as they do to Mr Moon. I want to defend him, I want to secure him in arms but I feel so incompetent. Every time I notice a new wound on his heart and I kiss it hoping that it will heal the mark but I always forget that a kiss from an ordinary girl on his blemishes can't wipe out the sorrow.

    I want to share his pain the way he does. I want to annihilate his stress. But he never let me do. Maybe he believes that it will weaken me but trust me seeing him in pain hurts me more. He bluffs smile and you know your roshogolla very well. When she gets too close, she can catch the change in them in a snap. No one knows him more than I do. I have watched him in his best and have witnessed his worst too. I have witnessed the crack on his voice when he is painful and in the urge to burst out.

    I know, he can't stay with me for eternity. Today or tomorrow he will have to go back to his own life. But trust me, his place in my heart can never be replaced. He means a universe to me.

    Without him, my world is so fragile. Next best memories I have after you, are with him and I wish to make more. I want to take away all his gloom. Ask God to grant me the serenity to snuff out his anguish.

    I love you, nanny. And I know you will understand and feel my emotions.

    Yours forever,
    Little roshogolla :)
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  • nehadvn09876 2w

    Fallen For A Psychopath Criminal--(An exceptional love story)
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    Alert⚠ This chapter contains adult content.

    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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    Note:- This is purely a work of fiction. The characters and plots are the results of the writer's imagination. The similarity of the story in real life will be coincidental.


    If you didn't like, it's okay. Skip it. But no negative comments, please :)

    [Thanks a ton for showering so much love and travelling with me in this journey of the exceptional love story. I am blessed to have such genuine readers. Now, if you want to, you can read this series in one go. No more suspense now. ]

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  • nehadvn09876 2w

    Live without me, love
    ____________________________________

    "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
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    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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    Fallen For A Psychopath Criminal--(An exceptional love story)
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    Chapter- 21
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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.

    [Hope you liked the series. I have thought to give a beautiful and lovely epilogue to this story for a happy ending. Stay tuned for the epilogue.]

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    To my beloved granny,

    Hope you are happy wherever you are. It's tearing my heart while penning this letter. My heart still couldn't deal with your sudden loss. It's been nearly 7 years since you died but the fragments of your love are saved inside my heart. It makes my voice crack, I fell into pieces whenever I talk about you. The truth is, I miss you.

    We could never imagine you departing like this. I was just 10, when you retired. Unaware of the fact that you are going forever. It was the last stage of your cancer, the ambulance was standing right in front of our house. And they made you lay on the stretcher and was carrying you. I got furious thinking that you are going somewhere to a trip without me but I didn't know that you will vacate me alone forever.

    You were a real storyteller and I am nothing in front of you. Do you remember? Your last story? You were in your deepest slumber and I came to you....pulling your cheeks, biting you on the nose. I was attempting my best to wake you up. And then you narrated me a story. Story of unconditional love. A love which you always rained on your loved ones and I know you still do.

    I still smile thinking of how you used to offer me those dry fruits, chocolates and my all-time favourite roshogollas, protecting it from other cousins, "Ssshh, take it Neha, and don't let them know that you are my favourite, they will be jealous of you, " you used to wink.

    You were taking your last breath, caressing your hand on my hair. I was glancing at mom and aunts, wondering why are they so sad. And you left. But I am happy that now you are residing in a restful place, free of all the difficulties, free from the illness. But we miss you so much.

    It hurts, it makes my heart sink knowing that I couldn't hug you for the last time. I couldn't adore you for the last time. You know what, whenever I listen to my friends chatting about their grandparents, your picture automatically flickers in front of my eyes. Your that small furrowed eyes, those long gorgeous raven hairs and your lap. Oh, granny, I miss you so much.

    I occasionally feel so deserted. I am alone. I wish you were here. I would have cried my heart out, positioning my head on your lap. You were right, granny, time change people too. Your little girl who once was a delicate, stubborn, cheerful baby, now mostly stays alone, has turned so strong and is full of selflessness. I wish you were here. I would have hugged you tightly and would never let you go anywhere.

    There is so much to share with you. I want you to know how I survived my past and found someone who cares for me like the way grandpa did to you. I want to share so many things about us. I wish you were here.

    But Nani, my fate disappointments me every time..... I am living my present and I am satisfied but sometimes imagining about the future, I fear to lose myself again. I wish you were here.

    This world is so terrible, granny. The people here are so awful. I never guessed life will swivel like this. You were the exemplar of true love. You always loved us unconditionally but this world...they find their own desire in everything. I will plead to God to keep sending people like you else the inferno of these hypocrites will turn the beautiful earth into a misery.

    I feel suffocated here. I don't wanna live here anymore. There is no one who could love me the way you used to do. Sometimes, I feel just a burden to them. I will soon come to you and swinging together in the Garden of Eden, we will again create our best memories.

    I love you❤

    Yours forever,
    Little roshogolla :)

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    Live without me, love
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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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    Fallen For A Psychopath Criminal--(An exceptional love story)
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    Chapter- 20
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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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    Live without me, love
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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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    Live without me, love
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    DISCLAIMER
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    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
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    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.
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    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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    [Hey! Mirakeeans. Hope you all are having wonderful days. So this is my new story and I know I started it suddenly without providing with any intro. It's just I suddenly felt like to start a new one. "Fallen For a Psychopath Criminal", is on its end and soon I will post its next chapter. Stay home, stay safe. Enjoy with your family and spread love]

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