Short stories of blending lives with mingling singles. Living in every dark corner of the city where no one is there to watch or to witness but needs to be happened and always will do. No one can stop or hold those moments where passed nor anyone can see the fourth coming but can endure to withhold the upcoming shores of love, lust, innocence, misfortune or redemption.
It was hell of a day really. Only work, work and work. Nothing actually happened but still, I was feeling irritated that day. Same as always. Just like other days that day ended well, I just wore a grey cashmere silk robe after a silky smooth bath, had my light chicken salad with avocado dressing as a dinner, when I was on my way to my luxurious comfy armchair with my wine then I got a message from my boss that I'd to receive a very special guest for a one night stand on my apartment. My irritation aroused more than earlier.
When I was trying to seduce myself to feel good about my present hectic life then the door bell ranged. It was half past 10 o'clock. Heavy rains making it more intolerable for me. I love to live alone and loneliness never bothered me. Never felt the need of a woman in my busy scheduled life before. Completely loving the fact that woman or any species of that race can't afford or tolerate me. At that moment of my life, I'd to entertain a lady guest. As lazy as I can ever be, my guest room always well decorated for my tastebuds. Sometimes, I fall in love with myself for such a selfless attitude. Very casually but firmly, without any hesitation or impatience, I took the liberty to open the front door for my lady guest.
That night was a rainy night, heavy rainfall made impossible for anyone to stay dry at any cause. I was surprised a little when I saw her, she was a mid age, size, weight and height woman. I never saw anyone like that who was middle in every possible ways, it was amazing actually. She was soaked in rain, shivering like a wet cat on my door, waiting for me to allow her to stay with me, slightly chubby but not bad at all, wore a grey silk, an evening dress with an embroidered brown linen jacket, slightly toned make up which was not washed by the stormy weather, hint of a red lipstick still hanging on her lips, interesting earrings which was probably made of brown silk lace, brown leather shoes with two moderate size briefcases which was also made by leather. As far as I was concerned, I was not expecting such a complete knocked down appearance of a guest at that night. I was happy and relaxed enough to be relieved that she was not a hot seductive person. I welcomed her with my utmost sincerity and showed her, my guest room. I prepared her dinner same as mine with a sherry. It was a cold rainy night, little warmth couldn't harm anyone, then I dived into my heavenly pleasurable armchair which was made of sandalwood with silk embroidery gardens and fairies playing with each other, singing and dancing, one of very rich client gave it to me as a gift. I was treating myself a little indulgence with soft melodies and love songs. I didn't know when I fell on sleep, it was a cosy night. In my deepest sensual sense, I felt a little warmth on my neck, it's like someone breathing my skin, my lips, my face then undone my robe knot, little bit of caressing warmth touch here and there that made me more comfortable to sleep in, I even felt a sensuous cold touch on my man's pride which made me more reluctant about my present state. I felt so relieved about my undying desire to my devotion for not taking any chances of her. That night was slightly different. I never felt so much about myself in my sleep. It was like warmth cold breeze taking air from me.
I woke up when my wife which was my mobile, ranged the alarm. Beautiful weather, very pleasurable sleep, my full body was alarming with soft sensational feelings as if I was with someone who caressed me, loved me, the whole night. I was horrified with that feeling at first, why I was going through such a complete awakening sexuality. I couldn't remember to feel such a feeling for a long time. I was so busy with my life and work, I was loving it. Whatever the reason, I was feeling awesome. Then I remembered my late night guest, I jumped on my own, checked my kitchen no dishes, my guest room which was completely empty but very nice smell coming from the room. I checked everywhere but no one was there. Then I found a bottle with a leftover perfume of lily of the valley. I was surprised but shocked at the same time. With confused emotions, I made my morning white, creamy coffee and sat down on my outdoor terrace, my little open greenhouse. After the heavy rain storms, the weather was breezy, dripping water drops from my garden flowers, soft sound of them making the weather more lustrous, cold touch of water and air made me more alive that day. My wavy hair feeling the wind as if whispering to my eyes and blurring it with confusion that I probably dreamt about her but then how could I explained to myself about the perfumed bottle. I was completely overwhelmed by the thought that a lady loved me the whole night, without a name or any kind of acquaintance, just vanished in the thin air , no message or anything. I felt loved that moment but unconditional love that we all read about. Never before experienced though felt hopeless too. I couldn't even remember clearly her face, I remembered her being, her presence, her appearance but didn't talked or asked anything. It was horrified by my ignorance. She took nothing, just left a little smell of her existence. After a while, I came to my senses and very confidently but smartly checked my mobile messages, looking for my boss, nothing there, no message from him that's been sent last night to host a very important client.
Half confused, half sullen man was I then, to start a new sensational day. That night was my best mystery moment that I slept away.
Short stories of blending lives with mingling singles. Living in every dark corner of the city where no one is there to watch or to witness but needs to be happened and always will do. No one can stop or hold those moments where passed nor anyone can see the fourth coming but can endure to withhold the upcoming shores of love, lust, innocence, mysterious misfortunes or exceptional redemptions.
A man who is ambitious enough to see the sunrise of his own hardworking life in the end of his days but the problem is it's not that simple.
Beautiful love that is pure as fresh like a dew drop to rain drop is revealed by the unfiltered beauties of unconditional love and loyalty that can remain in every single heart with unbounded sense of touch who is in love.
Marriage was a bed of thorns for Stella. She lived like an overworked and unhappy slave for six years in her matrimonial home. One day, her uncaring husband, Waylon said to her, "Ayla will be back soon. You have to move out tomorrow." "I want a divorce," responded Stella. She left without shedding a tear or trying to change Waylon's stone-cold heart. Days after their divorce, they met again. Stella was in the arms of another man. Waylon's blood boiled at the sight of her looking so happy. "So, you couldn't even wait a while before jumping into another man's arms?" he queried distastefully. "And who are you to question my decision? It's my life, so I call the shots. Stay out of my business!" Stella fired at him before turning to look at her new man with shiny eyes. Waylon immediately lost it.
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
Sheila had her back against the wall when her family tried to force her to marry an awful old man. In a fit of rage, she hired a gigolo to act as her husband. She thought the gigolo needed money and did this for a living. Little did she know that he was nothing like that. One day, he pulled off his mask and revealed himself to be the world's top magnate. This marked the beginning of their love. He showered her with everything she could ever want. They were happy. However, unexpected circumstances soon posed a threat to their love. Would Sheila and her husband make it through the storm? Find out!