THE GIFTED ANALOGY: Revised; Opening Chapter -III

“Don't be a coward. You are a grownup now. Be brave, you can do it.”

The words ringed in my ears. I knew that voice………Dave! I jerked to look around me. May be I was day dreaming, but I knew deep inside my soul that he was somewhere near me. It was although an instinctive gesture but I felt an urge to see him.

Like always, disappointment smirked at me. But I tried to absorb in his voice that always acted as the soothing blow of air to awaken my senses and open my mind to new horizons.

I closed my eyes to gather courage. Those words were magical. I gallantly went forward with the program numbing my senses else they could always lend strange uncanny possibilities to my brain.

The air was very cool and pleasant outside the airport. Europe was so astonishingly breathtaking that I could have never imagined any heaven so perfect. The greenery, the freshness, the atmosphere so pleasing and beautiful that it seemed as if its beauty was in its complete bloom and was welcoming me with all its warmth and love. I felt like ‘I was home!’

A few more hours of train journey gifted me more chances to explore the beautiful and magnificent place. It seemed as if the time had come to a halt. My eyes kept capturing the pictures of the gorgeous scenery and greenery all around. The openness, the vast fields that covered the horizon and bestowed the richness of the country were soothing for any vision. Far away, somewhere a glimpse of life assured that the world dwelling even in the remote and solitude places depicted the lifestyle full of fascination. My eyes failed to close, in spite of a long 8-hour journey from one continent to another.

Finally, the train stopped at Angelston. It was a small station with less people hovering around. My heart beat picked its acceleration. I looked around finding any soul. But it was quiet and empty. I could see some counters flashing the sign boards of refreshments, Cab, etc. I wondered if I was at the wrong place. India has always been so full of people that I never thought I could reach such an inhabitable place in Europe itself. My tears were ready to leap out of my eyes, when I saw a person sitting on the counter with the board of TAXI, written above it. I treaded there hurriedly.

“Hi, I need a cab.” I spoke still panting, mustering enough courage to help myself reach my destination. Thank God, there’s no male!

The lean girl with a round face looked at me through her tiny glasses and nodded. She called out behind her while handing me a ticket. A stout and large man leaped from behind and offered to take my luggage. I hesitated a bit.

‘You can do this, Sophie!’ Tears pricked my eyes. I sucked in a deep breath and called all my prayers while following him to the cab. My hands felt cold and my stomach churned as I sat on the seat.

“Where to?” His husky voice gave me a chill. I literally jumped on my seat hearing him talk.

I opened up my address diary to confirm Aunt Anna’s address.

“Mm, Saint Martin Street.” I stuttered. He nodded in response.

Gratefully, the driver was a quiet person. He didn’t utter anything the entire way. That gave my edginess some comfort. I could ease off and enjoy the way quietly, ignoring the fact that a stranger was driving the cab. I looked out of the window and grasped the view of the town. This place would be my shelter for next few weeks. I sighed.

Angelston was not what I had been expecting. It was a small town with the population not over 10,000. The travel guide I bought on the way told me that the town was built in the 14^th century. It seemed as if it was a jumble of colors: grey-green hillsides of terraced olive groves; black-cypress forests; red-roofed town villas, under the magnificent blue sky.

Its architecture had a precision that was similarly jewel-like. It was filled with miniature Venetian Gothic and Renaissance palaces whose balconies almost touched above the narrow streets. The sky was covered with deep navy blue clouds that added to the ambiguity. So mysterious and enigmatic the view was that I almost forgot to keep a check on the way to Aunt Anna’s house.

The cab crossed a narrow street to reach a place where all the houses looked completely identical. Red-roofed, white walls, large windows with pale brown borders, were the distinct features of the houses. There were low, white fences all over to symbolize the territorial boundaries.

Aunt Anna lived all alone in one of those houses. I called out the number Twenty Six to the driver who pulled the car to the last house in the right row of the street. The house was, although the same, but the small garden in the front seemed well maintained with some lovely variety of flowers and shrubs. It was small yet quite pretty with the blend of vivid colors enhancing its dream like appearance. The blue painted, wooden main door possessed a tiny porch for a wooden chair to adjust its place between two white pillars that held the red slanting roof covering the open area and numerous small pots filled with tiny shrubs, herbs and plantations.

I wondered that if Aunt Anna was so unwell, then who helped her in taking care of the house and maintaining it for her. I knew about her lonely living as she never married anyone. It always made me wonder how she had led her life in complete solitude for over fifty years, without any family. Mom used to tell me that she went to UK for her further studies, when she was barely twenty and since then, she had been living in Angelston all by herself. Her career profile indicated that she had worked at the Prime University as their head professor and researcher for thirty five years, till her health seized to permit her any further exertion.

“Sophie, is that you?” A feminine voice called, as I was about to press the doorbell button.

A lean old woman opened the door. She looked much like my mother if their features were taken into consideration, but just a few years older. She was fair complexioned with light white hair, hanging on her shoulders, her large dark eyes twinkled with emotions. Overall, she had a very graceful look. Although age wise she was old, but her eyes had a spark of a young child. I glanced at her and wished deeply to look like her when I grow older. She was pretty and very serene with a strange heavenly glow of contentment.

Her fair-wrinkled face could not help much in hiding the happiness she felt when she saw me. Her eyes gleamed with joy and affection as she embraced me tightly. I automatically hugged her back, her warmth made me feel as if I was back home in the arms of my mom.

“Ah, my child!” Her voice was like a whisper.

“How was your journey, dear?” She smiled widely exposing her white teeth. “Look, how grown up you are!” Her painfully stretched lips indicated how excited she was to see me.

I sighed trying to absorb such a genuine affection in the place far away from my home.

“Aunt Anna, I am a mother now. That makes me a grown up.” I tried to reflect the same mood.

THE GIFTED ANALOGY: Revised; Opening Chapter -II

I had been dwelling with the unknown pain since I could remember. Maybe, the material used to manufacture me must be of bad quality and henceforth, I stated my phobias and nightmares as the childhood deformity.     

I reached the Heathrow Airport, London and walked following the sign boards as well as the fellow passengers to collect my luggage. While waiting for my suitcase to appear, my mind drifted to adversities.

Why on earth did I agree to all this? Suddenly, I felt so lonely. I was standing on an unknown land, with no experience of travelling alone and far away from my family. My hands and feet felt cold. I shivered with the realization. I should have refused the first time when my mom came up with the idea of me visiting her elder sister, Anna who’s unwell and had demanded specifically for me to come and see her on urgent basis.

I wondered what was so urgent that only I could manage to go. I agree that my parents’ passports were expired and would take some time to be renewed. Alec could not spare so many days for travelling due to his business in India. And Aunt Anna threw a load of tantrums that would not suit a sixty-nine year old lady otherwise. But she sounded totally insistent and really could not spare another day waiting for someone to reach her. Not leaving behind my mother who displayed her own kind of drama to push me into travelling to Europe to see her elder sister who lived all by herself in a house in Angelston.

“She needs us. It’s not her age to live all alone in the land which does not hold her roots.” She pleaded me to try to understand her plight. But frankly, if the things were that bad, she could always come back to her native land, India. But mom thought otherwise that it’s not that easy to leave everything and come back at such a tender age and start everything all over again in some other place.

I was always told that Aunt Anna had never traveled back to India after settling herself in UK almost fifty years ago, except when I was born. That did not quite seem to be a convincing celebrated event that could compel her to visit her native but abandoned country. Yet her unmatched presents always reached me on every occasion that I could recall. But personally, I never claimed a chance to meet her.

Now I was badly hooked by those sisters to behave like an obedient child and travel like the Little Red Riding Hood went to visit her Old Granny in the lonely wild woods, the only difference lied in that here I could almost find every single person resemble The Big Bad Wolf.

My mind drifted to the realization that how I had always urged to visit this part of the world. I yearned to unleash the beautiful mysteries of the cultures and palaces of Europe. It always fascinated me, as if I had always been a part of all this.

‘But such opportunities are hard to approach to a simple housewife.’ My subconscious always told me.

 I although had never nourished any regrets about the speedy turning points that my life had always showed me with. But it was just that some things could have waited for a longer period of time before they came comparatively sooner to me. Like my marriage, when I was barely of the age of twenty and the marital responsibilities kept me awfully engrossed in trying to cope up with the sudden commitment. Our daughter, Tia, stepped into our lives seven years later. How could I have chased my dreams when I was busy changing diapers and working over becoming a perfect mother and a wife?

Life is so unpredictable. We generally accept the changes with open arms and forget the past and go on with the flow. This could be conveniently said about my personality. Now at the age of 32, I missed my girlhood that got lost somewhere in the role of a wife and a mother. Mostly women like me found their consolations in their offspring. I had always thought that Tia would live those days of my youth that I had missed in this lifetime.

I married Alec in such circumstances that it felt more like a compromise that I had willfully made for my parents. Initially, it was hard for me to love a man who was a stranger and a perfect antonym to my dream prince; a world I was in and the world I always dreamt to be in! But it’s not necessary that the picture we paint of someone whom we can define as ‘perfect’ by our own limited set of knowledge ought to be the one? If we open our minds, we can find many people who can be defined perfect in their own ways.

Call me a dreamer or a romantic but I too had a love story. It sounded bizarre but I had opened my eyes to this creepy world, only to see him! When every inch of my body agonized and tormented in fear of the living creatures of this world, he saved me from myself. He cuddled me to sleep when I screamed in terror at night. He stood beside me, sometimes as a dear friend, sometimes like a lover, and sometimes as my guide. He’s the personification of all my dreams and desires, my cure for loneliness, the deity of deep passion and love…Dave!

My heart swelled with the single call of his name. He had always filled the void my loneliness had built; and gave me answers to all my problems and confusions. He dwelled in my heart and spoke in my thoughts (And that’s where I had always met him). I always felt loved and cared, just the way I wanted to be. It’s just so easy to be with him.

My marriage could never separate Dave from me. He had always been a part of my existence. If he would have been in real, then he could easily overcome Alec in every aspect. Maybe, I could overcome my mental defects if Dave would have been in body and flesh as my life partner.

I shook my head to wade away his thoughts. Although, he had always made me feel his presence in my dreams but in recent years I felt rather disconnected with those visions. Instead I saw myself with Alec in my weird dreams!

‘So, my mind too finally accepted him.’ I realized one day after such a dream. It was definitely a tough fight. Although, Alec wasn't aware of my mind, he only thought that I was an introvert and a reserved girl. But he waited unmoved and patiently for my acceptance of his selfless love for me.

‘The poor fellow loves me too much.’ I sighed recalling my indifference for his love in our initial years of marriage. But Alec never complained. He always supported me like a true partner. He always believed that love can melt the hardest mountain in the world. All the above, his belief was accurate in melting my feelings for him at least. A tear dropped from my eyes as I recalled the present geographical distance that separated me from him.

 I collected my baggage and stepped out following the sign boards to encounter a large country waiting to haunt me with its strangeness. I shivered at the thought looking around the unfamiliar place and people. I literally scolded myself on agreeing to my mother’s bizarre demand for me to travel alone. Didn't she know how the unknown plague me?

‘What’s the use cursing now, Sophie? Beyond your cowardliness lies your respect for your parents and willingness to serve them.’ I tried to console myself.

 I needed to be brave and head towards the search for the cab to the station to board the train to Angelston. It all seemed too tedious. Alec had spoilt me so much that I felt helpless doing anything all by myself. I wished so much that he was around. The enormous airport itself was making me nervous. Though Alec had booked everything in advance and explained me all very clearly, still I felt like a lost child in the crowded market place.

THE GIFTED ANALOGY: Revised; Opening Chapter -I

“I’ll miss you. Try to come back soon.” Alec’s dark twinkling eyes were filled with worry for me.

 His hand fondled my cheek and he kissed me there. His cute, boyish face was pleading silently for me to stay. I tried to be brave and not show him my eyes filled with tears. I knew if I signaled my reluctance to travel alone then he would take no time to carry me back home. The twelve years of our marriage had taught me a lot of things about him. And the first one was his over-concerned attitude for me.

“Honey, I am just going to visit my aunt for a few weeks. I’ll be back soon.” I had to keep reminding him as well as consoling myself repeatedly that these days would pass quickly.

He nodded and let go of me. I turned and stepped across the security gate of Indira Gandhi International Airport in New Delhi. The check in counter of my flight was loaded with travelers. But I was luckily spared the long waiting queue as Alec had booked the business class seat for me. He’s always too thorough with his work when it came to me.

I would never understand what pleasure he drew by spending prolifically for me.

“You are Alec Singhal’s wife. You must enjoy the perks.” He would often quote whenever I questioned his generosity.

I walked into the terminal and spotted the nearest book store. Normally, every woman drools around designer outlets or jewellery showrooms. But I, on the other hand, could blissfully spend my entire life surrounded with shelves over-loaded with books.

I skimmed around the colorful covers and felt in heaven until my reverie was broken by an unwelcomed voice;

“How may I help you, madam?” A deep voice echoed behind me. I yelped in shock and turned. I blinked twice till I spotted a lean man in uniform gaping at me in expectation.

I sucked in a good amount of breath to control my rising panic and shook my head in denial. Before he could respond, I turned to my heels and stumbled my way out from the store as fast as my clumsy feet could take me.

If I were the creator of this world, I would have allotted a separate planet for all the men. I didn’t know why but I was born with a weird phobia for men. My parents had tried all their sources and money to find some treatment for this. But I would guess it’s more of a deformity. If given a choice, I would never steer my way where any male trespasser hovered.

Gratefully, I felt quite better now as compared to my younger years when I would almost faint with fear when any man tried to talk to me. Even Alec wasn't spared by my hostility. But he was so positive about changing my feelings for him that despite of my lack of faith in my own self; he managed to win my heart.

Right now, I was really not keen on pushing my luck talking to any stranger, particularly men. I decided to comfort myself in some lonely corner of the premium lounge. So, I followed the signboards and made my way into the large first class lounge. Thankfully, it wasn't crowded. At this point I couldn't help but feel grateful to Alec for considering a comfortable travelling for me.

I sat on a comfy leather sofa at the far lonely corner and fished into my purse for my mobile. It buzzed right on time to alert me and I knew it was my equally edgy husband on the line.

“Hi.” I smiled and whispered.

“Hey. Are you comfortable there?” His anxious voice spoke from the other side.

 I sighed and responded; “Yes. I am. Thank you for the business class booking despite of my revolt.” I couldn't conceal the relief in my voice.

I could feel him grinning widely in triumph. “You deserve the best, always.”

My eyes pricked with tears hearing him. Oh, I love him so much that it hurts to part from him. 

We were silent for a while till I broke it. “Alec, I'm fine, really. Please don’t worry so much.”

“I don't know, Sophie. I should have made you travel more with me. It’s just the idea of you being all alone across the continents… what if…” he broke out.

Oh, God, he’s really no help when I’m also in a panic mode. Instead of nurturing my nervousness, I always ended up nursing my jittery husband. I shook my head.

“But you've made the best arrangements for me. I would be grateful for that.” I smirked and he took a deep sigh.

“I’ll miss you, honey.” He whispered after a beat.

“Me too.” I sniffed my stray tear and disconnected the call.

Glancing at my watch, I realized that I still had an hour before I boarded the flight. So, I decided on a cup of hot tea and a salad. I hate to eat alone. It just makes you realize that you are deprived of a reasonable company. So, I decided to open up my best friend… my book and eat while reading.

I had the copy of the illustrated works of Edgar Allen Poe in my bag. I opened it. It’s often said that ‘Poison cuts Poison’. So, I had always hung along my self- imposed tagline that ‘Fear cuts Fear’. I love to read horror or supernatural themes. It simply worked as a therapy to shrink my inner dreads in front of the large horrors of the world.

Soon enough I heard the announcement for boarding the flight.

I made my way to the gate and straight into the airplane.

To my relief I was attended by a female stewardess. I wondered if they had an option in the airlines to choose your attendant along with the type of meal that you would prefer while on board. Well, I was sure they didn't have to deal with the nutcases like me on the regular bases.

The flight was long and tiring. Yet I was luckily spared any unwanted company around me. Also, the movies and my books kept me engrossed till the end. I didn't have the nerve to fall asleep in the aircraft. Believe me, it’s a horrible sight to watch me sleep. I didn’t know why but my subconscious mind played its dirty tricks on me whenever slumber took over my aware mind. I end up screaming and yelling in my sleep. Normally, Alec cuddled me back to sleep but it never helped me to overcome my inner fears.

I wondered sometimes that how even God permitted such a broken piece like me to enter His world. I was nothing more than a handful of tiring burden. Such a weight that strangely, first my parents and then Alec had been patiently enduring. I had always felt like a broken china statue; although assembled by the binding glue of the love of my family, yet never the same shining, new piece. I didn't know what broke me from inside, but all that I could gather was that the unseen cracks pierced into my soul were never to be healed by any kind of love or sympathy. 

The Gifted Series: Introduction

Book One: THE GIFTED ANALOGY

‘There are some commitments beyond life itself, beyond body and heart. Those are the commitments of the soul……’

                          Sophie visits Angelston for the first time travelling alone all the way from India. She parts from her loving husband, Alec in the New Delhi airport with a heavy heart and leaves to meet her Aunt Anna who had urgently called on her to fly to the unknown land. She never imagined that her decision to visit her Aunt would change the course of her life forever.

                          There she meets an extraordinarily handsome but mysterious man, who’s head over heels in love with her, even before she had met him.

               There is a hidden purpose behind his presence around her, but what is it? How does he know her so precisely when they have never met before her arrival to Angelston? She feels danger hovering around her all the time. What is it that keeps on drawing her towards him? Will she be able to discover her deep desires back? Moreover, her guilt of cheating on her loving husband starts accusing her. Her dilemma takes on her sanity as she can’t lose him now. But her values and loyalty towards her husband, Alec makes her internal fight fiercer.

Book Two: THE EQUILIBRIUM (A Sequel)

Back from the dream world to the real world, the decision has been made! Allowing Dave to step out of Sophie’s life would have been the most painful thing for both of them. Although Dave was determined to let her have a chance to a normal married life with her husband, Alec, but it’s not acceptable for Sophie to part from him. Now that she was confirmed about Dave, her angel who’s always been there beside her in real, constantly protecting her and guiding her; she will not take any chance to ruin it.    

She’s ready to start it afresh with him, and with her husband Alec, both in her life; a risk that she gladly takes to be with the two most precious men for her. Would it be that easy to bring both the worlds together for her, one a powerful angel and other a mere human?

 She feels she’s the most blessed person in the world but soon enough the realization takes in to shatter her dreams. Her deepest fears return to ruin every person that she cares for. Is it right to love two people at the same time? Would Sophie succeed in bringing the equilibrium between Dave and Alec? Or would she fall apart losing one of them?   

Book Three: THE COMPATIBLE (A Prequel)

“How in hell can you handle love without turning your life upside down? That’s what love does, it changes everything.”         -Lauren Bacall.

A prequel to ‘The Gifted Analogy’, this book narrates the story of how Alec Singhal, Sophie’s husband met her fourteen years ago. Being an Andro-phobic, Sophie was traumatised by her inner demons. She knew she would never seek the capability to love a man in this life that was already a sentence of constant torture for her deeply fragile soul.  But the moment Alec set his eyes on her; he knew that she was the one with whom he could spend his life.

 Was that the destiny or the conspiracy of the celestial force to help heal Sophie’s broken soul with Alec’s untiring love and make her lead a normal life? Was Alec really the most compatible partner for Sophie?

Despite of her constant detestation for him, he tirelessly tried to make her overcome her inner fears and embrace her true feelings. With his unmoved determination to achieve a successful marriage with Sophie, he matches no doubt an equal competition to Dave, the powerful angel and Sophie’s guiding spirit. 

THE EQUILIBRIUM: Another Complication in Love

What if you fall in love with someone who doesn't have the capability to feel love? What if the person whom you worship can not feel the way that you feel? Love is a powerful yet an extremely complicated feeling; a feeling that cannot be ignored by any person. But still if you find someone who feels fear over love and the only emotions that could be stirred by you are the ones associated with terror and not with sensuality?
Are you ready to abandon someone whom you love insanely only because that person can not contain the similar emotion for you? Or would you try till the end to trigger the same feelings for you in that person's heart? Would you keep holding on to hope?

Alec in THE EQUILIBRIUM had faced the same complication. He fell for a young, beautiful girl named Sophie the moment he saw her. She awoke some new yet extremely powerful feelings in him which he had never felt before. He wanted to express his love for her but fate had planned some tough tests for him before he could step forward to achieve his dream to marry her.
Sophie's a simple, quiet girl who had been tormented with a dark past. Her soul bore a wound that was impossible to heal. Since the day she'd opened her eyes to this world, she had never slept a sound sleep without the same nightmare that had haunted her forever. Fear had rooted in her mind and soul like a vermin that was hollowing her from inside. The world never felt like a safe haven for her. As she grew up, her fear grew too to take the form of phobia.... Phobia for strangers, particularly men!
Alec tried to reveal his feelings to her, but how could she understand him when his very presence was choking the life out from her? He was nothing more than the haunting shadow that had always tormented her in every possible way. His touch could only make her feverish and miserable. Every time he stepped closer only to face bare loathness and hostility from her side.
 But did this ever pull his determined spirits down? Is it possible for her to live a normal and blissful life with someone who truly loved her and is ready to live a life of abandonment only to keep her protected?
  

THE EQUILIBRIUM: Prologue

“Please don’t ask me to choose, for it would be like making a choice between breathing and heart beating. Both ways I would lose my life!” Sophie pleaded.

I had a strange dream. I found myself walking on a spindly rope tied against two poles at a notable distance. My feet were trying to grip the thin lock of thread coiled together. As I moved further, the rope shook with enough vibrancy to disturb my offset. It was strange, I had never even practiced once in this skillful movement, but my feet were confident in assuring to get me through.

With even a single shake from the meager base my entire body tilted to one side and then swayed to the other. As the movement turned violent, my fists coiled itself much strongly on a long stick that it held firmly in it. But the stick treacherously didn't help much in supporting me. Instead, it was annoyingly distracting as I realized the weight was heavy for me to hold and the pressure it enforced on my arms was disturbing my stabilization.

My concentration was splitting from the rope to the long stick and I was finding hard to maintain the balance. My eyes accessed the cause of the pressure on the stick that held a good amount of weight on both of its ends. I focused on its length at the right side and found Dave holding it and the left end bore Alec as its counterbalance. They both were tied on the extreme ends of the stick that I gripped tightly and relied completely on my judgement of equilibrium to get us all through the large void we were hanging on while my feet trying hard to balance our weight on a thin rope!!!

THE EQUILIBRIUM: Prologue 2

 

“Dave, I think the airlines lost my baggage.” I thought in my mind, slightly panicked.

“No, sweetheart, have patience it’s coming.” Dave smirked finding my panic really funny. The belt moved with all kinds of suitcases and bags of different sizes and colors at the Delhi airport.

“Here it is. See, I told you it won’t go anywhere.”

I dragged the suitcase, pretending to be doing it all alone, but Dave was picking the major weight.

Traveling with my angel was truly an experience. I didn't need to talk aloud and his voice was not audible to any human ear, except me. Aunt Anna had booked two tickets so that the seat next to me could be blocked for him in the airline. It was a relief to see him and hear him forever. The whole way, I held his hand and we talked about a lot of things. My uneasiness of traveling was taken care by his presence only. His warmth kept me comfortable and relaxed. I had never felt this way earlier. It was as if I had finally found my incomplete part.

We walked hand in hand towards the gate where Alec was waiting for me a midst the crowd. His curious eyes found me and he waved desperately. His medium height, around 5’11”, and lean built made him look like a boy. His dark black eyes and dusky skin with jet black hair, was a complete contrast to Dave.

As we came closer, I realized the two most important men in my life were like day and night. On one hand, Dave beamed like the glorious morning sun; and on the other hand, Alec looked innocent like the midnight moon.

Alec ran to reach me and hugged me tightly. As I returned his embrace, I saw Dave pacing a few steps away from us, respecting our privacy. But I grabbed his hand to keep him closer to me. He looked at me confused and I smiled at him.

“Don’t forget, you are the most important part of my life.” I conveyed him in my mind. He smiled like a small child, who had found his love among strangers. Now I knew my decision to never let him go was right.

We headed towards the exit, when Alec started showering me with his questions, “How’s Aunt Anna? Was your visit fruitful? How was Angelston and New Castle?”

I looked at him confused and just murmured, “It was great.” He nodded and went to get the car from the parking. I waited at the exit door.

“New Castle? What’s the story, Dave?” I thought.

“We had to find a way to keep him in the dark.” He answered. “So, Anna told him that you were going to New Castle with her, for her treatment and there would be no phones there, so you would email him time and then.” He grinned.

“But I didn't mail him even once.” I was confused.

“But Claire did.” He smirked. “She’s purely indebted to Anna, for her help to her family. Anna told her to email Alec on your behalf.” He spoke with an obvious look on his face.

“And all the way, I was wondering Alec would be mad at me for not calling him for the past fifteen days.” I thought and then, smiled at him. “You really saved my life from the most dangerous thing- Alec’s anger.”

He laughed. “It’s my duty to protect you, ma’am.”

I smiled, relieved and felt excited for the life waiting for me with completeness and satisfaction. The life truly meaningful and worth living, with my Angel!!!!

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