In the quiet room, bathed in the soft glow of muted light, Khana's subtle twitch betrayed her awareness. However, she skillfully maintained the facade of deep sleep, concealing the internal conflict beneath her closed eyelids as Richard continued, oblivious to the storm brewing within her.
At that moment, as Richard spoke about Father Henry's genuine concern and dedication, Khana decided to shatter the illusion. With a subtle flutter of her eyelids, she slowly opened her eyes, taking in the sight of Richard's surprised expression.
Everyone would not expect the lady to say, "Who are you?"
The room was bathed in a soft, muted light, casting a subtle glow over Richard's intent expression. The room came into focus when Khana's gaze locked with Richard's, their eyes engaging in a silent exchange charged with unspoken tension.
For a fleeting moment, their eyes locked in a silent exchange, the unspoken tension hanging heavy in the air. Richard, grappling with the gravity of the situation, stammered, his words caught in his throat.
Richard stammered, his words catching in his throat as he struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation.
"Who are you?" she uttered once again, her voice carrying a hint of confusion. The question hung in the air, a sharp departure from the expected warmth of recognition.
Richard, taken aback by the unexpected query, fumbled for words. The room seemed to hold its breath, the weight of disbelief palpable. The fracture in their connection widened, and Richard found himself grappling with a reality that seemed to slip further from his grasp.
"Honey, don't tell me this is one of the pranks you used to do?" Richard uttered, trying to hide his troubled heart. He was wishing the bride was only feigning memory loss.
"Honey?" Khana asked, then took a glimpse of the groom's tuxedo, and the gowns worn by the wedding visitors. "Did we get married?" she added.
"Not yet, Honey. We're about to wed, but there was an accident." The groom caressed the back of the bride's hand.
"What accident?" The bride responded. Her eyes searched for answers.
The groom finds it hard to open his mouth to respond. There was hesitation surging inside him. He thought telling her that she ran away during the event would make the lady think that she didn't want the wedding in the first place, so he opted for a different narrative. "You were in a car accident before the wedding ceremony began."
"I see..." The bride replied in a soft voice. Her eyes were looking at the wall while letting a weak smile escape from her lips.
"Don't look so sad, Honey. We can have our wedding when you've fully recovered. Even if your memory doesn't return, we'll still get married." Richard stood and bent down to place a comforting kiss on Khana's forehead.
The bride's mother, Karylle, joined the scene, concern etched on her face. "Baby, how are you feeling?" she asked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as Richard stepped back to give them space. Karylle shed a tear as she added, "It's me, your mom."
"I'm feeling okay, Mom. I know this may be rude, but can you all please leave? I need some time alone to rest," Khana requested, meeting her mother's gaze before turning to the groom, their two best friends, and future in-laws.
With collective sighs, the visitors nodded and exited, leaving Khana alone on her bed. Seated at the edge, she stared out of the window, where the sky glowed with hues of gold.
"What do I do now?" she whispered to herself. Lost and afraid to make a move that might complicate things further, Khana grappled with the uncertainty of her situation. The room echoed with her silent contemplation, a space filled with questions and the delicate dance of emotions.
In the solitude of her thoughts, Khana found herself immersed in a sea of uncertainties, drowning in the depths of her own contemplations. The room echoed with the silence of her internal struggle, a quiet tempest that raged within the confines of her mind. As she sat on the edge of the bed, staring out the window, the golden hues of the sky seemed distant and disconnected from the turmoil within her.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, interrupting the symphony of her thoughts. Khana's initial reaction was a sharp glance, a silent warning to whoever dared to intrude on her solitude. The plea for privacy lingered in her eyes, urging the uninvited guest to retreat.
However, when she turned to look over her shoulder, her breath caught in her throat. A man in clergy attire, named Henry, stood before her eyes. His countenance bore the weight of devastation, yet there was a haunting handsomeness to him that could not be ignored. The room, once frozen in the stillness of her contemplation, now seemed to pulse with an unexpected energy.
Khana's ability to react deserted her, words evaporating from her tongue as she met the gaze of the clergyman. Time hung suspended between them, a moment pregnant with unspoken emotions. Her brain ceased to function, leaving her and Henry trapped in a tableau of silence.
In that frozen moment, the air crackled with tension, as if the universe itself paused to witness the intersection of two fates. Khana's vulnerability and Henry's anguish created a magnetic pull, drawing them into a shared space where words became obsolete.
As the weight of the unspoken settled between them, Khana felt a strange connection, a thread tying her to this enigmatic clergyman. The room, once a sanctuary for her solitary musings, now bore witness to a collision of destinies, leaving Khana suspended in a sea of unanswered questions and unspoken truths.
Her lips were moving, but no word would come out. She was just staring at him as he walked closer to the bed where Khana was seated.
"Are you feeling better, Khana?" Henry asked.
Khana gulped, and her gaze shifted from the priest to the door and back to the man who visited her ward.
Without a warning, the priest embraced the lady...
The accident had left Khana with a suspected case of amnesia, erasing the memories that tied her to the hospital. The door creaked open, and Priest Henry walked in, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and relief. Khana's heart skipped a beat, and her lips were moving, but no words would come out. She was simply staring at him as he walked closer to the bed where Khana was seated.The priest approached her bedside with a gentle smile, his voice carrying a warmth that resonated in the depths of her confusion."Are you feeling better, Khana?" he asked.Khana gulped, and her gaze shifted from the priest to the door and back to the man who had visited her ward.Without warning, the priest embraced the lady.She could feel a threatening explosion building inside her chest. Khana looked away and refused to move, even though God knows how much she wanted to hug him back."I... I don't know," Khana stammered, avoiding his gaze. "I don't know who you are," she added, followed by an almost whi
The patient's eyes widened upon hearing Richard's accusation. She yelled back."What the hell is your problem?" She sat on the edge of the bed, glaring at the guy who paced back and forth."We're going to hell if you've been lying all this time. You knew Henry had liked you for so long and even ordained as a priest because he was too broken when we got engaged," says Richard."I don't know what you are talking about. And, If that's the case. Then, why would you get mad over a guy I left for you? Deal with your insecurity! Do not take it out on me!"His words tumbled out in a rush. He replied, "I can see how you looked at each other, Khana. The way he held your hand, the concern in his eyes... It's as if you two have some sort of secret connection. I'm not insecure! I'm also a man, and I understand male behavior. I'm telling you, that priest is a wolf in sheep's clothing!"Khana shook her head. Her voice tinged with frustration. "How dare you insult a priest?! Have some decency!"Richa
But Khana shook her head, her eyes glistening with tears she hadn't yet shed. "It's not just about trust, Richard. It's about us. About who we are together." She paused for a moment to take a deep breath. "And right now, I'm unsure if that's enough," she added.The weight of her words hung between them, creating a suffocating silence. Richard wanted to reach out to her, to hold her close, and never let her go. He was hesitant to sit next to her. He felt guilty for starting an argument. Such was the unexpected ending of an argument he had never seen coming."So what are you saying?" Richard asked, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his own heart. Deep down, he wished not to hear the word he had already concluded in his mind. He hoped that she would never break up with him.Khana took a deep breath, preparing for what she was about to say. "I'm saying that we should end this now. I don't want to get married anymore."Richard knelt and pleaded. He grasped the hem of Khana's w
After a week of being confined to the hospital ward, Khana was finally discharged. Richard was there, waiting anxiously outside her room, his heart pounding with hope and fear. The lady's groom-to-be was determined to win her back, to convince her that their love was real, even if she couldn't remember it.Richard's heart skipped a beat when he noticed Khana emerged from the ward, supported by a nurse. It is no surprise she looked fragile and lost, her eyes clouded with confusion, yet he refused to let doubt creep in. He stepped forward, offering her a reassuring smile as he reached out to take her hand. Then, Richard kissed the back of her hand, even though he felt her wanting to pull her hand back."Khana," he said softly, his voice trembling with emotion. "I'm so glad you're okay."Khana nodded weakly, her gaze drifting away as if she couldn't bear to meet his eyes. Richard's heart sank at the sight, but he pushed aside his own pain and tried once more to get her attention."Khana
Richard stirred in the kitchen, the aroma of freshly cooked pancakes and brewed coffee wafting through the air. It was a special morning for him, as he was preparing breakfast in bed for Khana, his fiancée. He meticulously arranged the tray with her favorite foods, hoping to bring a smile to her face and perhaps rekindle some memories of their happier times together. As he carefully carried the tray to their bedroom, he couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty gnawing at him. He set the tray down on the bedside table, the anticipation building within him. Would this gesture be enough to bridge the growing gap between them? He couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness. Would Khana like it? Would it bring back fond memories for her? He pushed the doubts aside, focusing instead on his love for her and his hope that today would be a turning point for their relationship.Khana stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open to see Richard standing by the bed with a hopeful
Khana's gaze flickered for a moment before she responded, her tone tinged with sadness. "The church where it all began," she said softly.Richard's heart sank as he realized the significance of her words. Memories flooded his mind, both sweet and bitter, of their journey together. But overshadowing it all was the image of the sinister priest, Henry, whom he suspected Khana had grown too fond of. Despite his mounting fears, Richard forced himself to remain calm. He knew he had to confront his suspicions head-on, but the thought filled him with dread."I'm just telling you. I don't need your help. I want to go there on my own feet."Richard was torn between forbidding her to go there or letting her go, but dragging himself to where she wanted to go. He sighed and replied, "I'll go with you. No more buts. I need to look after you."'I need to look after both of you and tear you apart, slowly yet surely,' he mumbled to himself."Wait here. I'll go ahead and wear appropriate clothes before
Henry, the priest, stood near the altar. As his gaze swept over the shadowy landscape, he caught sight of a figure approaching. He noticed a silhouette of a lady entering the dimly lit church. A lady was wearing a flowy red maxi dress paired with white flat sandals; such a silhouette was quite familiar to him. He squinted to confirm the identity of the lady, which turned out to be Khana, the woman whose unexpected presence both bewildered and alarmed him. With each step she took towards him, his confusion deepened, mingling with a sense of foreboding.His heart was heavy with concern and apprehension. The night air was thick with an uneasy stillness, broken only by the distant hoot of an owl. He thought the guy who warned him in the confession room would have followed the lady. His thoughts were consumed by the anxiety of Richard's imminent arrival, and the havoc it could wreak upon the tranquility of the night. The priest knew trouble may come whenever the lady came near the church
Khana led him to the long wood bench on the first row, left corner, next to the aisle. The priest was seated on the bench as the lady pushed him without breaking the kiss. Even if he closed his eyes, her captivating eyes and soft lips still flashed in his mind as he stuck his tongue in her ips.His whole body is burning... It felt like electricity entered their whole body and ran wild to ignite. Suddenly, a loud knock on the door awakened Henry. When he opened his eyes, he was sweating, and his heart was beating crazy. Then, he breathed a sigh of relief upon realizing, what had happened was just part of the sinful dream. He stood and grabbed the doorknob to see who was on the other side of the door. "Good morning, Trevor," says Fr. Henry."Good morning, Father. Sorry for interrupting your peaceful sleep. I only want to remind you of your schedule today," says Trevor, a novice priest.Fr. Henry nodded and smiled."The school of Saint Belminde had requested a mass to welcome the exch