{Freedom}
XAVER'S CARE FOR speed limits flew out the window as he sped down tarred road, wheels racing towards John Bernards Hospital.
He'd been working up a sweat in the gym when he'd gotten a call that Sreya was in the hospital, alive but unconcious. A humongous wave of icy relief had washed over him from head to toe, cooling his agitated mind and frantic nerves. He hadn't even bothered to take a shower, he'd only pulled a black shirt over his head and threw on jeans before running to his car.
At least she was alive, she was all right... But was her mind okay? Would she be strong enough to pull through the trauma a second time? Will her heart be brave enough to heal like it'd done once?
"HOW MANY TIMES a day do pregnant women have mood swings?" Xaver inquired as he loosened the death grip his black tie had on his windpipes. Currently, he was seated in his car, outside his residence. The golden face that filled his screen frowned, "A gazillion times, why?" Xaver ignored her question, "Causes?" She lifted her thumb as she began to count, "Fatigue, anxiety, little to no sleep, hormones, et cetera" Xaver frowned. His wife wasn't anxious or sleep deprived so it must be the hormones? Or fatigue because she's always tired these days. "Any remedies for fast results?" Dinah wasted no time, "Exercise. Sweets. Stifling attention. Amazing foot rubs and body massages" Exercise. Check. Stifling attention. Check. Amazing foot rubs and body massages. Check. Sweets... Sounded like a bad idea. He's actually been m
SHE HAD A WALK like water but she was fire and she was gold. Fire was strong and tough. It hardly forgave and when it did it never forgot. Unforgiving and relentless, fire was.Gold was innocent and child-like. Gold seduced you. Sometimes, on purpose. Most times, ignorantly. She was bronze too; Indecisive and troubled. Insecure.Fire and gold overshadowed bronze with their fierceness and charisma but as Xaver's Cyan eyes followed the six inch stilettos treading on the tiles, he saw bronze. He saw fire in her demeanor, gold in the brightness of her eyes and bronze beneath her facade. His eyes still stalking her, he thought of water as she moved. Her steps were deliberate and smooth. Almost crystalline. Everything about her was a contrast and damn him if it wasn't sexy as hell.She walked swiftly through rows of desks stacked with papers and chairs occupied by employees that all stared at her like she was Athena
THE ACHINGLY ARISTROCRATIC Kirkgarde Manor, located at 1813 Hill View, E.A in Verum City, Casterton State, was eleven thousand square feet of magnificence. Grandeur. Right before the massive oak doors leading to the interior of the aesthetic mansion lay a long rectangular shaped fountain, smooth and well sculpted with fine hands. The tiled four corners were lined with a train of low well trimmed grass that could easily be mistaken for a green carpet. Crystalline water spurted upwards into the blue sky and downward into the hollow space in fours in a straight line.Behind, there was an outdoor fire pit with unblemished white cushioned chairs for recreation as borders. In the fire pit, the Kirkgardes traded tired looking fire logs, lava rocks or wood with elegant well-polished reflective gray fireglass. Fireglasses are recycled glass polished to sin. They sparkle like soft diamonds as yellow flames stained with blue dance
She was a queen in every way. And she knew it. At least, a part of her did. Or maybe that part just liked to think so. Walking down the quiet streets of Harlington—SREYA SLAMMED THE book shut with a sigh as her soft chocolate brown orbs scanned The Kofièn.Twenty years ago, the prestigious Persian Magazine had noted this as the best Café in Tales, but as she watched the senescent worn out curtains and mildly stained tiles, she couldn't help but admit that it had aged quite well over the years.The bulbs overhead were covered with a ceiling lampshade made of metal and sophisticated ornament. The roof was undoubtedly worked on every month to avoid leakages. Tables with round tops hid the geriatric tiles, the tablecloths a healthy white colour but worn out around the edges. The cruet stand, a small glass stand containing salt and pepper shakers were used as center pieces and loo
THE CHARITY EVENT was held in a very magnanimous hall, one could mistake it for a royal ball. Sreya was in awe. She'd been surprised when she'd tucked herself in last night to check her email and saw the invite. Turns out the email arrived few days ago but she hardly ever checked them so yeah. She'd never been invited to anything related with K.G Inc before so this caught her off guard.After seeing the invite, she'd googled Xaver. She knew it screamed "stalker" and was very immature of her but she couldn't help it. She found out he was engaged not married and it had been arranged. She really hoped he was happy.Right now, she desperately needed to seat down, she shouldn't have worn these stilettos, her toes were cramped and her feet hurt. She wouldn't be surprised if her feet died from suffocation and her stomach frizzed from all the alcohol she's been sipping. Not less than five minutes later, a lady who introduced herself as the executi
Matthew 4:18-19;"And Jesus, walking by the sea of Galilee, saw two brethren, Simon called Peter, and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea: for they were fishermen. And he said unto them, 'Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men'... "Knees on hard wood began to ache from kneeling too long but the owner didn't stand. Didn't try to soothe the pain. He pretended to like it. Pretended to ignore it. Jesus hadn't liked it either but he'd gone through it. For the world. For sin. A man knew sin well. A man knew he had been deep in it. Before he found Jesus. Before Jesus found him. The old brown bible stained with coffee lay next the man. The rough tired edges brushing his knees. His head was bent, the small vertebrates adorning the spinal cord at his neck sticking out, held at bay by skin. He was bald. Deep holed injuries were al
SREYA WASHED HER HANDS and couldn't contain the excitement surging through her. She loved being in the theatre saving lives. Bottom line, she loved her job. She, Richard and their team of nurses were going to be operating on Mrs. Braxton in less than an hour.Mrs. Braxton had a serious case of aneurysm and so they had to operate on her sooner than expected. An aneurysm occurs when there is thinning of the walls of a blood vessel prompting it to bulge out or swell up. This bulging and swelling attribute puts the already delicate artery at the risk of rupturing and this can prove a problem to the health of the patient. Some aneurysms manage to escape early detection and removal because an individual may not experience symptoms until it ruptures and when this happens it could trigger adverse responses like severe brain damage or stroke if not treated.When the aneurysm bursts open, series of sym
Dinner tomorrow. 9PM. Xaver KirkgardeTHE CARD READ.Chocolate brown stared at the bold dark cursive writing on the thick white paper and lips parted as hot liquid slipped in, scalding flesh. Sreya ignored the sting. Her eyes still on the card she'd found on her doorstep last night after she'd come back from work.'Tomorrow' was today and it was 8PM. Presently, Sreya certainly did not possess the stance of someone going anywhere anytime soon. Seated in the kitchen, her arms were propped up on the kitchen counter by her elbows, a steaming cup of coffee in hand. Her waist-length sleek raven hair was damp with water, giving her the dazed effect of a wet female deity.A black robe enclosed her slender frame, the faint outline of her curves visible beneath the dark fabric. The house was eerie quiet, the tick tock of her w