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This was published in Barefoot Sunshine magazine March 2017 edition.

I’m glad to announce that this short fiction has won a Commendable Mention in WingWord Short Story Prize 2017 hosted and organised by Delhi Poetry Slam.


 It’s been a century I’m stuck in this vault, no flesh to feed on, no air to breath. But I’m immortal, I may disintegrate but absence of air or food cannot kill me. It’s a boon or bane, I don’t know. There’s no one around, it’s all dark here. My so-called sister has never bothered to come looking for me, forget about rescuing me from this hell-hole.
It seems I’m destined to be alone. When I was born (some 250 years ago), I was loved by my parents and my siblings. The neighbours too adored me. But when I was 6 years old, people started finding me weird. Because I could read their minds. Then I could control their minds. I wasn’t even aware I could do it!!! But they were scared of me. They hated me. They said I’m an evil witch, messing with people’s heads. I had become an abomination to the people who once loved me. My parents, together with the villagers, tied me to a boat and set me off to the sea to starve, drown and die. I cried and pleaded. Begged for mercy. But everyone turned deaf ear. Even my older brother Jeremiah, who had pledged to protect me from all harm, was on their side. He hated me too. Before the unforgiving nature could touch me, something already died in me.
I sailed across the sea, alone, scared and heartbroken. As expected, I was starving. There was nothing around but water which I couldn’t even drink. Hungry and thirsty, I awaited my death. At night, a huge storm arose and my boat was in pieces. I should have been dead but destiny had something else in store for me.
When I opened my eyes I found myself in a desolate island. I walked around looking for food. At the first sight of wild fruits, I pounced on them, only to regret. I was nauseated and passed out. When I opened my eyes, a girl, of almost my age, was sitting beside me, trying to make me drink something that seemed to be some herb concoction. “Where am I? Who are you?”, I asked, sitting up. “I’m Ligeia and you’re in the island of Capreae,” the stranger replied, “I found you unconscious so I brought you to my cave. The symptoms said you had consumed the wild berries. So I was feeding you the antidote concoction. What is your name?” “I’m Molpe. Why are you in this desolate island?” “For the very reason you’re here. I’m a siren as well.” Siren? So that’s what I’m called? “They pushed you out too?” I asked “We’re in the same boat of ill-fate, little sister,” came the reply. The moment Ligeia uttered “little sister”, all my fears disappeared, I felt secure, did not know why.
From that moment on, Ligeia and I were inseparable, we would spend our days foraging the forest and nights narrating to each other exotic stories. We opened our hearts to each other. But, whenever I foraged the forest, there would be hardly anything edible, then how could she prepare food for us every day? There was something she was hiding. The answer came soon.
One dawn I woke up to find Ligeia missing. I went out looking for her. She was at the sea shore, staring at a passing ship. Then she started hummimg — a tune I had never heard before. The ship, as if in response, deflected from its route and approached our island. Clueless about what was happening, I just kept staring at the ship and my sister. The ship arrived at the shore and the crew bowed to Ligeia. I couldn’t make sense to anything. And then, Ligeia did something I could never even dream of. She drowned those five shipmen and stripped their bodies of their flesh!!!
Before she could see me, I ran back to our cave and curled up in the corner. She had roasted the very pieces of flesh she had extracted and served them to me as lunch!! My sister had made a cannibal out of me!!! A sharp chill crawled down my spine. I immediately walked out of the cave towards the shore. “Molpe wait!”, she called out, trying to catch up with me, “Where are you going?” I wouldn’t answer, I wouldn’t stop for a second. Out of the blue, in front of me, a strong gust of wind arose and brought with it a tall, dark, bald man, clad in a white robe.
I was dumbstruck, kept staring at him, eyes filled with fear. “Don’t be scared my dear, I’m here to help you”, said the stranger with a calming tone in his voice. For a moment, neither Ligeia nor I uttered a word. At last, Ligeia, breaking the silence, asked, “Who are you?” “Ligeia, my child, you know me well. I am the one whose tale you were narrating to your little sister last night”, came the reply. “L-Lord A-A-Arcadius, the ruler of Hell?” I gasp.
Lord Arcadius was also a simple saintly man once upon a time, many many years ago. He was a peaceful man but with powers not everyone could comprehend. He could read minds and see the future. But what the world does not understand, it tries to crush that. And they burned him alive. He then vowed to burn all the humans with even a pinch of sin in them. From then, he became, the Lord of Hell.

“Yes, my child, I know you have been wronged and who better than me can understand that”, said the Lord, his tone never changing, “What if…. I told you, that you could get to avenge the injustices bestowed on you by those conspiring humans and also help me in my revenge” “H-How c-can we do t-that, my Lord?” I asked, “I will take you under my wing, the two of you, my little siren warriors, will find the evillest of humans residing in this world and feed their souls to me, you get to feed on their flesh and remain ever young. Also, other than me, no one can bring about your death.” I looked at my sister, trying to decipher what was going on in her head. She looked at me and then at Lord Arcadius and said, “My Lord, my sister and I submit ourselves to your protection.”
We were sent back to the big wide world that condemned us, ready to avenge our injustice, until I was caught unguarded by a Salem witch attempting to wipe out her clan, and locked up in this vault I am now in, before she breathed her last. Since then I have been here. I tried to attract humans, when a secret museum for supernatural artefacts was being built around the vault, to open it. But no one could. It was I who wiped out the Salem witches, the only key to my freedom.
After a long wait, someone does open the vault, and I see him. He was looking for somebody or something. Maybe me. Something happens to me. I feel something like never before. All these years I had been only a servant of Lord Arcadius and everyone around me, potential preys. But this man, David, is changing everything. His soul is not fully white, not fully dark, he’s perfectly like the yin-yang. I need him, but he’s hard to get. I scan him for his weakness, a girl… I want the same love, care, affection that he showers on her, so I lure him with his weakness. I mind control him to serve me, to be my evil-hunting machine and feed me with flesh till I come back to my old form.
He is very loyal, I fall for him more and more. After two whole months I regain my form. Lord Arcadius has not only bestowed me with immortality but also with unmatched beauty. But David does not get attracted to me. He serves me only to escape hell, he feels nothing for me, like I do for him. I don’t want to control him, I try to bestow on him all the love and care I have, but he just looks through me and walks off. He only serves me; He even gave up his home, his family. But he cannot see or feel my love. This hurts me even more. This hurt is turning into uncontrollable anger. He has forced me to give him pain and compel him. I get into his mind to see what it is that makes him resist me. I see a girl, an innocent soul, whose beauty surpasses mine in his eyes. She selflessly loves him, would even die for him. Jealously boils in me like a raging volcano. I attempt to remove all memories of this girl so he can see only me and no one else. As I try to remove his memories, his resistance begins to grow powerful! The more I try, more powerful it becomes. Never before has any man been strong enough to fight me. I keep trying and he keeps resisting until he throws me out of his mind palace.
This infuriates me thousand folds. I will take what’s mine, either by hook or by crook. “You will go and kill whoever this Amara is,” I compel his psyche to obey. He pushes me away and says, “No, I won’t kill her. I’ve never before questioned your command, but this time, I won’t do as you say.” “You do know the consequences of defying me, don’t you? ” I growl. ” Ahh!!!” He kneels in front of me, wincing in pain as I play havoc with his brain. “I don’t care about consequences any more. You may mess up with my head as much as you want to but nothing can stop me from loving her. You want me to forget her and love YOU? A cannibal of a woman who can just inflict pain deserves only hatred and disgust. You may have impeccable beauty but my Amara is an angel incarnate. I can kill you, but her? Never”, he says with gritted teeth. “You can never kill me!!” As a reply, he stabs me with a knife, “At least I can die trying”, and walks out. 
After a few moments, I gain consciousness.  The entire day has passed by and he hasn’t returned. The pang of betrayal hits me like thunderclap. Where is he? Maybe I know where he might be. I will regain what’s mine.
I set out to look for the wretched woman who tries to steal the love of my life. I intend to wipe out her existence in front of David. I want to break him, so that I re-build him to be mine and mine only. I at last find her, in a small, desolate hut, in one corner of the village of Fernweh. Amara, the prickly tiny thorn in my path of happiness. I try to call him with our psychic bond, “Come my dear David, see your love, before I kill her” “You won’t lay a finger on her, you bitch! “, came the angry reply.  And then the church bell rings…
“Ah!!! What is this happening?”, “Look up, behind you”, was the reply from the other side of the bond. I turn to see David standing at the Bell Tower, but it’s not the church bell but the Salem bell. 
Made by the Salem witches in the 18th Century, the Salem bell is THE ultimate weapon to destroy us sirens. That’s why I had to wipe out their existence. But not before they arranged for me being stuck in that hell-hole. 
 Ding!! “AAHHHHH!! Where did you get that bell?”, I say, writhing in a sharp headache. “The girl you want to kill belongs to a family of Salem witches. You think you’re invinscible? I doubt,” he chuckles with such a malice! “David, no! Don’t do this to me, love” “You shouldn’t have come near Amara, Molpe,”said David, “you made me kill numerous people. You bathed me in blood. Because of you, Amara despises me. My first step for redemption is to burn you out of our lives. Nine…” Ding! “Ten…” Ding!! “Eleven…” Ding! “Goodbye Molpe, rot in hell!” “AHHHHRRRRGGGHHHH!!!”
The eleventh ring lit up hell fire on me. Today I actually become an abomination. An evil witch who deserves nothing but hatred. The fire soon engulfs me into hell only to keep burning on and on in my master’s kingdom.

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“‘Are you sure, Rhea?’ asks my mother. ‘Of course I’m. Survival of the fittest, mother. I’m not going against Darwin. Also I don’t want unnecessary scars on my body.’ It’s a known fact that we are all born to die. And frankly, I don’t understand why it has to be made into such a big deal. If it were not for my mother I would have said that to the bunch of people outside my house, some of them with young kids, shouting slogans, waving placards, literally wanting me to cut one of my beating hearts out. “Save A Life. Donate!” they shout. For someone who is one in billions, 7.125 billion to be exact, I expect to be treated better. Scientists are still befuddled regarding my condition that gave me two hearts in my mother’s womb. But years of research and sticking needles into me have led them nowhere, and they have labelled me as a freak mutation. It’s so rare – literally one in all humankind – that they didn’t even name the anomaly (as they call it, I will call it awesomeness). I wanted to name the condition myself, something on the lines of Rhea’s Heartsawesome but the doctors aren’t thrilled with the suggestion. Instead they want to cut one of them out and save a life. Huh? An IQ of 180, increased concentration, exceptional athleticism and a phenomenal metabolism rate – are just the few boring benefits of an increased blood circulation. Why would I ever give that up?”
This was the first journal entry of Rhea Singhania. In the past 21 years she never wrote a journal, she never needed to. But in the last few months, life has taken such a drastic turn that she wanted to chronicle it.
Rhea has always been the pride to her parents. An exceptionally brilliant student and also a brilliant hockey player. She holds the record for being the All India topper in both class 10 and class 12 CBSE board exams and also for being the youngest player to get selected to the state women’s hockey team. One of the star students of St. Joseph’s College, Bangalore. Her life was as normal as any 21-year old college girl, until five months back.
Rhea had met with an accident during a tournament. MRI tests revealed that she has two hearts. That’s when she became a guinea pig to the scientists at the St. John’s Research Institute. Several doctors swarmed to her, all wanted to know what caused this anomaly. No logic worked in her case. During the first week, she loathed to show herself at the institute. But from the second week, she had been looking forward to going to the institute.  That’s because she had started to like somebody at the institute- Rahul Malhotra, a 1st year PhD student who had then joined the team of analysts who were studying her.
But they didn’t meet, as you would expect, at the institute for the first time. They met at “Loft 38” pub. Rahul was enjoying his graduation while Rhea and her cousins were on a usual Saturday night out. There was something about Rhea’s aura that made her recognizable in a crowd. That had what caught Rahul’s eyes. She wasn’t acting any different. She, like the other 300 or so people in the pub, was dancing to the DJ’s music, oblivious to the staring eyes. Until then, Rahul was in no mood of dancing, despite his friends’ pestering. But the very sight of Rhea made him leave his seat and walk to her. “Excuse me, miss, May I have the privilege of dancing with you?” Rhea’s cousin brothers turned protective. Instead she nodded consent.
Both of them had the dance of their lives, they had just met but they danced as if they’ve known for ages. As they called it a night, they walked out on opposite paths, not expecting to meet again. But destiny had some plan else. They met again the next day.
Rahul, a cardiology specialist, was one of the first ones to apply for assisting senior doctors at St. John’s Research Institute who were studying the “Girl with two hearts”. That day was his first day at the institute. Rhea, as usual, didn’t want to show up at the “slaughter house” (that’s what she named the institute). But her father (he’s a cardiologist too), literally dragged her. The moment she entered the examination room, she was quite surprised to see Rahul there. “He doesn’t look like a doctor at all”, Rhea told herself in her head. Rahul too was speechless, for a while, on seeing her. As she walked into the room, he said, “So, you are the miracle girl with two hearts, Miss … Singhania, right? Daughter of famous cardiologist Dr. Indravadhan Singhania?” “The name’s Rhea. And thanks to “Dr.” Singhania that I’ve been made a guinea pig.” “But I should be thankful, since it’s because of him, indirectly, that I’m on the journey of achieving my PhD.” She stared at him, expressionless, expressing disapproval. “Sorry. By the way, my name’s Rahul Malhotra, naam toh suna hi hoga.” “Don’t even make the effort of trying to be cheesy, it doesn’t suit”, she replied in a no- nonsense, matter of fact manner. “Ha ha” responded Rahul, trying to calm down the atmosphere, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Rhea” then saying softly, “again”. “I’d prefer only Rhea, no “miss” nonsense. As far as this meeting with you is concerned, whether it’s a pleasure or not, I’ll decide at the end of the day” “As you wish”

Rhea didn’t feel so comfortable before at the institute, with stern looking old doctors around. Rahul, with his mere presence, seemed to have changed the entire atmosphere. The day went by like a breeze. Later in the evening, walking in the campus towards the exit gate, “So what’s your verdict about this meeting of ours?” Rahul said, breaking the silence. “Hmm… well… I should admit it was a pleasure meeting you, Dr. Rahul” “Oh, only Rahul, please”. Rhea, chuckling a little, “Okay, only Rahul, nice to meet you”, she forwarded her hand to him. He took it with a friendly shake.

They met every alternate week at the institute. Every time after all the tests for the day were done, they would sit back for long hours chatting. They became friends and in no time they became more than friends. From fortnightly the meetings became almost a daily cycle. In the evenings they would either be found at Indiranagar or Kormangala or Whitefield. They would loath the day. Rhea would wait for the clock to strike four, when college would be over for the day. She could concentrate neither in class nor during hockey practice. Rahul seemed to play in her mind on a nonstop loop. It’s not one sided, mind you. Even Rahul would be caught every now and then, day dreaming. He too would wait for his work hours to get over so that he could relax for the day over coffee or beer with her. All was going well except that they hadn’t confessed their feelings to one another.

Rhea had lost all hope that Rahul would ever proposition to her. So she decided to take the first step. Rhea and her friends decided to celebrate Valentine’s Day in Goa. She invited Rahul as well, who somehow managed to get a leave for three days, citing family problems. She planned everything- bonfire, music, barbeque and a secret, quiet place for her THE moment.  Thankfully, everything proceeded as planned.
When all her friends got occupied with the bonfire and the games and their PDA’s with their respective partners, she quietly pulled Rahul out to her secret place. Surprisingly, before she could say anything, he told, “It’s been three months that we’ve been hanging out, but I couldn’t say that I love you a lot. I won’t deny that there had been other girls in my life but never before did I feel so earnestly for anyone. With you, I get to be myself, not even a pinch of pretense. And you’ve never thought twice before giving me my space. You’ve been so understanding…” “Rahul,” she interrupted, smiling, “you aren’t presenting your thesis and I am not one of ‘Hitlers’ of the ‘slaughter house’, okay?” He laughed meekly, “The ultimate point is that I love you a lot, baby.” She was about to confess that she loved him too, that’s when she remembered something that she had forgotten due to the past three months of excitement, that for a long time she had loved her best friend, Lolita, which she never confessed thinking how the latter would react to her homosexual instincts. But if she loved Lolita then how could she fall for Rahul? It’s not that she had fallen out of love with the former, she felt the same relief when Lolita hugged her tight whenever she felt low and wanted to cry out loud. Nothing could remain a secret from her; even at that moment, Rhea wanted to go running to her telling her about Rahul’s proposition— but Rahul was a secret that she managed to keep from Lolita till then. Rahul noticed her anxiety. “What’s wrong? You don’t look good. Did I do something?” he asked. “No no, you did nothing. It’s just…” she responded guiltily, “Could you wait here for a while, I’ll be back in a moment.” “Yeah, sure.”

She went out to the beach. She was confused. She had no clue what was happening to her. She closed her eyes and placed her hands on her heart. She could listen to both her hearts beating. She realized that perhaps her anatomical anomaly was responsible for this emotional mix-up. But she had to talk to Lolita before she could say anything to Rahul, Lolita had been her friend since kindergarten, she had been one of the strong pillars of her life, she could no longer keep the secret. She went running, looking for Lolita. She found her at the terrace, after one of their friends claimed to have seen her going that way. But Lolita wasn’t alone, she was with a boy, and they were making out. She couldn’t believe what she saw. She was so shocked that she didn’t even realize when the name “Lolo” (Lolita’s nickname given by her) escaped her mouth, loud enough for the couple to hear. They immediately faced her. The boy was none other than Vikram, one of Rhea’s cousins. Getting over the shock, she said, “What’s all this happening? Are you both drunk?” “Chotu, I can explain…” Vikram began but Lolita interrupted him, saying, “I’ll handle this.” Pulling Rhea aside, she said, “Rims, I wanted to tell you all about this but I feared about how you would react to my dating your brother.” “When did all this begin?” Rhea asked. “Since last year.” “And I know now, that too not from any of you.” “I know you’re angry, I feared this reaction itself. It’s natural. I can understand.” Rhea lost all control at this, “You think your dating my brother is bothering me? No God damn it. What has shattered me is that the person I loved with all my heart loves somebody else”. “What do you mean?” “Nothing. You won’t understand.” And she ran off. She didn’t stop running until she could find Rahul. She hugged him tight and cried her heart out. “Why are you crying?” he said with a worried tone. “Nothing.” “Nothing? Here you’re crying and you’re saying nothing? What’s that supposed to mean?” She looked up at him and all she could say, “I love you” and she kissed him. Gradually she calmed down. The rest of the night felt like a dream. She didn’t want to open her eyes.

But she did open her eyes and life happened…

It has been a month since the night at Goa.

Rhea wakes up with a sharp pain in her chest pain. She calls out to her mother. She says, “Don’t worry, it must be acidity, take a Ranitidine, it will subside in some time.” “No Ma, this cannot be because of mere acidity, it seems something more severe”, she groans with pain, “give me my phone, I’ll call the doctor.” Rahul calls her immediately to the institute. Dr. Singhania is presently at New York for some medical conference. Mrs. Singhania has no other choice but to take Rhea to the institute herself.

After checking Rhea, Rahul says to her mother, “Ma’am, one of Rhea’s heart has stopped working all of a sudden, and her body is slowly rejecting it, that’s why the pain. We need to operate her immediately.” “But weren’t you checking on her? What have you been all this while? How couldn’t you detect it earlier and treated it?” asked Mrs. Singhania, going frantic with anxiety. “I’m really sorry, somehow it got undetected.” “You’re a doctor, how can you afford to be irresponsible?” “I’m very sorry about it ma’am but we’ve got no time for arguments, we’ve got to take an action as soon as possible.” “OK, fine, go ahead”

She opens her eyes to see that the day has passed by. The hospital is eerily silent which means it’s around midnight. The nurse on-duty exits from the washroom, seeing her walk up to her and says, with my guilty, worried face, “I’m so sorry this has happened to you.” “It’s okay sister, what to do if one of my hearts has stopped working”, Rhea weakly replies “No, your heart was perfectly fine”, the nurse exclaims. “What are you saying, sister?” “Yes, the doctor tricked you into surgery to sell one of your hearts and now he ran away.” “What nonsense! Rahul wouldn’t do such a thing, why the hell are you concocting stories?” Rhea retorts angrily. “I am not lying, the entire hospital knows about it. The staff members who helped him are already held in custody. I heard your father is coming here tomorrow morning.”

The next day, St. John’s Hospital sees a series of events, Dr. Singhania sues the culprits who got caught, and pleads for a search team to catch hold of Dr. Rahul Malhotra to the police who immediately starts questioning the hospital staffs and also Rhea. Rhea is emotionally broken. The person she has had whole-heartedly loved, literally tore away one of her hearts and escaped just for some money. Did he come into her life only for this? She asked herself.

A month later, “Why are you doing this? Your father will sort this matter out.” Mrs. Singhania says to Rhea as she heads towards the departure gate at the airport with Vikram. “I have to go, Ma. He has some answering to do. Wherever in San Francisco he is, I will find that Richard D’souza aka Rahul Malhotra.”


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Never Give up

Easy,” he said, “Keep breathing, honey, stay with me, don’t give up.” He sounded panicked. “Don’t give up on us, love”, he was almost crying. I could feel him injecting something into my vein and pumping my chest. Gradually all feeling started to go numb, his voice gradually becoming distant. The vision getting clouded and I started drifting.

I opened my eyes to find myself in the middle of a dark, deserted road, my bloody hand holding on a human heart and a corpse lying right in front of me. “Honey!” I turned back, guilty and scared, expecting to see the only person who calls me so, but I received the shock of my life- it wasn’t him! “What have you done? I had asked you to stay indoors till Freddie brings your fuguing phase under control”, he said, equally shocked and nervous.
“What are you doing here? Where’s Vincent?” I asked.
“Who’s Vincent?”
“My husband” “Husband? Honey, I’m your husband. What’s wrong with you? Never mind, lets get out of here first before anyone spots us.”

I was brought back home, my home, but there was no sign of Vincent. I used my tracking senses, but there was no track of him in the vicinity. I rushed to Il Cantuccio cafe, and I found him at last, but with someone else – with Veronica. Wasn’t she supposed to be dead?
They were not alone. There were a bunch of people with them, as if there was some celebration going on. I walked closer when Vincent called for the crowd’s attention and said, “Thank you for joining me and my beautiful wife to celebrate our second marriage anniversary”, turning to Veronica, he said, “I love you honey, happy anniversary.”
“I love you too, Vince”, came the reply, and they kissed!! I couldn’t stop myself and yelled, “STOP!”
Vincent turned to look at me and asked, “Who are you?”
“I’m Stella”
“Stella, Who?”
“Don’t you know me? What’s going on?”
I was about to approach towards him when Veronica retorted angrily, “Look Miss, this is a private party and you aren’t allowed to intrude, please leave or we’ll have to get you pushed out.” I was dumbstruck. The man had been following me. After apologising everyone, he dragged me out of the cafe. I was irritated, angry and restless.
At night, I couldn’t stop myself and stormed off to Vincent’s apartment. I didn’t enter. I watched him, from outside, with his new wife. “Who was that woman?” Veronica yelled at him. “I know her no more than you do. Trust me, dear” and he kissed her. But she wasn’t convinced. “I’ve been trying so hard to make our marriage work,” she said mellowingly. “I know you’ve been too, but I cannot see it in your eyes the same love I have for you.” She said touched his face “We’ve been childhood sweethearts but something changed after that accident.” I stood there and watched, my heart burning with jealousy and sorrow. I shouldn’t have told him that he’s better off without me. We’re incomplete without one another.
Suddenly there was commotion in the room. Three masked men rushed in, struck Veronica unconscious, blindfolded and gagged Vincent and dragged him into the car and raced off.

I followed the car, stealthily, but I couldn’t use my speed and stop them in fear of my beasting out and getting exposed. I followed them till the outskirts of Orlando.
It had to be the Stansguard, the one responsible for making me who I am, they never leave loose ends. And Vincent is one. But how can they come back when Vince and I had already destroyed them?
I avoided killing any of them. I somehow managed to get Vincent out of the car and took him to the woods. The goons followed us. All I was focused on was to protect him. I kept clutching his hand but I lost focus on the goons for a moment and that’s when I got shot. An excruciating pain hit me and I collapsed, still holding his hand. He sat beside me and asked, ” You were the one saved me that night, right? You were the one who dragged me out of the burning car, weren’t you?” “Yes”, I heaved. “And I’m the one you created.” I was passing out. “Don’t leave me, I’ve spent more than a decade looking for answers none could give me,” he said, clasping my hand, “Now that I’ve got them, please don’t give up, please don’t give up on us…” His voice faded, my vision got clouded again….
And I woke up with a start. “Stella… Stella, my love, you’re back!” Vincent said, heaving a sigh of relief. “I’m so sorry, I’ll never say you’re better off without me”, was the first I could say, crying. “Stel, I’m never gonna leave you, even if you ask me to”, “You recognise me?” I simply asked. “Of course I do, silly” and he hugged me tight, kissing me delicately. “You didn’t give up…”, he said. “I will never give up”, I answered, panting for breath.
That night, at our home, after listening to my weird dream, he said, holding his guffaw, “I was married to Veronica? Seriously?”, he hugged me delicately but passionately, as we relaxed on our bed. “Yeah, and you kissed her”, I replied, slapping him lightly. “Hey, it was just a dream. You know I will never leave you.” Looking into my eyes, he continued, “I’ve made a mistake of choosing her over you once, and I’ve learnt my lesson. I love you and only you, honey. I’m incomplete without you”. We kissed. A deep, passionate, heavenly kiss. He played with my hair and I caressed his well-toned back and arms. I’ve no idea how long it was, but by the time we moved apart, we were breathless. “By the way, who was the man with you?” He said on catching some air. “It was your dream world so you must know him.” “Yeah, I did” “Who was he?” “Uh… Don’t get irritated…” “Just spit it out”.
Stefan Salvatore 😅”


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