Stranger Untold #5 & Stranger Untold #6

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Stranger Untold #4

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Loving Liya

Liya’s white cheeks turned red, she was crying, babbling reasons and our past promises and texts. If somebody had asked me how would you feel when the world would collapse to end, then surely it was the feeling, watching my girl sleeping with other guy. I was praying, it might be a nightmare. It wasn’t. I couldn’t blame the guy, he didn’t force her to cheat on me. It was Liya’s own choice. An intentional mistake or sin! She was uttering sorry and Don’t leave me repeatedly like an insane. I wasn’t a metahuman to tolerate such heavy weight of deception with my little heart. The guy sought forgiveness from me, he cleared that he had no idea Liya already had me. Liya made him to trust that she loved him and there was no one except him. Oh my Liya, what you have done!

“You only have to ask that you like someone else. I would have walked away. All I want your happiness.” _ My words were broken, perplexed with sadness.

“No, no.. I want you in my life. I have done mistake. Forgive me, please!” _ Liya wasn’t the same girl anymore whom I had been known from childhood.

We played together, grew up together, we became friends then fell in love. I was in illusion that I was the only person who knew her in and out. Now I was nothing more than a stranger to her. She might forget her promise but my vow wasn’t fickle.

“Liya, I remember my words. No matter what I loved you yesterday, I love you today and I’ll be loving you to all the morrows. If it’s a mistake then hold my hand dear and get out of here.” _ I said with firm voice. It took so much strength of my shattered heart to lock the pain inside.

It has been one month, Liya is like before again, an innocent face with the sweetest smile. Whenever I see her beautiful face, I forget the pain which she gifted me. I cry in lonely midnight for her treachery but still I love her no matter what and she is going to be my beautiful wife soon.

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Black pearl ~ post4

The sky was orangey even it was afternoon. The heat wasn’t very heartless when he was sitting next to me. The other side of Queens forest was grandeur. Perhaps the town’s people hadn’t reached this part ever. I hadn’t seen any people here except us atypically. Anyway it was beautiful.

“I’m sorry for your parents.” _ His voice evaded the silence between us.

“You don’t have to be sorry. It was my fate.” _ I was sad. I was missing them.

“What is that on your neck?” _ He pointed to the locket of my neck.

“Oh, it’s a black pearl.” _

“Where did you get this?” _ He asked curiously.

“Mother gifted me on my eighth birthday.” _ I murmured sadly.

“Black pearl is really rare. Where did your mother find this?” _ He asked anxiously tho’ his face was serene.

“I don’t know. She didn’t tell and I hadn’t asked too.” _ His curiosity for the black pearl made me a little confused. Moreover I was elated that we talked even for my locket for a while.

We took our step to the stream. I asked him about the stream on the way. He told his home was beside the stream. When I asked his name, he kept it secret till we reached the stream. My optimistic legs followed him as the path was full of hopes.

The sky changed shades to crimson, the sun was hiding and the castle beside the stream appeared to be an ancient architecture. The skin on his face was shining like clean crystal in twilight. Eventually we reached the front door. It was a very big and tall door I had ever scene. The door opened itself when we stood closer to it. My eyes turned wider seeing the interior, huge collection of unique arts, paintings and rare crystals on the walls. The whole environment was captivating but spooky, the less number of furniture bewildered me. I turned to ask him about furniture. He wasn’t there. He wasn’t anywhere. I yelled to every corner but he didn’t appeare. I stared the walls hysterically. I sprinted to the front door, my hands slammed with whole force, it wasn’t opening.


To be continued…


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