New York
“Here, sir.”
The lovely secretary of Lorenzo offers him a mug of black coffee and two pills of Advil. The senior detective was having a hard time focusing on scattered documents after that close encounter with a familiar face. The clock was ticking fast, and from the past half an hour, he was scanning the same page, trying to surmise the words, which now seem like wriggling insects. Nodding at the beautiful female thankfully he tosses the medicine down his throat and drinks the burning- beverage.
Huffing a refreshing sigh, he collects the papers in a folder and holds the hot caffeine in another. Erasing the haughty- image of a stoic woman from the back of his mind, he leaves his cabin with newfound determination. It was 4 a.m. He still had some time to crack the case. All the pawns of a dangerous game are standing in front of him. All he has to do is make them sing on a forbidden tune. Wearing both bewitchery and im
New York“He is ready for you, boss.”Agent Mc King announced as he gestured towards the last investigation room, and Lorenzo rolled his shoulders.“How is he?”Lorenzo asked while suppressing a yawn, earning a tired sigh.“His pupils are dilated, and the head is dizzy, but I have run a few tests. The man is good to go.” The Agent clarified before opening a metallic door with a small glass window, showing his boss in. Lorenzo nodded in acknowledgment and marches inside, forecasting a cool manner, oppose to his igniting fury. It was 5:45 a.m. now. The clock was ticking faster today. Slumping in the chair opposite to a high Antonio Sullivan, he passed him a sarcastic grin.“We met again.”Antonio frowned at the pitch of Lorenzo’s voice, which poked like needles in his skull, and he groaned. His red eyes watered a bit before scanning the bulky frame in front
6 months later…It came to her in a dream or, was it the music of cosmos that clicked the scattered pictures at the back of her mind into one perfect lifetime. A life where a girl sang melancholy, begging her lover to haul her into his arms and leave the world behind. A fantasy she admired from the eyes of a little girl before she grew up in scorn and turned indifferent. The heart of gold, when touched thorns, transformed into stone. Still, it fluttered whenever her browns collided with the brilliant oceans that tried to pull her into depths, challenging the fury in her to satisfy this unquenchable thirst with a kiss of love. Has it really been that long? She asked herself and a smile broke on her full lips unknowingly.A tear slipped from glossy eyes, saving the light mascara from smudging. Long fingers immediately reached for silk kerchief settled on the dressing table in front of her, and she looked up in the mirror.The visio
16th CenturyAlvarSomeone had said right- Time never stays the same. What you held yesterday, maybe not in your hands today. What you plan to do tomorrow, it might not occur as thought. The world runs dynamically, and it turns every moment, showing changes that go unnoticed sometimes. Our ignorance could pull us in a compromising position if the matters are worth paying attention to.Something like this has transpired with the Alvar, a small mountainous country with a long coastline serving grounds for 2.1 million people of Islam and Christianity.There was a time when this country was counted among the most prosperous nations. If we ov
AlvarThe fort of Alvar stood in mournful silence as another life falls in the arms of the death.A grieving widow wailed and threw her head on the chest of the fallen man. The onlookers kept their ingenuity low, feeling guilt and pain gnawing at their throats. Tears shined in their eyes, and lips quivered, but no sob was released. They forced themselves to stand and subject the agony of the woman as she clutched her husband’s limp hand to her chest. She cried to him to wake up still, the soulless body didn’t oblige. He kept lying their unmoving with dark marks slathered a
BadenLord Evan marched towards the royal chambers of the King of Baden wearing a wary expression as he wasn’t sure about this visit. Of all the kingdoms in the south, King Thales has requested an audience with King Henry of Baden. This was bad because King Henry hardly pays attention to the neighboring states, let alone an entire empire. The cruel King must be up to something, or else why would he permit the poor King of a dying nation to step in his lands. Alvar was a lost cause now. Nothing close to profit could be earned from that barren land. King Henry wouldn’t even breathe if it didn’t give him life. Only God knows what’s weaving in his mind.As Lord Evan approached the royal chambers, confronted blazed faced soldiers with lust dripping down their profiles
Baden“Your throne and the entire kingdom don't compare to the jewel I desire, King Thales. The thing I want is too precious, even for you. I don’t want your crown or your fort as they are useless to me. I want the pride and dignity of Alvar.Princess Valentina.”King Henry kept his demand without an ounce of shame. His skin didn’t crawl, thinking of a girl half his age that stands equal to his daughter. All he knows that he has wanted her since the moment he saw her playing in the garden with a wild cat five years back. He had traveled to Alvar, looking for the real jewels for his third wife. He didn’t deem to flounder upon a beautiful princess, dressed in white like an angel and giggling in
AlvarForgetting all about the book and her appearance, Princess Valentina jolted up from her place and rush to the gateway to examine the situation herself. It was highly unlikely of Percy, her father’s horse, to complain at such an odd hour of the night. On top of everything, how did he manage to escape the stables to call out for her? She rushed out of her chambers, ignoring the alarmed calls of Katrina. Her heart was aching for some reason, and a bad feeling was clogging her mind. When the warriors standing in the corridors saw their princess running in her night wares jumped to various conclusions. Their first thought was the place was under attack. A few thought it might be just a play, whereas, others took the situation seriously and followed t
Alvar The sky roared in remonstrance and cried out its agony when watched the blood flowing like a river on the lands of Alvar other than the sparkling essence of heavens. The Crimson rattled it and planted the seed of terror. It felt as if the land shook under the burden of demonic prowess. The dark clouds punctuated their pain when they thundered aloud and the heart of the sky cracked when lightning ripped it from the horizon, flashing more light over the damage on the ground. It was a demonic act where men were slain like those innocent cattle tied in the barn of the slaughterhouse. The women were preyed by the hungry wolves in the flesh of armored soldiers. Their virtue was ripped and crushed under the feet of persecution in the middle of the market. Children were hauled and tossed inside the cages so they can be used in the future and trained to grow the army of Baden. The devil must have tossed his head back and broken into a peal of fiendish laughter. He must have mocked God