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 going to church," says Khana in a plain voice and expressionless face.
Richard had no choice but to tag along as the lady decided to go to church. Glancing at the calendar hanging on the wall, he realized it was indeed Sunday. He tried to rationalize Khana's sudden desire for church attendance, telling himself that perhaps she sought solace in the homily. Yet, a nagging worry tugged at the edges of his thoughts.
"It's not like that guy is the only priest in the church. It could be another priest," he mumbled to himself, trying to quell the rising unease. Deep down, he couldn't shake off the thought of Father Henry, the priest he despised.
He cleared his thoughts and his gaze went sharp as he added on his mumble, "But... if it was him who'll do the homily. I'll make sure he won't think of a way to approach my lady.
I can't let them get closer. Now that my beloved is vulnerable. Who knows what he'll do? He might be a servant of god, but everyone knows there are immoral ones. They are like a fox hiding in sheep's clothing."
Khana's voice interrupted his internal debate, her raised eyebrow a silent question. "If you want to stand there, then I shall take my leave now," she declared, her tone tinged with impatience.
He almost jumped in surprise when Khana asked what he was thinking, standing there like a stupid guy. She raised her eyebrow and interrupted his internal debate. She raised an eyebrow in a silent question. "If you want to stand there, then I shall take my leave now," she declared, her tone tinged with impatience.
Richard snapped out of his reverie. Richard immediately ran after her, who was standing next to the door, ready to click the doorknob. Khana was silent throughout their way to the church. He reached out and gently squeezed her hand, a silent gesture of reassurance. "Take a seat, Honey," he whispered to her ears as they found their place among the pews.
It wasn't long enough when the mass started. Father Henry, the priest conducting the service, initially appeared composed. However, as his gaze inadvertently fell upon Khana and Richard, tension crept into his demeanor. He struggled to maintain his focus, torn between his duty to the congregation and the unwanted distraction before him.
At the back of his mind, there was chaos saying, 'Is she looking at me? Did she go here right after the hospital sent her out? She lost a lot of weight, just how much stress she is right now?'
He wanted to ask how is she. However, he knew it would only lead to a problem. the guy beside the lady he holds dear might misunderstand his action.
With a sigh, Father Henry closed his eyes, willing himself to ignore the couple seated in the church. His heart ached at the sight of Khana, a woman he loved deeply but could never have.
He had long resigned himself to the agony of unrequited affection, determined to protect her from the turmoil of his own emotions. Although he was happy to see her again, yet he wished they could have visited another time, specifically when he was out of commission for church duty.
He rather let her hate him, than give her false hope. His love for her was no ordinary, it's the kind of love that he is willing to silently scream in heartache rather than pursue her just to ruin her life. He thought that she was now in good hands. There's nothing else he could ever wish for than to see the love of his life living comfortably with the man who will treasure her for eternity. He only wants the best thing for her.
On the other hand, Khana simply found herself drawn at the altar to stare at the guy who was busy doing his obligation. She knew it was trouble letting her feel such an unwanted feeling of wanting to get close to the priest who claimed to be one of her closest friends. The maiden is aware of how sinful she is right now, but her heart wouldn't even let her sane mind win the war.
As the homily drew to a close, the congregation began to disperse. When the homily ended, the people scattered; only a few people stayed.
Khana remained behind, a weight settling in her chest as she contemplated seeking solace in confession. Yet, before she could act, Richard entered the confessional, preempting her.
After Richard finished speaking, there was a moment of silence. Father Henry took a deep breath before responding. "Richard, I understand your concern for Khana. But you must trust that I have only her best interests at heart. I would never do anything to harm her. I never intended to ruin your relationship."
Inside the confessional, Richard's voice was firm as he addressed Father Henry. Richard scoffed, unconvinced. "Forgive me if I don't take your word for it, Father. But I'll be keeping an eye on you."
"Stay away from Khana," he demanded, his tone laced with warning. "She's mine."
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
Khana is one of the sponsors of the scholarship launched for Senior high school courses at Saint Bemilde. Thus, it is no surprise the lady had been invited to the mass offered for the opening of the school calendar. She wore a dreamy oceanic like dress, paired with a white stiletto."It must be fate doing it again. Who would have thought that he'll be there," Khana murmured while looking at the guy ascending the stairs to the mini stage.Khana can't help falling in love deeply into the beauty at the stage who is currently the center of attention of the masses. On the other hand, she also falls into despair as soon as the feeling of guilt of having romantic feelings for a man who dedicates his life to serve the church had knocked her head. She knew that Henry would not give in to her, he simply cannot be hers. Khana smiled sweetly at the priest when their eyes locked but they looked away. Seeing how he ignored breaks her heart. The lady asked herself how can he be so merciless? She r
Richard's heart raced with anticipation as Khana agreed to go on a date with him. He had invested so much effort into arranging this before his urgent trip to China that he had no choice but to return to his hometown to fix the deficit project their company was facing, and now, finally, they were spending time together. As Richard and Khana sat across from each other at a quaint cafe, the atmosphere was warm, but Khana's mind was far from the pleasant surroundings. He couldn't help but steal glances at Khana, trying to decipher her mood. He kept looking at her, trying to read her mood. Richard hesitated to ask the lady to leave the country and be wherever he was. He's too afraid to trigger her irritation because she might walk away and refuse to open her heart. The gentleman wants to open her heart slowly but surely. He will never give up until she falls for him.Khana, on the other hand, viewed this outing purely as a friendly hangout. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, unable to
Henry sat in the silence that followed the lady's departure, the creak of the door echoing in his mind like a portentous bell tolling. He massaged his temples, feeling the weight of his emotions pressing against his head."What have I gotten myself into?" His voice was a mere murmur, barely audible in the heavy stillness of the room.A knock startled him from his thoughts, and he looked up to see Sister Anissa entering, her face etched with concern."Father, the lady has left," she said softly.Henry straightened, attempting to regain his composure. "Ah, yes. I was... in prayer," he replied, his words stumbling slightly."I apologize for interrupting, Father," Anissa said, bowing her head."No trouble at all, Sister. Please, attend the church while I'm away," Henry instructed, gesturing towards her duties."Where are you headed, Father?" Anissa asked, curiosity coloring her voice."Just for a brief stroll," Henry answered vaguely, offering no further explanation."Very well. Take care
"I even packed my things that day to run away with you! But you ghosted me. I should not have this lingering feeling for you because you vanish and show up as someone far from my league," Khana cried in frustration."It was you who did not show up that time. I was there the whole day, but you never came," Henry responded with a calm voice since he would never yell at her. Khana and Henry stood facing each other, their expressions a mixture of confusion, hurt, and a growing realization that something sinister had interfered with their past."What do you mean? I was drenched in rain waiting for you the whole day at our meeting place!" Khana yelled, her voice laced with frustration."Rain? How come you were drenched when the sky had not cried for the whole day?" the confused priest, Henry, replied, trying to make sense of the conflicting memories."Are you telling me I'm lying?! I waited for you from three in the midnight until eight in the evening, but neither your shadow appeared!" Kh
Henry looked away first and gazed upon the wall next to him. He uttered, "All this time, I thought you had a change of heart. Even though we shared a night, I was unsure what you felt about me. And I have never properly expressed that you are what my heart desires." Henry cleared his throat, breaking the tense silence. "However, that's all in the past. There's no point dwelling on it now, except for the sake of clarity. I hope this meeting can bring closure and allow you to move forward with your life.""Khana, there's no point lingering in the love we couldn't have. I truly loved you, but that was all part of history," he added.Khana rose from her seat, stepping closer until she had Henry pinned against the sofa. She fixed him with a piercing stare, freezing him in place with the intensity of her gaze. She had a way of captivating his senses."Show me that your feelings for me are truly in the past," Khana demanded, her fingers tracing the contours of Henry's face. "I'll kiss you.
"A-Ahhh," he screamed in his husky voice, and such a sexy sound was music to Khana's ears. She sucked deeper in and out, sucking out his soul. Henry could not understand himself as if he's gone insane.Henry's hand was on Khana's hair, and even though he didn't mean to, a hand was already pulling the lady's hair. It didn't hurt the lady, but instead, it excited her more. At the back of Khana's head, her mind has been saying, "I guess, I'm driving you crazy, huh? How about I suck you harder?"She licked the tip of it as if it were her favorite lollipop. The guy's thing was big and just right in size, six inches long. It was just her type, a plaything between his legs that was not too short or long, yet not too small and too big, just enough to fit her mouth and her flower.Shortly after, she felt something was coming up, and Khana wasn't wrong. A white sticky thing has defiled her mouth. She was satisfied, but there was more she wanted than having the restless guy's 'thing' defiling h