Book #4 of the Fairytale series.
Can be read as a stand-alone.
What is time to a man who has loved her for five years.
Five long ones and yet making no move.
What is pain to the man who has watched her live her life whilst he waited in silence...
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Chapter 9.
The air was potent and heavily laced with the scent of gardenias and lit up seduction. It was sparkling with the curiosity of the dry air — heaving under the weight of celebration and the gust of emotions that stemmed from the event on head, tonight. A riverine of effects sauntered around the orange air, the flashing lights beneath the soft river bed lit up the man made pond and elicited the most softest of moans from the onslaught of water that without remorse struck the roots and grass. There was a heaving array of emotions inside the thin chambers of the heart, mellow and perhaps muted.
Soft murmurs and whispers of the nightly beings that descended amongst the shadowy branches were unheard. The stalking eyes in the large gardens — pertinent to the ghosts of the not so long ago lost past, threaded in between the figures like an unspoken prayer. A myriad of emotions. Each one, darker than the previous in their dull capacities. Large posters with the reason of celebration written in cursive, the gold name struck on top with plenty of glitters. It was to celebrate the beginnings of a new bond. Of something that was yet to unfold itself in strengths unknown.
Lined next to the rows of the pure white flower beds was a table, lit up with thin fairy lights and an array of desserts. Covered in a dark caramel the tower of profiteroles surrounded the two ends, in the middle anything from cake pops to tarts found. In the very centre, the pastel fresh cream cake had just been slice through and the pink candy that flooded out ; it was an explanation that the couple was going to have a daughter. The Saqib's an industrialist couple were welcoming their first child into the world that was filled with dangers.
Gauze and chiffon ran plenty in the lit up garden where a long list of tables in a circular arrangement had been placed, the guests walking around the couple, filling them up with compliments. The snarky remarks about the gaudiness — of course, were kept under folds and would later be opened on their dinner tables. Pinks and blues amongst an array of vast neutrals kept the place from suffocating, in the otherwise raunchy use of bold glitters and sparkles. Money had thrown up in the place — most of it would go to a remorseful waste. It's life only to appease.
It was not her they were celebrating but it seemed that it was. All eyes remained, steadfast, on her bony shoulders that peaked from her crystalline dress. Swarovski in nature the crystals on the Prabal Gurung celeste dress squinted like a million stars on Earth under the inanimate lighting. It's pale blue struck against her cool tone skin like stars do to the midnight sky. Feeling along the strapless top, her nimble fingers running down the length she looked like royalty. A mirage of their dreams. The truth of his life. With her face angled to a grim and stony look, the captivating honey of her eyes solid like gold, gazed at the sleazy gazes. Claret red in nature, her lips were like a siren's.
There was no need of a cupid's bow when she breathed. Just a whiff of her perfume and their hearts drank her up like bottomless champagne. Served in a bed of ice. Pale blue ruffles followed behind her a close second to the staring gazes of the men and women. At her sheer audacity to show up in a dress that displayed her fluorescent skin with such might. Her hair were left open in a straightened gelled back look, the multi shaped fringe necklace, with diamonds resting delicately above her cleavage. Snowfall earrings and a platinum ear cuff completed the look. Barekhna looked a like a million bucks and the testament to the untapped wealth was the large rock on her left ring finger.
