Deprived Love

Chapter 23

Third person's pov

Bella leads Chris through a narrow, winding path lined with tall, leafy trees. As they walk, the sound of birds chirping grows louder, and the scent of blooming flowers fills the air. They step through a stone archway draped with ivy, and suddenly, the path opens into a breathtaking garden.

The garden was a riot of colour, with vibrant flowers in full bloom, their petals catching the sunlight and creating a dazzling display. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the trees, carrying the sweet scent of jasmine and roses. There’s a small, crystal-clear pond at the centre, surrounded by lush greenery, with delicate lilies floating on the surface. A stone bench sits nearby, partially shaded by a weeping willow, its branches gently swaying over the water.

Bella stopped for a moment, turning to watch Chris's reaction. His eyes widen in awe, taking in the serene beauty of the place. She smiles softly, knowing this hidden paradise is unlike anything he’s ever seen before. They walk further into the garden, hand in hand, the tranquillity of the surroundings wrapping them in a peaceful embrace. As they sit on the bench, the world outside seems to fade away, leaving just the two of them in this perfect moment.

“Bella, it's breathtaking. I fucking love it!” Chris said, gaping at the beauty in front of him.

Bella's heart skipped a beat looking at Chris's reaction. She knew that Chris would be surprised but his reaction came out more interesting.

“I know.” Bella said smiling.

Chris smiled. His heart bubbled with happiness. Everything seemed normal, as he can actually live a normal life once in a while. He stared at the girl sitting beside him who was staring at the beautiful flowers blooming in the garden.

It felt magical to him, the last time he remembered he was this happy was maybe back then, when he was a child. That too was with Bella. If he could think of what was missing throughout all his miserable years, it must be Bella.

Time spent with Bella can never be miserable for him.

She was a firefly to his darkness...

He had enough money when he became the leader, he had loyal workers beside him who could die for him. He received brotherly love from Liam. He indeed felt happy when they used to drink till they passed out. But this… this feeling seemed magical, indescribable, something Chris could die for.

Every moment spent with Bella gave him happiness. When he thought this was the most beautiful feeling Bella comes with something new that made Chris believe that it was limitless happiness with Bella.

Bella seemed to be a single blessing gifted by the angels in between millions of curses, cursed by the devils…She seemed like the last drop of water in between the dessert…. She seemed like the last breath of oxygen in between the breathless oceans… she seemed like the one ray of sunlight in between the darkness surrounded in the depth of the oceans.

Many more such examples… many more interpretations that Chris could think of.

Bella was the muse to his art, she was the common topic of his every poem, she was the theme of every architecture he makes. In other words whatever Chris does Bella will be there, maybe as a purpose, maybe as a conclusion, maybe as an inspiration but she will be constant.

“Chris, I think it will be raining.” Bella mused.

Chris raised his head up to glance at the sky.

The sky darkened slowly, as if a giant hand had drawn a curtain across the sun. Clouds, once wispy and white, now gather into a thick, heavy mass, their edges tinged with an ominous shade of grey. The air grows still and thick, charged with anticipation, as if the world itself is holding its breath.