The Royal Wedding

Chapter 14

“Hello, Stefan,” she managed to speak.

He have changed a bit, may be because he grew up more mature and responsible. He was wearing black trousers along with white checks shirt. He stood before her shoving his hands into pocket. Suddenly there were lightening in the sky indicating the rain will pour down anytime.

“I…I think it’s going to rain. Why don’t you come inside,” Sam walked inside home and Suri went to him clutching his hand.

“Suri, go shower,” Sam commanded her.

“No mama, I will stay with Stefan,” he said while sitting on his lap.

She went to her and picked her,” if you excuse me,” she entered the room holding Suri, who is insisting to stay there.

When Sam went inside, he sat there looking around the room. It’s quite a house, filled with fresh flowers, dolls scattered here and there. There were series of photos on the firewall. He stood and strolled there still unbelievable to think he came here to meet her.

Only two days back Elena told him how she saw Sam in the shopping mall but couldn’t talk to her. On further searching he came to know that she is having a house in France. And now he is here, in her house. He doesn’t even know what to talk to her. She didn’t change a bit; she is same when he saw her the last time.

He looked at the photos of Sam along with Suri. They both look adorable. He didn’t knew she have a daughter until he came to her house.  

“So, what brought you here?” he was interrupted by Sam, who entered the kitchen.

“Well, I was just passing by,” he said casually leaning on the door.

“Oh, so how are all?” she switched the coffeemaker.

“Yeah, fine. How’s your work. Heard you are working in Italy?” he raised an eyebrow at her.

“Stefan, you are not following me, right,” she chuckled.

“No, I am not,” he said rather coldly.

She might have sensed the tension in the air. She smiled and handed him coffee. He took it and sipped it still staring at her.

“How’s your Mom?” she changed the topic.

“Fine,”

“Hope she is not angry with me,”

“No, she is not,”

“Oh, that’s better,” he handed her the mug.

They stood there in silence.

“Why did you left me?” he suddenly came to the point.

“Stefan, it’s been 5 years. Now it’s no use to talk,” she held her mug to her mouth.

“5 years without any explanation?” he coldly replied her.

“Maybe it’s time we forget it,” she said softly hoping he will relax a bit.

She knew why he is here. He wants to know the truth, the answer. But what’s the point on saying this now after 5 years. He is now standing there, holding his anger.

“Forget? What I have to forget? Forget how you ran away twice without any explanation? Forget how you ditched me,” he yelled in undertone.

“I didn’t ditch you,” she raised her voice.

“Yeah, it explains a lot. You didn’t wait for me. You didn’t trust me.”

“I trust you. What I don’t trust am me. I ran away cowardly. I agree,” she turned away to the window. She heard him exhale.