Te Amo... I Love You

Te Amo... I Love You

ROHIT SHARMA

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First Edition : November 2012 9th Impression : August 2015

Te Amo... I Love You ISBN (10) : 9350880121 ISBN (13) : 9789350880128

This novel is entirely a work of fiction. Names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. Distributed in India by VAIBHAV BOOK SERVICE

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P raise for f or ‘T ‘ Te Amo… I Love Lo ve You’ You’ “A Romantic Thriller at its best.” - The Hindu “One of the Best Young Young Adult Fictions.” Ficti ons.”- Times of India “Te Amo... I LOVE YOU is a Rollercoaster Ride.” - Hindustan Times “Love story of Aryan and Isabella reminds us of Romeo & Juliet.” - Mahakhabar “Te Amo... I LOVE YOU proves that the sweetest smiles hide the deepest secrets. The prettiest eyes have shed the most tears. And, the kindest hearts have felt the maximum pain.” - Dainik Jagran “A beautiful love story with an important message.”  - Nayi Duniya “Well written, well-crafted and interesting love story... Full of emotions. Well done.” - Dr. Dr. Mrunalinni Patil [Jury member censor board (1993-2011), owner of Suryaafilms Kreation] “Thoroughly researched and remarkably racy... Vivid descriptions make you visualize the book like a movie. Characters of Isabella & Aryan stay with you, even after you are done with the book. A must read!” - Hu Huss ssain ain Kuwaje Kuwajerwala rwala [Actor / Dancer / Host]

Dedicated

to every woman, who has sacrificed herself selflessly, to every man, who has loved and supported his woman in good and bad times, and to anyone, who has ever fallen in true love.

PART 1 LONDON 1. One Rainy Day

It was 9 o'clock in the morning, and the alarm clock started ringing insistently. “Damn this alarm!” exclaimed Aryan, with a hint of exasperation. He somehow managed to stretch his lazy hand out of his quilt to reach the clock, and then banged it very hard as if stopping it for eternity. His head was still aching, and he had not yet recovered from last night's hangover. It was  pouring heavily outside, and the weather made him sleepier. Therefore, he ducked himself back under  his fluffy quilt and tried to reclaim his sleep. “Oh, God!” he cried, all of a sudden, “another bleak Monday morning!” He quickly got off his bed, pulled aside the curtains, and then peeked out of the window of his apartment. It had not rained for years, as it was raining that day in London. He had to rush to his Vivaz   Dance Academy. Besides being the owner of one of the most admired dance academies in England, he was also its expert instructor, teaching the various dance forms. Dancing was his passion, and he had singlehandedly made Vivaz  the best dance academy in London. Aryan knew he would not be able to make it to Vivaz  on time, especially in such heavy rain and the expected heavy traffic on the now sodden London roads. Therefore, he decided to inform Kaka –  the fifty-five year old caretaker of Vivaz , and more like a father to Aryan. They had been together for  so long, that in tough times Kaka could always empathize with what Aryan was going through. Kaka as not only the academy's caretaker, but Aryan's personal secretary as well, and Aryan trusted him completely. “Hello, Kaka. How are you doing?” asked Aryan over the phone, as he yawned and rubbed his sleepy eyes. “Hey, Aryan, I'm good. Thanks,” replied Kaka. “But, where are you? Students are waiting for  you.” Kaka sounded concerned. “Yeah, must be,” replied Aryan, realizing he was already late. “That's why I've called you to inform that I'll be late today. I just awoke… had a big party last night. Plus, it's raining too heavily, and I don't think I'll be able to reach the academy before eleven.” “Hmm,” said Kaka. “In that case, shall I ask the students to take a day off today? Let them enjoy this weather,” he suggested.

“No, no! Be practical,” snapped Aryan, getting frustrated. “Just tell them to practice the steps I taught them last week, and I'll try to make it as soon as possible. After all, I can't afford to skip my daily fee of sixty-five students. Right?” “You better not. Or else you will deduct that from my salary,” Kaka laughed. “Bingo! So, just tell them to practice. I'll be there as soon as possible. Bye,” replied Aryan, hanging up the phone. Throwing his mobile phone carelessly on the bed, Aryan rushed to take a quick shower. In hardly fifteen minutes, he was ready and all set to hit the wet roads of London in his newly purchased  black Audi A4 convertible. The sky was overcast, completely grey, and the rain was pouring down heavily, accompanied  by gusty winds. “Someone has truly said - London's weather and London's girls can never be relied upon,” he murmured frustratingly, weaving his way through the drenched streets. As expected, the traffic was very slow and there were long queues at the traffic lights. “It's far better in India. At least we can jump these bloody traffic lights over there!” Aryan was getting really impatient and frustrated. He had to rush, and the traffic jams were only impeding his haste. “What a bad start to this week! Got up late, now heavy rain and this damn traffic! I just hope I don't miss the batch today,” he muttered, folding the sleeves of his red-striped shirt. He then switched on the music player and played his usual rock band. He never really liked the soft romantic songs, because he always felt that love is actually a waste of time and effort. He was a  pragmatist and a carefree man, used to living on his own terms. He was tall, young and handsome, in his late twenties, and like most men of his age, he was ambitious, wanted to have chains of Vivaz orldwide. As for love, well, he had never believed in that. He believed that love, if it exists, is only for  those stupid people who waste their lives by making promises of living and dying together. In his childhood, he had seen his parents fight with each other. Then one day, when he was just sixteen, his father left his mother and married another woman, after leaving home. His mother went into a deep depression, and eventually died, and that whole incident made him very negative about love and relationships. But, he hardly knew that on the next green signal his destiny, his thoughts, his life was about to change. The signal turned green and Aryan took a right turn, which eventually became the most significant turn of his life. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a gorgeous woman, somewhere in her mid-twenties. Fairly tall, young and vibrant! She was holding an umbrella and fighting with the rain and strong winds, which were pushing her umbrella in the opposite direction. She was asking for a lift.

Aryan just could not take his eyes off her, and a single glance was enough to tell him that she as someone special. “Wow! What a beauty she is… an Angel,” he murmured, stopping his car a few metres away to have a better look at her. The wipers of his car moved over the wet windshield, as he gazed through it and noticed how she was trying to ask for a lift but no one was helping her out. “People are so selfish here,” he smiled. “If she had asked for a lift in India, people would have fought with each other to give her a lift.” Dressed in red knee-length attire, she radiated a beauty that pushed Aryan's desires to the limit. Her dark brown hair curled across her svelte shoulders, and her eyes were mesmerising. The texture of her fair skin was soft and flawless, and her half-drenched body was perfectly shaped. For one moment, Aryan just forgot everything else in the world and kept gazing at her. A twinkling bracelet on her left wrist appeared like a shining star on a princess. Aryan took a deep sigh of admiration, and then drove his car next to her. Stopping right in front of her, he rolled down the window, and shouted, “May I help you?” She quickly rushed towards his car. “My car broke down… lift, London University, can you  please?” she asked in broken English, looking at him expectantly. God! She is so beautiful , Aryan thought as he kept gawking at her. He did not respond to her 

and kept gazing into her beautiful, hazel eyes. He could see her soft, pink lips moving, and saying something, but he could not hear the words. He was lost in his thoughts, lost in his dreamland. He did not know what kind of feeling that was, something he had never felt before. She waved her hand in front of his eyes, and asked again, this time in a louder tone. “Hello, I'm talking to you! Lift, London University, PLEASE!” “Oh yes, please come on in.” Aryan quickly opened the door, realizing that it was all real, not a sweet dream. A cheerful smile spread over her beautiful face. “Gracias, mi amigo,” she said, folding her  soggy umbrella and sitting down next to him, placing her umbrella neatly on the foot-well. She then spoke a few more words in a language unknown to Aryan while rubbing her wet arms. She was drenched, and feeling cold. “Sorry. You said something?” asked Aryan, switching on the heater of the car. “Sorry... Giving you trouble. My car broke down. I want to go to London University,” she replied, wiping rainwater from her forehead and then rubbing her hands together. “No problem. I'll drop you off at the University,” Aryan smiled. Why wouldn't I? He thought, as the smile grew bigger on his face. “Gracias,” she replied sweetly, and smiled. “Gracias?! What's that?” asked Aryan, glancing at her. He seemed confused at the language she as using. “'Thank you.' It's Spanish,” she answered, maintaining the beautiful smile.

“Okay. Gracias means 'thank you' in Spanish?” Aryan asked to confirm. She nodded, and smiled again. “Great! I'm learning Spanish,” Aryan happily said, and continued to drive on the traffic-laden roads. However, neither the traffic nor the rainy weather was bothering him anymore. He lowered the loud rock music playing in the car to hear her pleasing voice clearly. He then offered her some facial tissues so that she could wipe off the rainwater. “Gracias,” she said again in her honey-dipped voice, taking some tissues out of the box. Aryan smiled, and then returned his gaze towards the road ahead.  Lucky you, Aryan, he thought, wondering how on earth, he had been lucky enough to find her. Though he was driving, he as not missing any opportunity to glance at her. He just wanted to see her again, and again, and he did not know, why? If he had not been driving, he would have just looked at her for hours. It was not that he had not seen beautiful women anywhere before, but he could not tell what extra charm, a magnetism she had, which was attracting him towards her. Her innocently beautiful face, charismatic smile, enticing eyes, soft tempting, pink lips, and shiny dark brown hair cascading over her  shoulders… everything about her was taking his heart away.  A gorgeous girl is sitting next to you, half-drenched, and you are simply driving your damn car. Talk to her, you dumb-head! Aryan scolded himself in his thoughts, as a few moments passed by

ithout any conversation. “You study there?” Aryan asked her, initiating some conversation. “Sí,” she replied with a nod, to mean 'yes'. “Sorry, gave you trouble. My car…” “Trust me. It's not a problem,” Aryan interrupted, and smiled. “Gracias,” she smiled again. Aryan was falling in love with her smile, a smile so pure that he marveled if anything better  could ever exist. He glanced at her as she adjusted the dipping neckline of her soaked dress. Quite obviously, he was not able to concentrate on his driving. “You… you not from England?” he tried to get his concentration back. “England?! No, I'm from Spain,” she responded, pointing outside as if Spain was visible from there. “Spain! Wow, beautiful country!” cried Aryan, excitedly.  Ah, what a stupid question! I should  have guessed that , he then thought, slightly shaking his head. “Yeah, Spain is indeed very beautiful,” she agreed. “And you?” she asked, looking at him and tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I'm from India,” answered Aryan. “India?! Land of Gods?!” she exclaimed, excitedly.

“Bingo! Land of three-thirty million gods,” he agreed. “But now I'm settled in London for the  past four years.” “I just love India - Indian culture, the Taj Mahal, Bollywood movies! I want to visit India… I ish there was a direct road connecting Spain and India,” she expressed joyfully. Aryan glanced at her, and smiled.  I don't know about the road connecting Spain and India, but I guess, there is definitely a direct road connecting your heart and mine , he thought, the smile lingered on his face. “What? You said something?” she quizzed, as if she heard his thoughts. Aryan shook his head, smiled again, and then returned his gaze towards the road ahead. “May I change songs, if you don't mind?” she asked very politely, after a few moments. Her  hand unconsciously moved towards the music player, stopping in mid-air as she asked permission. “Of course you can. What kind of songs do you like?” Aryan keenly asked. “I love romantic songs,” she smiled. “Today's weather is also so good, so romántico.” “Romántico? Spanish?” quizzed Aryan. She nodded and smiled again, and then stretched her back against the seat to relax herself. “I too… love romantic songs,” said Aryan, hesitantly, while changing the songs.  Do I? He questioned himself in his thoughts. Cut the crap, these songs are not as bad as I always thought! Aryan felt a nice little change within himself, all of a sudden. The weather he was cursing just a few moments earlier suddenly became beautiful to him. He was also not thinking about getting late to his academy. It was the beginning of a story for Aryan. Romantic weather, romantic songs, and the most beautiful girl seated next to him. What more could he ask for? Meanwhile, their conversation continued. “What do you do?” she asked him, running a hand through her hair, trying to untangle the wet strands. “Me? Well, I've my own dance academy, Vivaz ,” answered Aryan. “Dance academy?! Wow!” she cried, excitedly. Aryan smiled. “You should visit my academy.” “I would love to, one day,” she replied, curling a strand of her hair around her fingers, and then swiveled her gaze outside the window, at the rain. “Me encanta la lluvia,” she sighed. “What? Sorry... Said something to me?” asked Aryan, wondering about the Spanish words. “Lluvia,” she repeated, looking at Aryan. “What do you call it?” she asked, pointing outside the indow. Aryan glanced outside. “Rain?”

“¿Cómo?” she asked again, unable to understand the word. “Rain!” Aryan repeated the word, loudly and clearly. “Rain, ok. I said, I like rain… lluvia,” she smiled. “Have you ever danced in the rain?” She looked at him, and he could see an excitement twinkling in her eyes. “No, never tried that,” replied Aryan. “You must do that,” she suggested, an eager smile on her face. The two were talking as if they had known each other for a long time. Maybe there was some chemistry building between them. They talked endlessly, as the time flew by and all too soon, they ere at the gates of the London University. “Here we are,” said Aryan, curiously upset about reaching it. He felt a strange uneasiness; an uneasiness caused by a feeling that he might not see her again, might not able to talk to her again. “Gracias. ¡Hasta luego, mi amigo,” she smiled. She meant, “Thank you. See you, my friend.” Aryan faked a smile. He did not want her to go. It was still raining heavily. She took off her pencil-heel sandals, got out of the car and then ran towards the main gate of the University, grabbing her umbrella. Aryan kept looking at her, willing her  to turn his way. As she was about to enter the University building, she turned around and looked at Aryan. She smiled beautifully, and then waved goodbye to him. A huge grin instantly lit up Aryan's face, and a lightning of happiness coursed through his heart. He happily waved at her, and kept looking at her until she disappeared. Suddenly he realised that amid all the conversation he had forgotten to ask her name! “Oh gosh... What a big idiot I am!” he cried, furiously disappointed. “I should have asked her  name at least. Oh, Aryan, how can you be so…?” Aryan was livid with himself. He banged his hand on the steering wheel in extreme frustration. He then turned his car around and drove back towards his academy. On his way back, he just kept thinking of her. Her excruciatingly beautiful face remained in front of his eyes. He finally reached his academy three hours later than the usual time. He sat on the chair outside his practice hall, looking completely lost. Kaka saw him sitting all alone, and immediately sensed something was wrong. He walked up to him, and asked, “Are you ok?” Aryan did not reply. Kaka rested his hand on Aryan's shoulder, and asked the question again. “I'm fine, Kaka,” sighed Aryan, running his hands through his hair. “Just ask the students to  practice. No new steps for today.”

 Now Kaka knew something was seriously wrong with Aryan. Aryan arose, and went to the washroom. He stood in front of the mirror, and then started talking to his reflection, his inner self. Aryan: “What has happened to me? What is this feeling? I've never felt like this before.” Inner Voice: “It is the attraction you have for her.” Aryan: “Attraction?! Be practical! If it is just a mere attraction, then why I'm so upset that I might not be able to see her again? Why I'm not thinking about myself, my academy, my life? Why I'm only thinking about those beautiful eyes? Why did I suddenly start to love this weather, and all those stupid songs I hated the most? Inner Voice: “If all this is true, then you are falling in love, Aryan.” Aryan got the hint, an answer, from himself. He was definitely falling in love. It was indeed love at first sight for him. That Spanish young woman was all over his mind and heart. He quickly ent up to Kaka, and excitedly said, “Kaka, I won't be taking my batch tomorrow. Please inform all the students.” “But why?! Are you not feeling well?” Kaka asked, amazed and concerned. Aryan smiled. “I'm good. In fact I'm very well,” he answered, as Kaka listened to him. “You know, Kaka, I always ran away from love, always considered it as one of the most selfish relationships, but today I met someone who has changed my thinking forever. I don't know who she is. I don't know what her name is. I don't even know if she is married or engaged. All I know is that she has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, and I… I want to see her again… meet her again.” The excitement and eagerness was visible on Aryan's face, and Kaka noticed that. “Great news, Aryan. I'm so happy for you,” replied Kaka, thrilled. “So, what are your plans for  tomorrow then? Shall we postpone tomorrow's class to some other day, so we do not lose our fees?” Aryan smiled again. “She studies in London University, so I'll locate her. And don't worry about the fees; let the students enjoy a day off… and I'm not going to deduct it from your salary either.” Kaka's eyes grew larger in a surprise. He could see a sudden, drastic change in Aryan.  Love changes everyone… for good , he thought, as he kept looking at Aryan who was blushing. *** Aryan was definitely a changed man after meeting the Spanish young woman. In the evening, he as driving back home and listening to romantic songs, when, suddenly, his gaze fell over a shiny  piece of metal, just under the passenger seat. “What's that?” He stretched his arm and picked up the  piece of metal. It was a white-gold, diamond-embedded bracelet, with the letter 'I' engraved on it. “It's hers,” he grinned excitedly, recalling that it belonged to the Spanish young woman. He had

seen it on her wrist when she was with him. “Wow… this is unreal! Looks like God also want me to meet her again.” He kissed the bracelet and kept looking at it, thinking of possible names that started with the letter 'I'. Reaching home, he parked his car and went straight to his bedroom. He placed the bracelet on the bedside table, and then opened the drawers in search of his personal diary. Aryan always loved to record the important incidents of his life in his diary, and he definitely anted to record his first meeting with the Spanish young woman. “Where have I kept my diary?” he murmured a few minutes later, as he stood, hands on his hips, after an unsuccessful search. He then opened his closet and hurriedly searched it, finally finding his diary buried deep under the pile of clothes. After grabbing his pen and diary, he sat down on his  bed and recalled the entire day. His black eyes glistened, as he refreshed the moments spent with his irst love. He decided to try out a poem, and started with a title – 'After We Met – the First Time.' After finishing the poem, he snuggled in his bed, holding the bracelet in his hand. “I'll definitely go and meet her tomorrow,” he smiled. Her divinely gorgeous face, lovely smile, hazel eyes and pink  lips kept replaying a million times in his thoughts. But all of a sudden, a question flashed in his mind - What if she is married or engaged to  someone?

He became tense. Extremely tense!  Let me leave everything to God. He is the one who made me meet her, and he is the one who will decide my fate, he thought, as he tried to sleep. However, the uneasiness within him did not let

him sleep. Therefore, he decided to talk to his best friend, Vivek, who lived in Toronto, Canada. “Hey, Vivek. Good time to talk?” spoke Aryan, over the phone. “Hello, brother. Of course, yes. How are you?” asked Vivek. “I'm fine, bro,” replied Aryan. “Need to share something very important with you.” “Sure, Aryan. Tell me. What's the matter?” asked Vivek. “I'm in love, Vivek... with a girl whom I don't know,” replied Aryan. “I neither know her name, nor whether she is single or engaged. All I know is she studies in London University. But my heart says... she is the one for me.” “Well, Well, Well, finally my friend is in love,” cried Vivek, excitedly. “See, if your feelings are true then go get her. Meet her, and all your questions will be answered.” “Are you sure? I mean…” asked Aryan, dubious. “Aryan… in your own words - 'Trust me.' GO GET HER,” replied Vivek. “Thanks, bro. You're the best. I'll definitely do anything it takes to find her,” replied Aryan,

feeling confident. “Anything for you, brother,” said Vivek, “and, congratulations for the new life, a new  beginning.” They both ended the call and Aryan again lay down in his bed. He was relaxed after talking to Vivek. He placed the bracelet back on the bedside table, switched off the lights and tried to sleep. However, the thoughts of the Spanish woman engulfed his mind. He was happy. He was relaxed. He as falling in love… rather quickly. The rain had stopped, but the strong wind was still blowing in through the partially opened window of his apartment. The cool breeze made the pages of his diary flutter. One of the most beautiful days of Aryan's life was over, as he slept, probably with the dreams of his newly found love. The page Aryan wrote that day: “Today, I met the girl of my dreams. The moments spent with her are so special. I wish, I  could forever tell her how beautiful she is! And I hope one day, I'll be able to tell her… that I'm alling in love... with her. My first ever poem... for her:  After We Met – the First Time

The first meeting between you and me, as kindled a sweet sensation deep within…  y life has changed in one single moment  'm no more the guy I used to be...

You are the one, whom I always longed for, Waited for you, never met a girl like you before… ow I've found you, my love, my destiny  Found the happiness, which was missing in me…

ver since I've met you, my mind is not in my control   can't stop myself either; my heart is on a roll…  Feelings deep within, emotions, testing times ll of them say, Sweetheart, I want to make you mine…

 sense, this feeling is love, this feeling is new

You have made me fall in love; this is all because of you…  Life is suddenly so beautiful, love keeps me surround   see you everywhere, I see you all around…

The first meeting between you and me, as aroused never felt emotions deep within…  y destiny has changed in one single moment  'm no more the guy I used to be.  For my Señorita With Love: Aryan”

2. A Long Wait... to See Her Again

The next morning, Aryan woke up early, long before the scheduled alarm. His eagerness, to meet the Spanish young woman, turned into a sleepless night. “What a beautiful morning it is,” he murmured, lying in bed and stretching his arms. The weather was indeed very good, which often is, just after the rain. Some dark clouds covered the early morning sky, and a calm yet cool breeze was flowing through the London streets. Aryan looked at the bracelet, carefully draped over the bedside table. A smile touched his lips. He stretched himself to pick it up, and studied it, tenderly savouring its delicacy in his hand. “Whatever  your name is, I'll definitely meet you today,” he smiled. He then arose, made a cup of coffee, and stood by the window of his apartment on the fourteenth floor. He could see the entire London skyline: the giant London Eye, the beautiful Tower  Bridge, and the serene river Thames. The bracelet was in his hand and love was twinkling in his eyes. Quickly finishing his coffee, he took a shower and within minutes, he was ready to hit the road. He knew his destination – the London University. He switched on the music player in his car. His favourite band  Metallica was  playing. “Let's hear some romantic songs,” he murmured. He could feel a blush immediately spreading over his face, as he changed the songs. His search stopped at a poignant song 'Right here waiting for  ou… by Richard Max.' 

“Beautiful song,” he murmured, as the song played. “I was so stupid that I never listened to these songs,” he scolded himself, while driving past the streets. “Anyway, even if I had heard them, I ouldn't have recognised the beauty of these words, earlier.” Soon, he was outside the London University. “Where's the parking, mate?” he asked the

gateman at the university gate. “Go straight from here, sir, and take a left. You will see the signs,” the gateman replied, showing Aryan the directions. “Gracias,” Aryan smiled. “Woohoooooo! I'm speaking Spanish!” he screamed excitedly, driving his car further towards the parking. Parking his car, he quickly walked the short distance to the reception area. An elderly British oman was seated there. “Hello, ma'am. I'm in search of a young woman, from Spain, who studies here,” Aryan began,  politely. The receptionist looked at Aryan, and smiled. “I'm afraid, there are many Spanish women here, my friend,” she replied. “I'm sorry, but you'll have to at least tell me the name of the person you are looking for.” “I'm sorry, I don't know her name,” replied Aryan disappointingly, cursing himself deep within. “At what time does this University close? I mean, the time when all the students leave for home?” “Quarter past four, my friend.” Aryan immediately glanced at his watch. It was only nine-thirty in the morning. “Gosh! That's almost seven hours from now,” he sighed. “Anyway, thanks a lot for the information.” “You're welcome.” Aryan slowly returned to the parking area and sat in his car. An uncertainty of what to do next argued in his mind. However, he was sure of one thing; he had to meet the Spanish woman. “There is no point in returning home and coming here again in the evening. There is a  possibility that she might come out of the University any time before four-fifteen,” he mumbled as he stepped out of the car, locked it and walked tentatively towards the main gate. He exchanged smiles with the gateman, and then looked around, to find a place to sit. He noticed a wooden bench, a few metres away from the gate. Sauntering to it, he sat down, his eyes eagerly studying the people, coming and going out of the main gate. The overcast sky completely hid the sun, and it was slowly getting cold. “This is unreal. Impractical! What has happened to me?” he questioned himself, rubbing his hands together to warm himself in the chilling air. “I'm here… going to wait for seven hours, just to see her once again. This is incredible... Amazing... Idiotic too!” He smiled, yet shook his head in disbelief, wondering what he was doing.  I guess this is what people call love, he thought, while concentrating on the people moving in and out of the main gate of the university. This is such a good feeling. I don't know who she is, or, i  she will ever love me or not. But, I'm falling for her, in just one meeting. Is love at first sight for  real? No, no, this is so unreal. Will she love me? Maybe love is unconditional. God… I'm crazy…

'm in love.

All these thoughts swirled in his mind as the minutes began to drag by. Every time he glanced at his wristwatch, he felt it was ticking slower and slower, with each passing second. Initially, he  passed those first few hours listening to songs and playing games on his mobile phone, until its battery ran out. Then he passed the next few hours, daydreaming about his future life with her. A brief smile occasionally flitted across his face as he imagined himself marrying her, and marveled how gorgeous she would look as an Indian bride. He could just see himself alone with her, enjoying their  honeymoon at the mesmerising  Lanikai Beach  in Hawaii, walking barefoot, hand in hand, often hugging and cuddling playfully. He dreamt of them kissing passionately, intensely, yet lovingly. Imagining the feel of her soft lips kissing him in his dreams rippled an excitement through him. He blushed, and fervently prayed that his dream would turn into a beautiful reality, someday. The gateman often looked at Aryan and wondered why he was blushing and smiling all alone! He never  guessed that Aryan was imagining his perfect life along with the woman he now loved. Thus the hours ticked by, while Aryan waited for her, not daring to budge, even an inch, from the gate. His body began to tire and hunger pangs assaulted him. But who cares when you are in love! Finally, it was 4 p.m., and Aryan saw students starting to come out in groups. He immediately arose and went closer to the gate, to spot her face easily. He focused on each girl, every woman. He could hardly wait to see the Spanish maiden he was looking for. Suddenly, Aryan felt his heart stop! “There she is!” he exclaimed, as he saw her coming out o the main gate. His eyes lit up. “Holy God… She is breathtaking!”  Nervous butterflies began to flutter in his stomach, as he raised his arm to catch her attention. It orked! She immediately recognised him. A bright smile spread on her beautiful face, as she left her  group of friends and approached him. Aryan's heart pumped with joy and excitement. Suddenly, everything around him ceased to exist. Time slowed down. People around her seemed to freeze. He could only see her, walking towards him. She was wearing a lovely black dress. Her hair flew loosely, in the breeze. She looked stunning. “Hola, mi amigo! ¿Cómo está usted?” she greeted Aryan. She looked happy, yet surprised, on seeing him. “What?” asked Aryan, and smiled to show that he did not understand what she just said. “Soy estupida!” she smiled, slapping her forehead, realizing that she had just spoken in Spanish to him. “How are you, my 'car friend'?” “I'm good, very good,” replied Aryan. “How are you?” “Soy bueno. I'm good, too,” she replied, maintaining her smile. “What brings you here?” “Ma'am, this sir has been waiting here since morning,” the gateman interrupted, informing her. “WHAT?!” She instantly looked at Aryan, agape. “I had to return your bracelet,” replied Aryan. “I didn't have your number… didn't know your 

name...” “Isabella,” she said. “Mi nombre. My… my name,” she added, struggling momentarily to remember the correct English words “Isabella… Beautiful name,” complimented Aryan. “I'm Aryan Sehgal,” he said, extending his hand for a handshake. “Gracias,” Isabella smiled. “Pleased to meet you, Aryan,” she expressed, shaking hands with him. Holding her soft hand in his sent a shiver through Aryan. He did not want to leave her hand, but had to, reluctantly. “Now I know why 'I' is engraved on your bracelet,” he said, taking the bracelet out of his pocket and giving it to her. “Aww... Muchas gracias, mi amigo. This bracelet is so important to me,” Isabella expressed, eagerly taking the bracelet. “I was so upset when I didn't find it yesterday.” “You're welcome, Isabella,” replied Aryan. “I guess someone special gave it you?” he asked, hoping she would reveal, if her heart was committed elsewhere. Isabella nodded, and smiled. “Sí, my daddy gave this to me. I love him a lot!” As they spoke, Aryan focused on her ring finger, to see if there was any ring. To his relief, there as none. Thank God! There is no ring… a possibility that she is not engaged to anyone, he thought heaving an inward sigh of relief. “Gracias, Aryan. You are a nice man. This is such a costly thing, and you have returned it to me. I'm really grateful to you,” said Isabella, wearing her bracelet. The way Isabella looked at him and smiled, he immediately felt some connection building up. “Well, in India, we accept or say 'thank you' over a cup of coffee.” Aryan smiled, his tone gaining confidence. Though that is not a strict gesture in India, Aryan slyly hoped that maybe by saying this he would get another chance to meet her. Isabella smiled. “Sure, but not today. I've to attend a birthday party of one of my friends,” she replied, in a mildly disappointed tone. Aryan eagerly noted the slight disappointment on Isabella's face. Maybe she too wanted to be ith him, or, maybe it was just a wrong judgement on his part. “No problem. We can meet whenever  you're free,” he replied, glad that his attempt to meet her again, hit the bull's eye. Isabella nodded in acceptance, that beautiful smile still gracing her gorgeous face. Aryan's helpful nature, his honesty and sincerity, was attracting her towards him. She too wanted to meet him again, know him better, and befriend him. “How will I contact you? I mean, can I've your contact number, or an email id, anything would do... if you don't mind?” asked Aryan, hesitatingly. “Sure, you can have my email id,” Isabella replied. “After all, I would not like you to wait for 

so many hours for a cup of coffee,” she giggled sweetly, which left Aryan numb. He could stand there, forever gazing at her smile. “My phone is not working, and I'll be taking a new number,” Isabella said, tearing a page from her notebook and writing her email address on it. “You give me yours. I'll contact you.” Everything was going perfectly right for Aryan. He immediately blurted out his mobile number. “Wait, wait, wait... Not like this!” Isabella hastily interrupted him. “Write it down for me,  please,” she requested with a smile, giving him the notebook and the pen. “It will be easier for me to remember.” Aryan smiled, then wrote his phone number on Isabella's notebook, and took her email id from her. “Can I drop you off at your place?” he eagerly asked, while returning the notebook. Isabella smiled. “Gracias, my 'car friend'. My car is fine today, but thank you.” “No need to say thanks, Isabella. You are always welcome,” replied Aryan, and smiled. Isabella smiled again, and then glanced at her friends. “I'm sorry, but I've to leave now,” she said, looking at Aryan, apologetically. “My friends are waiting.” Her face looked as if she did not ant to leave. “No problem. You please carry on, and enjoy the evening,” replied Aryan, though he himsel anted to spend more time with her. “I'll wait for your call to plan our 'thank you' coffee,” he added, emphasizing the word 'thank you'. Isabella giggled. “You are cute. I'll definitely call you. You too have a good evening,” she said, and then slowly walked towards her friends. “Yep… take care,” Aryan called, as he stood there watching her leave. “I will. You too,” replied Isabella, waving her hand, bidding him goodbye. Bidding her goodbye too, Aryan watched as she and her friends reached the parking, talking and laughing, and finally getting in their respective cars. He strained to see Isabella in her car, as she ound her way through the parking and finally drove past him, waving a cheerful goodbye to him. Aryan, still waiting at the main gate, where she had left him, smiled and again waved at her. “Isabella,” he murmured, taking a relaxed breath, “your name is as beautiful as you are.” He then walked towards his car, crazily doing the ballroom dance steps, all alone. He was ecstatic. He was in love. His seven-hour long wait had paid off. He sat in his car and connected his mobile phone to the charger. He then immediately logged on to the internet through his phone, and sent an email to Isabella. He could not even wait to drive back home. “Hi Isabella, This is your car friend - Aryan. Thought to share my email id with you... Enjoy your friend's birthday party, and I'll wait for my 'Thank You' coffee.

 Aryan”

A smile touched his lips as he pressed the 'send' button on his phone. “This is unbelievable. Yesterday I met her, and today I feel that she is the one for me,” he smiled. “How could I be so avid? And, why the hell I'm blushing?!” Aryan drove back to his apartment, still thinking about the beautiful young woman who had knocked at his heart. He threw the car keys on the bed, walked to the window and pulled the curtains aside. The evening was slowly welcoming the arrival of the night, and a few stars managed to twinkle amid the grey clouds. He glanced at his phone to check if there was any email or call, but there was none. “I just hope she gives me a call,” he murmured, when his eyes travelled to the blank white canvas in his room. Apart from dancing and writing, Aryan also loved sketching. Walking over to the canvas, he took it closer to his apartment's window. A cool breeze was flowing in, making the curtains gently rise and fall. He started sharpening the pencils. The smile was not leaving his face, while thoughts o Isabella engulfed his heart and mind. He stood for a few seconds in front of the blank canvas, and imagined the moment when he first saw Isabella – drenched in rain, wet hair, and scintillating hazel eyes. Her image played in front of his eyes, as he started putting it on the canvas. Within a few hours of continuous effort, a lively sketch of Isabella's beautiful face was ready. Aryan smiled, gazing at the sketch he had just made. “Now you're always in front of my eyes, and I'll never let you go,” he said, adoringly looking at it. He placed the canvas stand right in front of his bed, so that he could see her sketch before sleeping, and the first thing in the morning, when he awakens. He then again checked his phone in an anticipation of a message or a call from any new number. Yet there was none. He smiled, and kept thinking about Isabella. “I'm in love,” he said.

3. When She Called

Two days passed by, and those two days seemed like two years for Aryan. In those long fortyeight hours, he did not miss a single phone call in eager anticipation. He constantly kept checking his emails as well, hoping for a reply from Isabella. However, until then, there was none. It was Thursday afternoon. Kaka was managing accounts, while Aryan was teaching a hip-hop dance step called 'Windmill,' to his students, famously known as Vivazians. “Sit down, and stretch your left leg in front and right leg angling behind,” he instructed his students. He then lifted his legs high in the air and twisted them in a windmill pattern, while his torso and head rested against the floor, as he showed them how to do it.

As soon as he completed the step, his phone rang. He had already changed the ringtone from Michael Michael Jackson's Jackson's 'I'm Bad!'  to   to Bryan Adam's 'I'll be there for you' , without realizing the significant little alterations love was making in his life, already. Hurriedly, he jumped up and snatched his phone, hich was flashing an incoming call from an unknown number. “Hello,” he said, anticipating Isabella's call. “Hola, mi mi am a migo Aryan, Aryan, this this is me… Isabella,” Isabell a,” a sweet, swee t, famili familiar ar voice v oice said. It was Isabella's call, and Aryan's long and desperate wait was finally over. “Hiiiiiiiiiiiii,” he cried elatedly, stretching the 'Hi' to infinity. A huge smile of relief spread over his face. “Hi, Aryan,” Aryan,” Isabella Isabell a smiled. “How “ How are ar e you, you, my 'car friend'?” “I'm good, very good!” Aryan wanted to say more but refrained, allowing Isabella to speak. “I'm so sorry, Aryan. I took so long to call you,” Isabella sweetly apologized. “No problem, Isabella. It's absolutely ok,” Aryan calmly replied, though he wanted to tell her  how desperately he had waited to hear her sweet voice. He excitedly fist-punched the air, intending to say, “Yes, she called. Yippee!,” but he remained calm and composed over the phone. “Did you wait for my call?” asked Isabella, expectantly. She, selfishly, wanted to hear a 'Yes' from him. Aryan nodded and smiled, but tried not to be explicit with his words. “Yep, I mean, I dropped an email, and I knew you would call, one day or the other,” he replied casually. He then took a deep sigh, and finally admitted, “Well… yeah, I was waiting for your call.” “Aww… I'm so sorry, Aryan. I kept you waiting.” Isabella asked for forgiveness, but Aryan's 'yes' delighted her. “It's absolutely ok, Isabella. Trust me,” replied Aryan. He glanced at his watch. The time was 1:30 p.m. “How's your class going? Is it a break or something?” he asked, wondering how she had managed to call in between her classes. “Sí, we have a break, and I thought to call you and fix our 'Thank you' coffee,” replied Isabella. Aryan's heart began thumping blissfully. He was talking to someone who was gradually  becoming  becoming the the one for him. him. Her sweet sw eet voice and a nd polite words word s were we re drawi dr awing ng him towards her… rath r ather  er  quickly! The dance music was disturbing him. Therefore, he walked out of his dance class and sat in the garden, so that he could talk to her peacefully. “Sorry, what did you just say?” he asked. “I was moving out of the practice hall.” “'THANK YOU' YOU' COFFEE!” Isabell Isabe llaa giggled. “Y “You ou forgot, amigo?” amigo?” “Oh yeah, the 'Thank you' Coffee... You owe me that,” Aryan smiled.  How can ca n I forget this? He though thought,t, and his smil smilee grew bigger. “When “When are you free free?” ?” “Ummm...” Isabella thought for a couple of seconds. “We can meet on Saturday, if it's off for 

you.” “Bingo! Saturday is perfect,” Aryan replied, excitedly. He would have agreed to any day and time, anyway. “What time and place?” he asked as he leaped up off the chair with joy while Kaka looked on in amazement. “Tim “Timee and place pl ace of o f your your choice,” responded re sponded Isabella. “Cool. We can meet at Starbucks at 11 a.m., near my academy,” suggested Aryan. He wanted to ask her if he could pick her up from her house so that they could go together, but he controlled himself, thinking he should not sound too eager. “Oh, I don't know where it is. I'm new to London.” Isabella's voice dropped an octave. “No problem,” Aryan said, confidently. “May I pick you from somewhere?” “Muy “Muy du dulce lce de ti,” Isabella Isabell a replied. repl ied. Isabella's reply in Spanish made Aryan nervous. “I didn't understand what you just said, I'm a little weak in Spanish,” he replied, thinking that she might have said a 'no' to him. Isabella giggled. “I said, it's so sweet of you, to ask to pick me up,” she replied. “How about i I go go to the the Unive Univers rsity ity... ... Would it it be too far for you to come there? there?”” “Oh, okay. The pleasure is completely mine, Señorita,” Aryan happily replied. “I'll reach the University before eleven.” Aryan was thrilled. He was wondering how perfectly his love story was heading – in the right direction. “Señorita… I loved it,” replied Isabella, gladly accepting her new name given by her 'car  friend' Aryan. “Gracias, mi amigo.” “You're most welcome, Señorita,” replied Aryan. “The only word I knew in Spanish was 'Señorita'. Now I know 'Gracias' too,” he replied, and they shared a moment of friendly laughter. “Let me teach you one more word – 'Amigo',” said Isabella. “'Amigo' means Friend… male friend,” she explained. “And, female female friend?” asked Aryan, Aryan, instan i nstantly tly.. Isabella giggled. “You're more interested in knowing the female version, aren't you?” “Of course!” “Okay, “Okay, female friend fri end is 'Amiga'.” 'Amiga'.” “Amiga - female friend, Amigo - male friend,” Aryan murmured, memorizing the Spanish ords. “You are my Amiga, and I'm your 'Car Amigo'. Correct?” he then asked, checking whether he had understood the new words correctly or not. “Perfecto!” replied Isabella, and both laughed again, as the chemistry between them subtly

grew. “Okiedokie, it's time for my class now. See you on Saturday,” Isabella said. “Hey, wait, Isabella,” called Aryan, stopping her from disconnecting the call. “Saturday, 11 a.m., I'll pick you up from the University, right?” he confirmed. “Bingo!” Isabella giggled. Aryan simply smiled. 'Bingo' was the word he often used. His colour of love was spreading onto Isabella. “Bye, my amiga,” he said. “You are learning fast,” responded Isabella. “I'll wait for Saturday, bye,” she added sweetly, and ended the call. “I'll definitely wait for Saturday too, my love,” Aryan murmured, walking back towards his class. “What's the matter, Son? You look so happy,” asked Kaka, as Aryan crossed him. Aryan stopped and turned to face Kaka, the smile still lingering on his face. “Yep, I told you about that girl, right?” he asked. Kaka nodded, listening li stening to to him. “Her name is Isabella. And I guess, I'm in love with her,” Aryan expressed, with a blush, hich he tried to hide, but could not. Kaka smiled, noticing Aryan's blushes. “This doesn't seem like a guess. Seems you are really in love, Son,” he said, lovingly tapping Aryan's cheek. “I'm in love, Kaka,” admitted Aryan. “Since the day I met her, I'm a changed man, a better man. On Saturday, we are meeting over a cup of coffee,” he added, excitedly. “That's great, Aryan. Does she also love you?” asked Kaka. “I'm not sure, Kaka,” shrugged Aryan. “There is something in her eyes that makes me feel that she is the one. But right now, I'm her friend... 'car friend' she calls me,” he smiled again. “Friendship is the first step towards love, Aryan. But don't push things. Go with the flow and you will find your destiny,” Kaka advised, resting his assuring hand over Aryan's shoulder. “Sure, Kaka, Ka ka, and thanks thanks for alw a lways ays being be ing there,” there,” said sai d Aryan, hugg hugging ing his his father father figure. figure. “Now go, and continue with your lessons. Your students are waiting for you,” replied Kaka, smiling and pointing towards the dance class.

4. ‘Than ‘ Thank k You’ Coffe Cof feee

It was 7 a.m. that Saturday morning when the alarm clock rang. Aryan woke up instantly, and checked the time. He knew it was an important day, and he did not want to be late.

“Finally the day has arrived, and what a lovely day it is,” he murmured, stretching his arms hile standing beside the window of his apartment, and allowing the gentle breeze to bathe him in its freshness. The sky was clear blue, without any dark clouds. The breeze was comfortably cool, and the twittering of the morning birds was easily audible. Aryan turned around and his gaze fell over  Isabella's sketch. A smile touched his lips. He sauntered towards the sketch, and kept gazing at it. “One day you will be standing right here, in front of me, near me, with me, and I'll tell you what you mean to my life. In fact, you have become my life,” he said, running his fingertips over the sketch. He then opened the drawer and took out a book, titled 'Learning Spanish' , which he had  purchased  purchased the the previous previ ous day. day. “Bonito Sonrisa… Sonris a… Beautifu Be autifull Smil Smile,” e,” he murm murmured, ured, memori memorizing zing the the Spanish Sp anish words wo rds.. Putting it back again, he quickly took a shower, and then checked his wardrobe to decide on hat to wear for the big occasion. It took him nearly two hours to finalize what to wear. He tried every combination to find that perfect look. But every time he checked out himself in the mirror, he felt dissatisfied. He wondered how many times in the past had he really cared about his looks. However, it was a special day. He was going to spend time with the love of his life. Finally, he decided that nothing would look better than a simple white t-shirt, with a pair of jeans. To add to this, he also wore his brownish-black blazer that gave him a gentleman's look. When he finally checked himsel himselff in the the mirror, mirro r, he could not help help admiring himself. himself. He was w as looking handsom handsome. e. “It's nine fifty-five. I think, I should call her before leaving,” he murmured, while scrolling through the contacts in his phone. He could not wait more to hear Isabella's sweet voice. He took a deep breath, and dialled Isabella's mobile number. Butterflies were fluttering in his stomach. He was excited, yet nervous too. An effervescent smile spread over Isabella's face on seeing her phone flashing an incoming call from Aryan. “Hola, mi amigo, Aryan,” she swiftly answered his call. “How are you?” “I'm fine, fine, Señori Se ñorita. ta. What about you?” you?” asked as ked Aryan. “Soy bueno… I'm good, gracias,” Isabella replied, clutching her phone in-between her ear and shoulder, and applying red nail-polish on her toenails. “I hope you still remember me, and our 'Thank you' coffee,” said Aryan, looking at Isabella's sketch. “Come on! How can I forget you, my 'car amigo'?” Isabella giggled. “Good you called. I'll be at the university by eleven.” She herself was eager to meet him. “Great! See you there then,” replied Aryan, excitedly. “Sure, hasta pronto. Oh, I mean… see you soon,” said Isabella sweetly, and both ended the call. Aryan checked his wrist-watch. It showed five past ten. “I guess, I should leave now,” he

murmured, grabbing the car keys. He checked himself in the mirror, one last time, and then headed towards the parking area of his apartment. Aryan reached the university at ten-forty, and parked his car near the entrance gate. He then looked in his rear-view mirror to check his hair. He had never been so nervy about his looks. The reason was obvious. Soon, he was going to be with the most important person of his life. The next few minutes seemed like hours for him. He constantly kept checking his wrist-watch, which seemed to  be ticking very slowly. Suddenly he heard a tap on his door glass. Isabella was there ten minutes  before the scheduled meeting time. Dressed in a gorgeous purple gown, with matching necklace, she looked a royal princess. Her  shiny dark-brown hair, curling over her pink cheeks, seemed to be kissing them. Her curvaceous eyelashes made her mesmerising hazel eyes look more stunning. The beautiful diamond bracelet was still there on her left wrist. She smelled sensuous.  It's 212 Sexy by Carolina Herrera, Aryan immediately knew the fragrance.

“Hey… Isabella.” Aryan came out of his car, wearing a huge smile, and greeted her. He noticed that she came in a taxi, instead by her own car. The smile grew bigger on his face, as a thought of dropping her off at her home, in the evening, ran through his mind. Isabella came closer, and extended her hand for a handshake. Aryan shook hands with her, and did not try to pull his hand back. A sweet sensation rippled down his spine. Her hand was very soft, like silk. “Please,” said Aryan, opening the door of his car for her. The two were then off to Starbucks, for their 'Thank you' coffee date. Say something you idiot! Aryan yelled at himself in his thoughts, wondering how to begin a

conversation, as he kept driving without saying a word. “You look… Bonito,” he said, after a moment, glancing at her. Isabella looked at him, and gave a cheerful laugh. She loved that compliment… loved every bit of it. “Muchas gracias,” she smiled. “Are you learning Spanish?” Aryan nodded. “Just a few words.” “I'm impressed,” she nudged his left hand with her right. Aryan loved that touch. While driving, he did not miss even the slightest chance to gaze on Isabella's beautiful face. Every time he looked at her tempting lips, he imagined how it would feel to kiss them. Each time he looked into her hazel eyes, he felt as if all the happiness of the world converged in them. She is an angel. And, I'm the luckiest man on earth , he thought, and smiled. “You have an off today?” asked Isabella, looking at him. Aryan did not reply. He was lost in his dreamland. “Aryan, are you listening to me?” she asked in a louder tone.

“Yaa… I was just... thinking…” Aryan faltered.  I was thinking, how it would feel to hug you in my arms, and kiss your soft lips, to tell you how much I love you, he murmured in his thoughts. He looked at Isabella and smiled, without completing his reply. “Thinking what?” asked Isabella. “Your perfume… It's awesome,” replied Aryan, diverting her mind the question. “Is it 212 sexy?” Isabella laughed. “You have smelt a lot of women, I think! And yes, this is indeed 212 sexy.” Aryan smiled, shaking his head. “Please don't misunderstand me. I just love this fragrance on omen. It's quite…” he said, and nervously faltered again. “Quite?” asked Isabella, trying to extract the exact word in Aryan's mind. “Quite… Ummm… Good,” replied Aryan, after a pause, though he wished to say sensuous, as he felt provoked by the intoxicating fragrance. Isabella smiled. “Gracias,” she said, still looking at him. Aryan loved the way Isabella was looking at him. He could see himself in her enticing, hazel eyes. The two were striking the perfect chord as they kept talking endlessly, and soon they were at their destination – the Starbucks. They sat at the table for two, and Isabella ordered two 'Caramel Macchiato' coffee and chocolate cookies. “Tell me more about yourself?” Isabella asked Aryan, while taking a few sips of coffee. “Well, I own a dance academy,” began Aryan, putting extra sugar in his coffee and stirring it. “Vivaz Academy!” Isabella interrupted. “Perfect,” replied Aryan, happy to know that she remembered the name. “I teach dance for a living. I also do sketching, write little bits of poetry... and give lifts to beautiful girls.” A mischievous smile flitted across face as he finished that sentence. “You are cute,” Isabella giggled, nudging his hand again. Aryan loved those small, physical contacts. “But seriously, you are talented. Dance, sketching, poetry, so many talents!” she appreciated, surprised yet happy. Aryan smiled. “Thanks. What about you?” he keenly asked. “What are your hobbies?” Isabella sipped the coffee, and took a cookie bite. “I'm not an artist like you, but I love to dance, sometimes… I learnt a bit of Tango. But, I'm quite naive,” she admitted. “Dance?! Wow!” Aryan exclaimed excitedly, finding one thing in common between them. Isabella sipped some more coffee, and then added, “I'm here to complete my graduation. My family is in Spain. My father is a big tycoon and my madre…”

“Madre?” Aryan cut in, failing to decipher the new Spanish word. “My mother…” “Mother, okay… What does she do?” “My mother manages our home, my father, and me.” “That's the toughest job.” “Indeed. And, I've a very close friend, Santina. She and I've been friends since school days,” said Isabella, smiling cheerfully. “Good,” said Aryan, sipping his coffee, and thinking that the possibility of Isabella seeing anyone else was almost zero. “Tu?” Isabella then asked. “Who? Me?” Aryan seemed confused with her usage of Spanish words. “Yeah, leave my story. Who all are in your family?” asked Isabella, looking keenly interested, as she pulled her chair towards him. Aryan smiled, feeling the closeness, but then, his smile disappeared. “I don't have a family, Isabella,” he answered, sadly. “My parents…” Isabella looked into his eyes. She saw pain. “My dad… used to beat my mom for no reason. One day he left my mom and married another  oman,” he said, in a low tone, “and then moved to Australia.” “My mom still loved him a lot. She went into a deep depression... and her condition deteriorated every day. I begged my father to come back... just once, for my mom... but he didn't. It as so killing to see her die each day, every moment... And one day, she left me... forever, and I… I could do nothing to save her,” he stammered, painfully. Isabella's brows furrowed as his pain mirrored in her countenance as well. “When she died, no one was there… only me, and I kept hugging her. I wished and prayed to God to send her back to me, but… but he didn't.” His throat felt strangulated and tears appeared in his eyes. “My mom... I loved her so much, and I still do.” Isabella sat very still, listening to him. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you all this,” said Aryan, sniffing and wiping the tears from his eyes, trying to regain his composure. “It's okay. I'm glad you did,” Isabella replied, resting her hand comfortingly over his. The loving and caring words of Isabella took away all the pain clenched in Aryan's heart. He firmly gripped her hand, and did not hesitate to hold it for a long moment. Isabella, too, like Aryan, as loving every moment of their togetherness.

“You love to dance. Why don't you come and see my academy?” asked Aryan. “Well…” Isabella hesitated, though her eyes spoke that she was eagerly interested. “I won't hear anything. You have to come with me, right after our coffee,” insisted Aryan. “I would love to, but…” “Are you late for something?” “No.” Isabella shook her head. “I just do not want to eat up too much of your time.” Aryan smiled. “Señorita… don't worry about the time when you are with me.” “Okiedokie, mi amigo,” Isabella happily agreed. “See... I understood that. I'm learning Spanish,” Aryan laughed. “Now let's finish our coffee, and head to Vivaz . I hope you will like it.” “For sure, I'll love it,” replied Isabella, eagerly. They finished their coffee, and left for Vivaz Dance Academy. *** “There it is.” Aryan pointed towards a red coloured multi-storeyed building, mostly covered ith glass, with the huge Vivaz logo in shiny silver. “It's beautiful!” Isabella cried excitedly, staring out of the car window. Aryan parked his car, and both went inside the academy. “Wow! What a big hall it is!” Isabella exclaimed, as she saw herself reflecting in the shining mirrors of the main practice hall. “I can see myself everywhere,” she cried happily, circling in all directions. She was extremely excited and delighted to be there. Aryan looked at her, and smiled. “I can see you everywhere, too,” he said, realising how truthful the words had become. Even when she was not around, he could still see her and feel her. While Isabella was still looking at herself in the mirrors, Aryan stepped closer and whispered in her ear, “Can I've the pleasure of dancing with the gorgeous Señorita?” Isabella immediately looked at Aryan, and smiled. She nodded, and gracefully turned towards him. “Here is a nice song for you,” said Aryan, as he switched on the music player and played the audio CD of romantic songs. A romantic song 'I could fall in love with you – by Selena'  began to play. “I love this song,” Isabella said, moving closer. “Me too,” Aryan smiled. He placed his right arm around her slim waist, while his left hand gently held her right hand, making a perfect ballroom dance posture. Holding her in his arms sent a

tingle of excitement coursing through his body. The soulful song then began to fill the hall with an aura of romanticism. 'I could lose my heart tonight, if you don't turn and walk away…  Because the way I feel I might, lose control and let you stay…' 

The song played, and they moved harmoniously with the music. Love was in the air. Love was in the music. Love was all around. Their feet moved in a perfect unison, as they danced, slowly,  beautifully and gracefully, looking into each other's eyes. “You are bonito… so very beautiful,” Aryan lovingly whispered, while the song in the  background played 'I could fall in love with you, baby…'  Isabella smiled shyly, lowering her eyes. She loved the compliment. “Gracias,” she said, raising her eyes, meeting his. “Are you seriously learning Spanish?” Aryan gave a confident nod. “For you… Trust me.” Isabella smiled again, and held his shoulder firmly. “I do,” she admitted, as the next song 'Suddenly – by Soraya'  began to play. 'A thousand eyes looking at me, but yours is the look that goes right through me… And I  cannot hide from your stare, Should I let you in do I dare…' 

As the song played, Isabella came closer, and her left hand slowly shifted from Aryan's shoulder to the back of his neck. She loved that song, that moment, and that closeness with Aryan. “You dance pretty well,” appreciated Aryan, and she smiled again. Isabella loved the way Aryan was looking at her. She felt shy at times, but she loved it, too. She could feel happiness within her heart, caused by Aryan's closeness. She was not sure what was happening to her, and she did not care. She just wanted to enjoy the moment... and she was enjoying it. Aryan, well, his eyes were not leaving Isabella's face. His heart was beating harder. His  breaths were heavier. A contented smile smeared his face. Everything around him was just simply awesome. And the reason was obvious. The love of his life was in his arms.  I wish, I could feel the warmth of your soft lips , a thought rippled through Aryan's mind, as he

gazed on her warm and kissable lips. “You said something?” asked Isabella, as if she had heard the thoughts of his mind. “Me?” Aryan shrugged. “No, no. I'm just dancing with the most beautiful lady I've ever seen,” he expressed, wondering how she always managed to hear his unspoken words.  Maybe we're twin lames, he thought, and smiled again. “Gracias.” Isabella smiled demurely. She then wrapped her arms around his neck, and continued dancing. Meanwhile the song played, 'Suddenly in my life, there's something that's got me mystified...' 

and it aptly defined the state of Isabella's heart. “You dance very well. Maybe you should come here regularly,” said Aryan, as he allowed Isabella to twirl around and then again brought her closer, and continued dancing. He definitely anted to meet her again, and again, and again. “Gracias. I would love to,” replied Isabella, and the music player began with the next song, 'Everything I do, I do it for you – by Bryan Adams'.

“You have all my favourite songs,” she said half-wonderingly, again wrapping her arms around his neck while moving harmoniously on the music. Aryan smiled. “I'm glad, I have.” He held her hands in his, and then turned her around to make her face away from him. He then kept holding her hands, around her waist, as they kept dancing. Isabella looked at the mirror in front, and loved the way Aryan was holding her in his arms. Aryan, meanwhile, gazed at her beautiful and flawless neck, wanting to kiss her there. “How do you manage such a big academy?” asked Isabella. “Well, I alone don't do it. This is all because of Kaka,” replied Aryan. “Kaka?!” asked Isabella, amazed. She again turned around, and they held each other in a  ballroom dance pose, and continued dancing. “Yep... Kaka,” replied Aryan. “I came to England four years ago, with not much in my pockets,  but a dream in my eyes. Luckily, I found Kaka, who initially allowed me to stay in his house, with minimum rent. As our bonding grew, he helped me to set up this academy. He is my guardian. Well, he, and my friend, Vivek, are the only family I have.” “Now you have me as well,” Isabella lovingly replied. She stopped dancing, but did not break  the ballroom dance pose, as the song 'The power of love – by Celine Dion' , reverberated through the hall. 'Coz I'm your lady, And you are my man… Whenever you reach for me, I'll do all that I  can…' 

Isabella and Aryan kept looking at each other as the song played, and both wondered how truthful the lyrics of the songs had become for both of them. “I think, we should leave now,” Isabella said, after a moment, controlling the strong desires  building up rapidly within her. She quickly released him from the ballroom dance position, and  picked up her clutch-bag. “How fast time goes by, just in a blink of an eye,” Aryan sighed, glumly. Isabella smiled. “Wow! So Mr. Sehgal does poetry as well.” “Yep, sometimes… I told you,” replied Aryan. “I would love to read your work, one day,” said Isabella, getting attracted towards him, slowly

 but surely. surely. “It will be my pleasure,” replied Aryan, as they walked out of Vivaz , and then drove back to Isabella's Isabella's residence. residence. “Take left from here, and that's my apartment... Plaza 21, apartment 19,” said Isabella, showing him the directions. Wow! exclaimed Aryan, in his thoughts. Now I know her address address too… great g reat going, Aryan. Aryan.

However, the thought of leaving her in the next few minutes was killing him. He was not sure, hen they will meet again, and worst of all, whether they would ever meet again, at all! He parked the car and looked at her. He wanted to say to her that he did not want to leave. “Why don't you come inside? We will have a cup of tea,” Isabella asked, playing with her  apartm apar tment's ent's key keys. s. “Thanks, Isabella. But maybe some other day,” replied Aryan, though he would have loved to stay with wi th her. her. “No, no, no... You have to come in,” Isabella insisted, stepping out of the car. “Ok. How can I say no to you?” replied Aryan, smiling mischievously. *** “It's a big and a beautiful apartment,” said Aryan, as he walked towards the window and  pulled the the curtains curtains aside, a side, to see the the view outside. outside. “Hey… “Hey… you can see se e the the Tham Thames es from here. here. It's It's an awesome view!” he cried excitedly, turning around and looking at Isabella. Isabella smiled. “Glad, you like it. You please feel at home, and let me bring you a cup of tea.” Isabella then went into the kitchen, and Aryan meanwhile, gazed all around the living room. He noticed that her apartment was very tidy, unlike his own. The furniture was classy, and the flooring as well-carpeted, without even a single stain. The walls were decorated with the pictures of her  family, indicating her strong bonding with them. “Her father looks like a Hitler… serious and tough,” Aryan murmured, looking at the picture tagged as 'My Daddy'. He then carefully looked at the other photographs, to figure out if there was any other man in Isabella's life or not. He was still not fully sure if she was dating someone, or if she was engaged. “Enjoy Spanish tea in London!” exclaimed Isabella, as she walked in from the kitchen, and offered him the cup of tea. “Thanks, but you don't have to do this much for me,” said Aryan, grabbing his cup of tea from Isabella. Isabella looked at him, smiled, and then sipped tea. “Did you see these photos?” she asked, excitedly. “These are my parents - my daddy, my mommy,” she said, pointing out both of them.

Aryan looked at her father's picture, again.  How a man, who looks so rude and tough, can roduce something as beautiful and sweet as Isabella,  he wondered. He then picked up a photo frame, tagged as 'My Mother'. “Your mom is beautiful,” he said, glancing at Isabella. Isabella smiled. “Yes, she is,” she said, and then sat down on the sofa, cross-legged. Aryan sat down next to her. “Are you…” He tried to ask the question, but hesitated. “What?” “What?” quizz q uizzed ed Isabella, Isabel la, sensing something something was going in his mind. “Nothing, leave it,” said Aryan, and took a few sips of tea. “You make tea very well.” “No, tell me. What were you trying to ask me?” Isabella insisted. “Okay, it's a bit personal. If you don't wish to answer, it's ok,” Aryan said. He paused for a second, and then hesitatingly asked, “Do you love someone?” Oh, God... What the hell am I asking her on our very first unofficial date! He instantly scolded himself in his thoughts. Aryan, get ready to be thrown out of the house, right now! “Love? “Love? No,” replie r epliedd Isabella. Isabell a. “But I would love lo ve to fall in love, one day,” day,” she added sweetly swee tly.. Aryan saw her, as she looked directly into his eyes, with care, and possibly, love. “Any guy ill be lucky to have you in his life, Isabella,” he said, and only he knew how much he wanted to be that lucky guy. Isabella smiled. “I know.” Why are girls so confident about themselves? This is a mystery, Aryan wondered in his

thoug thought hts, s, a smil smilee ling l ingeri ering ng on his face. face . As they talked, Aryan kept looking at her gorgeous face, thinking of different ways to kiss her. He wanted to hug her in his arms, wanted to feel the fragrance of her warm breaths, and kiss her soft, glossy lips. He wanted to tell her, how much she meant to him, and how much he was in love with her. “I think, I should leave now,” he said and stood up hurriedly, controlling his feelings. “Why? What happened?” Isabella asked, surprised at his sudden reaction. “Umm... Something occurred to me,” Aryan replied, evasively. He placed his teacup on the table and began to move towards the main door. “What?” Isabella asked again, arising from the sofa and continuing to look at him. “I... I... I've to visit one of my friends,” Aryan stammered, hiding his real feelings. “Oh… Okiedokie,” Isabella replied, sadly.  I wish you could have stayed longer , she thought, as she kept looking longingly at Aryan. She did not want him to leave so early. She then inched closer, and gave him a warm hug. Aryan, too, wrapped his arms around her, and they hugged for a few moments. Aryan then saw her beautiful lips, wished to kiss them. Within seconds, her lips were on his cheek. cheek. Her lips li ps were w ere so s o warm war m, so soft s oft,, so loving l oving..

“Thank you, for such a wonderful day,” she said, looking into his eyes, and resting her soft hand on his cheek. A strong bolt of lightning instantly ran through Aryan's body, tingling down his spine. A hug and a kiss from the girl with whom he was madly in love! A smile lit up his face, and he kept looking into her eyes. Those eyes were asking him not to leave. He did not want to go, but he controlled his desires, and slowly moved out of her apartment. “I'll call you, Isabella. See you, soon,” he said, as she reluctantly waved goodbye to him. “See you, too, Aryan,” she replied, and kept looking at him until he disappeared from her sight. Isabella was upset. Despite spending almost the whole day with Aryan, she still wanted to spend more time with him. Unhappiness crossed her face as soon as he left, and she felt rather  frustrated. On his way back, Aryan, too, kept thinking about Isabella. The moments spent with her kept flashing in front of his eyes. He could still feel the closeness of her hug, and the warmth of her tender  kiss. He could feel the love from both ends. His story had definitely begun. He reached home, and lay down on his bed, still thinking about Isabella. He had so much in his heart to tell her, to convey to her. He wanted to tell her that he loved her so much. He wanted to kiss her, to tell her how beautiful she as. He wanted to dance with her again, wanted to hug her again, wanted to express how special she as to him. It was indeed the best day of his life.

5. Love Blossoms

The 'Thank You – Coffee' date certainly ignited the desired spark between Isabella and Aryan.  Not only only it deepened deepe ned Aryan's Aryan's love for her, her, but it also drew Isabella's Isabella' s heart and mind mind all the the closer cl oser to her 'car amigo'. A chain of phone calls, emails and text messages began between the two, on a daily  basis.  basis . Both un unconsciously started to sh s hare their their respective day's experiences. Slowly Slowl y but surely, surely, the the once-a-day calls became two calls per day, quickly multiplying with each passing day. They would talk during the day, during the night, and every moment they could squeeze from their busy schedules. Their closeness was rapidly, yet delicately, increasing, and they both were becoming each other's needs. Neither one had proposed yet, but their chemistry and their bonding did not require any formal  proposal.  proposal . If either of them them could not remain remain in touch touch for a few hou hours, rs, they they both felt restless and lifeless. lifeles s. But officiall officiallyy, they they were still 'Just Friends.' Isabella, like Aryan, was getting attracted towards this magnet of love. She did not know if she as already in love with Aryan, but she could definitely feel a soft corner blossoming in her heart for  him. For her, he was her 'car friend,' and then he became her 'good friend'. Gradually, she realized that he was the man with whom she could share her heart and soul, the man who listened to her, understood her fully, and would be there for her in good and bad times. Initially, she had intended not to go ahead with the relationship, which was still in a 'Just Friends' phase. But, who has control over  love? She was becoming so attached to Aryan. So, she decided to enjoy life as it came, and listen to her heart. However, one thing was certain; she now loved every moment of her life, and her life had  become  become much much more beautiful, beautiful, just just because of Aryan's Aryan's presence.

It was Thursday evening, around five, and Aryan, as usual, was finishing teaching dance for the day, at Vivaz , when he he heard a sweet swee t “Hi….” He glanced over his shoulder, and saw Isabella standing there, smiling. He was stunned with happiness. This was the first time they were seeing each other since their 'Thank you' coffee date, and it had been almost two long weeks! Dressed in blue denim and a baby pink top, she looked simple yet  beautifu  beautiful.l. She She was wearing wear ing minim minimal al make-up, ake-up, and her hair was loosely loosel y tied in a cute cute pony tail. tail. Her  knee-length boots made a sweet toc-tok sound as she approached him. “Isabella! What a lovely surprise!” Aryan exclaimed happily, still not believing if she was really there or was he day-dreaming again. He went closer, and held her in a warm hug. “It's so good to see you,” he expressed, the smile still lingering on his face. Isabella Isabel la smiled, and hugg hugged ed Aryan Ar yan.. “Yo “Yo tambien… Me too.” Aryan looked back at his students, and instructed, “Practise these steps, and no new steps for  the day.” He then returned his gaze towards Isabella, and smiled. “I'm delighted to see you here,” he expressed gleefully. “It's been so many days since we last met.” “Twelv “Twelvee days,” Isabella Isabell a replied, re plied, as they walked out of the the practice hall. “But it feels like twelve months,” Aryan sighed, stopping and looking at her. “And, I'm so glad you came here.” The huge grin spread over his face, clearly showed his extreme happiness. “I thought to give you a surprise,” Isabella sweetly replied. She paused for a second, and then asked, “Did you miss me?” Aryan smiled. Only he knew how much he missed her. “Shall I tell the truth or a lie?” he asked, his eyes looking directly into hers. He knew what she wanted to hear. “A lie,” Isabella blushed. She knew the answer, but she wanted to hear it from Aryan. “Okay. I didn't miss you at all,” replied Aryan, mischievously. Isabella blushed again, and her cheeks turned pink. Aryan noticed it, and felt like kissing them. “I missed you, too, Aryan,” expressed Isabella. “That's why I've come here today, to see you.” Aryan loved her reply, loved her presence, and he noticed an excitement in her eyes.  Is this love for me? Shall I propose propose to her, her, or shall I wait for her to say something? He questioned himsel in his thoughts, as they gazed into each other's eyes, for a long moment. “What would you like to have - tea, coffee?” asked Aryan, leading and inviting her to join him on the couch, outside the practice hall. “I'll have a soft drink.” Aryan gestured to Kaka, and he quickly brought two cans of coke for them. “Will you teach me Tango?” questioned Isabella, suddenly, while sipping her can of diet-coke. “Of course I will,” replied Aryan.  How can I miss this chance? He murmured in his thoughts

as the smile grew even bigger on his face. “Gracias,” Isabella said, happy to know that she could now meet him every day, with the excuse of learning to dance. “What time is comfortable for you?” “Any time and any day you say, mi amiga. I'm always at your service,” replied Aryan, with a suggestive smile. Isabella laughed. “By the time you teach me Tango, you will be an expert in Spanish.” “That's a fair deal, isn't it?” asked Aryan. “I teach you dance, and you teach me Spanish.” “Sí,” Isabella agreed. “I can come each day, after my classes. If it is ok for you,” she asked, hesitantly. “No problem. My batch finishes at five-thirty. So, I can teach you after that,” replied Aryan. “Shall we start today?” he eagerly asked. “Today?!” asked Isabella, surprised. Though, she herself wanted to spend some time together, and what better opportunity than dancing with him, right away. “Yep, Thursday is an auspicious day in India. So why don't we begin practicing today,” coaxed Aryan.  Anyway, every day in some way or other is considered auspicious in India, who cares, he excused himself in his thoughts. “Okiedokie,” Isabella sweetly acquiesced. They both arose and returned into the main practice hall of Vivaz . It was almost 5:30 p.m., and all the students had left. Aryan sensed it was the perfect opportunity to relish some really nice moments with Isabella, maybe a moment to convey his feelings. “We will start with basic walking steps,” said Aryan. He switched on his music player, and  played 'El Tango de Roxanne' , an instrumental song from the album 'Ballroom Emotions' . “The tango walk is different from the other dances in a number of ways,” began Aryan, instructing Isabella, who carefully listened to him. “There is no rise and fall, and rather than stroking the floor, the feet are picked up and placed,” he added, showing the steps. Isabella, watching him closely, listened keenly and nodded. “Okay, now let's try it together,” he said, as he replayed the CD, and the song began playing again. Aryan then took her right hand in his left; their arms stretched outwards, and wrapped his right arm gently but firmly around her waist, while Isabella stretched her left arm over his right shoulder, resting her hand just below it. They were close... very close, and they both loved that closeness. “Now, I'll take a step forward with my left leg, and then another step with my right… a little to the side,” Aryan instructed, looking into her eyes. “And, I'll first move my right leg behind, and then the left leg,” interrupted Isabella.

Aryan smiled. “Perfect. Keep the steps slow and steady.” Isabella looked ardently interested in dancing with Aryan. She was enjoying every moment o togetherness with him. As they danced together, they looked like angels dancing in heaven – happy, excited and carefree. The sunrays slanted in from the opened glass-windows of the practice hall, as i showering its blessings over the couple. A loving and soulful tune played by the violin, flute, saxophone, and piano, easily made the environment romantic, and they danced to it slowly and so gracefully. “You're learning pretty quickly,” encouraged Aryan, as they repeated the steps. “Trust me, you ill be an expert soon.” “Oh, will I?” asked Isabella, a little surprised. “Maybe it's just because you are a fabulous teacher.” She smiled beautifully, as they continued practicing the 'Tango walk'. Love between the two was blossoming, and both of them could feel it. Kaka was about to leave, when he glanced through the glass door of the practice hall, and saw Aryan and Isabella dancing together. A smile spread over his wrinkled face. He was happy for Aryan. “Keys are on the table, and all the students have left,” he shouted, to inform Aryan, and then left. Aryan did not bother to hear what Kaka spoke. So he did not reply. He was lost in the love o Isabella, who herself was lost in the aura of love surrounding her. They danced and kept practicing the basic Tango steps. By 7 p.m. Isabella began to look tired. She knew it would be a little tough for  her to practice the Tango in a pair of jeans. But she did not want to miss even a single moment o togetherness with Aryan. “I guess, that's enough for the day,” said Aryan, noticing her fatigue. “But you will have to come regularly,” he emphasized, bringing down the volume of the music player. “Sure, I will,” replied Isabella.  After all, that's what I want , she thought, blushing. Aryan responded to her blush with a smile. This is the best chance for me. Maybe one day,  sabella will fall in love with me. That will be the best day of my life, he thought as he kept studying her, wondering when he would be able to open his heart, and he did not want to be too late. Isabella too, wanted to hear something special from him, but both of them walked out of the  practice hall, without saying a word. “See you tomorrow evening, at five-thirty. I'll be waiting.” Aryan broke the silence, failing yet again to convey his heart. Isabella nodded, and smiled. “I'll be waiting, too.” She then drew closer, and hugged him. Both embraced each other, and neither tried to pull out first. It was a longer hug than the first one. Isabella rested her head on his chest, and her eyes closed. Aryan's eyes were closed, too. Both  blessed by God. They were in love. After a long moment, Isabella lifted her face from his chest, and looked into his eyes. A loving smile curled the edge of her lips. “Creo que estoy enamorado de ti,” she whispered, gently tracing his

cheek with her fingertips. Her words were entrenched in love. She then quickly broke the hug, and rushed towards her car. “Isabella… Wait!” Aryan called out, stopping her. “I didn't understand what you just said.” Isabella turned around, and smiled. “Find out the meaning of what I said.” She then waved goodbye to him, and drove away. Aryan waved goodbye, intrigued, trying to remember and comprehend what exactly she had ust said. “Maybe she said goodbye in Spanish,” he mumbled, perplexed. *** Aryan drove back home, and hurriedly looked for his 'Learning Spanish'  book. He tried hard to recollect what Isabella had said, but could not. He then sent her a text message, “What did you say to me in Spanish, just before leaving?” Isabella instantly replied, “I said it… you didn't understand, your fault.” A chain of text messages thus started, yet Isabella never repeated what she had said to him, just  before leaving the academy. Later that evening, Isabella was lying in her bed and recalling the moments spent with Aryan. His talks, his smile, his hug and his love, was all over her mind and heart. “Creo que estoy enamorado de ti... I think I'm in love with you,” she blushed. She kept changing sides as she tried to sleep, but could not. She wished the night would pass by quickly, so that she could meet him again the next day. Sleep eluded Aryan as well. “This is a wonderful feeling. It's strange. I don't think much o myself now. I think of you. I think of us, together,” he murmured, lying in his bed, and gazing at Isabella's sketch. He got off the bed, and stood in front of the sketch, still gazing at it. “Is this the feeling we all call love?” he asked, trying to talk to Isabella's sketch. “Maybe it is. But, what is love? Or, how can it  be defined? Don't know. But for me, Love is You, Isabella,” he expressed, running his fingers over the sketch. He then took out his diary, and wrote some lines for Isabella, his love. He then returned to bed and eagerly waited for the next day, when he could meet her again. The note from Aryan's diary read: “Today, I got another opportunity to dance with my love, Isabella. Her name is as beautiful  as she is. It was such a special moment to be with her. I didn't understand what she said to me before leaving. However, her eyes spoke something, which I feel is Love… for me. Love… How can we define love? Ask me… for me… Love is Isabella…  Love...is You

What is love? How can it be defined? Some say it's an illusion, impossible to find…

 believe, it's a God's gift, residing in our hearts inding two souls together, never to be apart...

 Love exists in this world in different forms One thing in common, it has no conditions or norms…  Love makes one's life beautiful, gives reasons to live t makes no demands, but has everything to give...

 Love gives us strength, the courage to fight  To face the bad times with all of our might…  Love heals our deepest wounds and pain There is nothing to lose; love is only gain…

 Love is an intense feeling shared between two hearts  feeling of care, and a promise to be never apart…  Love is a passion, knows no boundaries, no languages  Love is for you, for me, and for people of all ages...

 Love is a trust, love is a cure t's an emotion, which is warm and pure…  Love exists everywhere; Love is eternal and true ot sure how it's defined; for me, Love is you.

To My Isabella With Love: Aryan.”

6. The Perfect Night

As the weeks with the daily dance meetings passed, Isabella and Aryan's closeness gradually increased. They chatted on the internet for hours, talked endlessly over the phone, and they met regularly - sometimes as an excuse to dance, and sometimes without any reason. While each was in

love with the other, neither had expressed it explicitly. Aryan was well aware of the state of his heart, and Isabella, well, she was still figuring out whether or not she had crossed the fine line between love and friendship yet. One typical Saturday evening, Isabella was sitting on her bed, holding her phone and scrolling through Aryan's text messages. She always loved reading and rereading his messages, and at that  particular moment, she was missing him very badly. She was desperately waiting for a call or a text from him. Finally, after a long and seemingly endless wait, she dialled Aryan's mobile number, but disconnected the call even before the first ring. She did not want to disturb him, and more importantly, she wanted him to miss her and eventually call her. Arising restlessly from her bed, she walked over  to the window of her apartment. Rain was teasing in a light and romantic misty drizzle. A cool and soothing breeze was blowing, and the reddish-blue sky was welcoming the arrival of yet another   beautiful night. The weather made her miss him even more… so very much more. “Qué clima mas romántica,” she sighed, leaning against the window, intending to say, “What a romantic weather it is!” “And that stupid Aryan must be teaching dance to his students!” she exclaimed frustratingly, looking disgustedly at her silent phone. Isabella was still standing near the window, looking at the Thames and lost in the thoughts o Aryan, when her phone suddenly rang. It flashed “Aryan Calling.” An exhilarating smile instantly spread over Isabella's face. She swiftly answered his call. “Hey, Señorita,” spoke Aryan. “Aaaaryan!” Isabella screamed excitedly on hearing his voice. “How are you?” “I'm fantastic,” replied Aryan. “How are you? The weather is so awesome. I thought, in this romantic weather you must be missing me, so I should give you a call.” Isabella giggled. “Soy bueno. But, who told you that I was missing you? I was… I was just studying for my exam,” she replied, hiding her true feelings and the fact that she was actually missing him too much. “Oh, were you?” asked Aryan, his tone dropped. “Okay. Then you study, I'll call you later.” “Wait, wait, wait…” Isabella hurriedly stopped him from disconnecting the call. “I told you. You were missing me,” Aryan responded confidently. “I was not missing you. I was just… thinking about you,” Isabella rephrased, and blushed. “See… You thought about me, and I called you,” said Aryan. “Now get ready as quickly as you can, and come downstairs. I'm outside your apartment… waiting for you.” “WHAT?!” Isabella exclaimed in disbelief. She quickly ran towards the window on the opposite side of her room, and saw Aryan's car. “You are HERE! I mean… What are you doing here?” She was surprised, yet thrilled.

Aryan smiled. “Well, you missed me, and I'm here at your service.” “I didn't miss you,” Isabella argued sweetly, and blushed again. “Ok, ok! But you thought about me, right? Now don't waste this awesome weather, and come down quickly,” Aryan literally ordered and hung the phone. “He is mad!” Isabella murmured, with a smile, as she quickly changed into a sleeveless white top and a designer knee-length blue skirt. She then combed her hair and hurriedly applied just a touch of make-up on her flawless face. The excitement was building up rapidly within her, and she wanted to be with Aryan as soon as she could. But at the same time, she wanted to look her best. It took her  around twenty minutes to get ready, probably the least time she had ever taken! “Tu es loco!” Isabella exclaimed as she approached Aryan's car, the roof of his car now retracted. The soft drizzle had stopped by then, and the weather had turned even more delightful and romantic. “I don't understand Spanish,” Aryan replied loudly, and smiled. “You are crazy!” Isabella pointed her finger towards Aryan and then slid into the passenger  seat of his car, next to him. “I am!” laughed Aryan. He then gazed at her for a long moment, drinking in each delicious detail. She was looking as  beautiful as ever. Her silky-shiny hair fell over her shoulders in slight curls. The glistening light-blue eye shadow made her hazel eyes look like a deep blue ocean. Her glossy pink lips embraced the softness of rose petals, and her fragrance was so mesmerising that he easily lost himself in the heavenly aura surrounding her. On top of all this, a beautiful smile delicately danced on her   breathtakingly gorgeous face, a face that could win any heart in this world in a heartbeat. Aryan took a deep sigh. “You're a bloom of spring, a poet's imagination so true. It's amazing that how much more beautiful you look, each time I see you.” Isabella blushed, lowering her eyes. “Gracias,” she said, looking back up into his eyes, demurely. She loved the way Aryan was looking at her, and she loved his compliments even more. Aryan then stretched his arm to reach out for the bunch of purple orchids hidden in the back  seat of his car. “Beautiful flowers for a beautiful you,” he said, giving her the flowers. “Gracias. I love orchids,” Isabella replied, smelling them. “Perfect weather… too romantic.” Aryan smiled. “Romantic… Like you and me.” Isabella gazed at him, her eyes meeting his, and a sweet smile touched her lips. “I love long drives,” she said, as they drove past the beautiful Thames. “Me too,” Aryan smiled again. A tinkling sound of glasses striking each other caught Isabella's attention, and she glanced over  her shoulder to look at the back seat. A bottle of champagne was there along with two glasses.

“You have come fully prepared, haven't you?” Isabella asked, turning her half-reproachful, half-awed gaze on Aryan. Aryan looked at her, smiled, and kept driving without saying a word. “Are we on some kind of a date?” Isabella asked. “Date?! No. Who said so?” Aryan shrugged, dimming the volume of his music player that was  playing 'My heart will go on by Celine Dion' . “I just thought I should relax you after the tiring day you must have had,” he added sweetly, glancing at her. “Oh, you care for me?” Isabella looked teasingly yet seriously into his eyes. “Well, I do. That's why I gave you the lift, the very first day. Remember?” Aryan smiled. Isabella giggled, and kept looking at him. God, I just love these eyes, these lips, she is so beautiful , Aryan murmured in his thoughts, as

he glanced at her and kept driving through the vintage surroundings of London. Meanwhile, the song continued to play - Love can touch us one time, and last for a lifetime… The night arrived and the stars began to get noticeable, twinkling amidst dark clouds. The slowly rising moon splashed its light on Isabella, making her flawless skin shine in the night. She was indeed looking like a 'Moonlight Goddess.' “A shooting star!” Isabella suddenly screamed excitedly, pointing towards the sky. “Close your eyes and make a wish,” said Aryan, immediately parking his car at the roadside. “What?!” “Just make a wish.” “Okiedokie,” Isabella agreed, shutting her eyes.  Lord Jesus, kindly grant my wish to spend all my life, no matter how short or long it is, with ryan. I love him immensely. I know he is the perfect man for me. I wish to live my life with him, and wish to spend my last moments in his arms , Isabella sincerely wished in her thoughts, while

Aryan kept looking at her adoringly. After a few moments, Isabella opened her eyes. “It's said that if you see a shooting star and ask for a wish, it gets fulfilled,” said Aryan. “Oh, is it? I didn't know that,” Isabella replied, her gaze still on the sky. “What did you wish for?” queried Aryan, dying of curiosity. Isabella looked at him, and smiled. “Wishes are never told. I hope you know this,” she replied, and they returned to the road, to continue their long drive. Only if I had known, and was allowed, I would fulfil all her wishes and would be her   shooting star , Aryan fervently murmured in his thoughts, a smile lingered on his face. “It's amazing I

mean,” he then said, while he kept driving. “¿Qué?” asked Isabella, looking at him. Aryan smiled. “I mean, it's so amazing that within a few weeks we have become so close, and you have become so special… like no one else.” Isabella blushed happily. “Here we are,” he said, parking his car. He took her to a delightful, calm and a serene place near the Thames, the perfect spot for just the two of them with no one else around; a place, which looked nothing less than a lover's paradise. He took the bottle of champagne and the two glasses as they sat close to each other, facing the exotic Thames. He then poured champagne in the glasses, and gave one to her. “Salud.” Isabella raised her glass. “Cheers,” replied Aryan, striking his glass against hers. The surroundings were picturesque. The giant London Eye was clearly visible from there, as as the stunning Big Ben, shining golden bright in the dark night. Sitting next to the Thames made the eather feel more enjoyable. A cool breeze was flowing and clouds were slowly covering the entire London city. “You know, Señorita, I never believed in love,” Aryan began gingerly, finishing his drink. “Why?” asked Isabella. “Love is the most beautiful feeling.” “Love gave nothing to my mom,” replied Aryan, sadly, “apart from suffering, depression, and death.” He heaved a painful sigh, and added, “All these years, I just made myself stronger, and more rigid, to never fall in love... Focussed more on earning money, success, because I thought only that matters! But deep inside, I had a void... an emptiness, a loneliness.” Isabella listened to him quietly. “But now, I don't feel that loneliness,” Aryan added, looking at Isabella, “because of you.” Isabella blushed. She then drew closer, and hugged him. He too wrapped his arms around her, and felt a magical relief. They both kept hugging each other and it started raining, as if it was God's sign of showering his blessings on the couple in love. “Lluvia!” Isabella exclaimed excitedly. “Let's dance,” she insisted, and tried to pull Aryan to make him stand. “Come on, Aryan. You love to dance and I love rain, so let us do what we both like.” Isabella then allowed the rain to drench her svelte body. She was enjoying the rain, and Aryan's togetherness. Aryan looked at her, and smiled. “Come on!” Isabella grabbed his hands again, and pulled him towards her.

“You're crazy!” Aryan smiled, putting his arms around her waist. Isabella wrapped her arms around his neck. “I am,” she replied, smiling sweetly. And so, they began to dance. As they danced, Isabella inched closer and rested her head on Aryan's chest. It was an exquisite moment of love. Neither of them had formally proposed, but somehow they both knew they were in love. Aryan could feel her drenched body, her soft and wet arms wrapped around his neck. He could see the water droplets over her cheeks, and her rain soaked lips. “It's indescribable, how breathtaking you are. You are simply amazing, just the way you are,” he whispered, rather tenderly. Isabella lifted her face, and looked into his eyes with deep love. “Te amo,” she expressed, softly. For a moment, Aryan gazed half-lovingly, half-wonderingly at Isabella. The water droplets kept falling on her forehead, cheeks, eyelashes, and lips, as he tried to feel what she had just said to him. “I didn't understand what you just said to me,” he said, running his fingers over her wet, pink  lips. “But my heart wants to reply… Me too.” An erubescent smile spread over Isabella's face, and she wrapped her arms firmly around him. Aryan lovingly traced Isabella's wet cheeks with his fingertips and then kissed her forehead. She blushed again and lowered her eyes, demurely. She then looked into his eyes and brought her face closer to his. Aryan held her drenched waist in his arms and saw a moment of love in her eyes. He looked at her soft lips, marked with water droplets, and felt they were inviting him to kiss them. Isabella slowly ran her hands around Aryan's neck as she tilted her face a little and inched closer, her shivering lips almost touching his lips. She then closed her eyes, clutched his nape as their   breaths merged, and Aryan rested his lips on hers. The God of rain kept pouring down his blessings on the couple in love. Aryan held her closer, his one arm wrapped around her waist, his other hand resting lightly over her cheek, their breaths entwining as their kiss deepened. Her lips were soft… very soft, and her breath embraced the fragrance of ecstasy. She was warm, tender, and her skin was velvety, carrying the suppleness of silk. Isabella ran her fingers through his wet, black hair, inviting his tongue to play with hers, as they kept kissing passionately. All Aryan could hear were the music of raindrops falling down and the soft moans of Isabella as he slowly and gently kissed her. The sweet nectar of her luscious lips, the softness of her tongue, the aroma of her breath, and his true love for her, made Aryan kiss her  intensely, lovingly and longingly. Isabella felt shivers run up her spine as Aryan slowly ran his fingers over her arm, going down to clutch her waist and pulling her closer, pressing her damp body against his. Enjoying the closeness of her man, relishing the warmth of his breath and savouring the touch of his lips, Isabella kept running her soft hands around his nape as she kissed him with all her love. After a long and intimate kiss, they slowly broke away and then lovingly looked in each other's eyes. Aryan ran his fingers on her cheeks and removed a strand of wet hair from her damp face. Isabella pulled him closer again,

and within seconds, they locked themselves in another deep kiss. They kept hugging each other, and kissed again… and again… and again. “You're so beautiful,” said Aryan, tenderly caressing her wet cheeks, as they broke off the intense kiss. Isabella blushed. “I love the way you look at me, Aryan.” Aryan cupped her shoulders, looked into her hazel eyes, and said, “Bella, I love you. I have loved you ever since I saw you that first day. I love you more than anyone has ever loved you. I'll love you more than anyone can love anybody.” Isabella smiled, lowering her eyes, demurely. “You know what 'Te amo' means?” she asked, looking back into his eyes. Aryan shook his head and smiled, wondering about the Spanish words. “Te amo means – 'I love you',” Isabella said. “Never leave me, Aryan. Te amo,” she hugged him again. A contented smile spread over Aryan's face. “I love you too, Bella,” he gently kissed her lips once more. “I'll never leave you. Trust me,” he assured as they walked back towards the car, arm-inarm.  Neither knew how it happened, but they now felt such a welcome relief, as if they had been aiting all their lives for this beautiful moment of togetherness. They drove back to Aryan's apartment. It was now raining heavily, and they were drenched from head to toe. “Come on in, Bella,” said Aryan, opening the door and welcoming her in. Isabella, by now completely soaked and shivering, was rubbing her arms with her hands to keep herself warm. “Hey, let me give you some dry clothes to change into!” exclaimed Aryan, switching on the heater. Then he began searching his wardrobe for something comfortable to wear. His two-bedroom apartment, though equipped with all the basic amenities, was a little unkempt. However, Isabella did not notice that at all. His place seemed modest, warm, and so comfortable that she felt at home instantly. Somehow, it offered a kind of peace that she never had experienced anywhere else in London. “Try this,” offered Aryan, giving her one of his t-shirts and a pair of his track pants. He then removed his wet shirt, placing it carelessly over a chair. Isabella gazed at his welltoned, still-wet body in awe. For a moment, she just kept looking at him, suddenly needing to love him and be loved by him. Her eyes followed him as he put on some soft romantic music and dimmed the lights. It romantically gave the feeling of candle lights. Suddenly, Isabella's gaze fell on the canvas stand kept next to the bed. “Wow! Is this me?” she asked excitedly.

“Yep, Hun, this is you,” replied Aryan, engulfing her in his embrace from behind. “And today you look identical to this sketch - beautiful, gorgeous and drenched in rain,” he whispered in her ear, and then gently kissed her neck. Isabella placed her hands over Aryan's hands, while she kept gazing at the sketch. “You're so talented, honey. This is beautiful.” “Nothing is more beautiful than you, Hun.” Aryan pushed her wet hair aside, making her  neckline visible. He then kissed her nape, and hugged her tightly in his manly arms. “Oh, Aryan… you're so mesmerising. You pull me towards you,” Isabella whispered, losing herself in the love of her man, as she closed her eyes and felt his lips tenderly tracing her neck and shoulders. “Don't you wish to change your wet clothes, Hun?” Aryan whispered in her ear. He kept hugging her from behind, and then opened a few buttons of her wet top. He then slowly slid his hands inside her top, and trailed his fingers over her soft and shivering abdomen. Isabella was squirming, slowly but surely. Her heart was beating harder, her breaths were  becoming heavier, and she was willingly surrendering herself to the love of her man. She turned around to face him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “What is the use of changing, when I've to remove them again,” she replied sensuously. The temperature inside the room was rising. Isabella's provocative reply fed Aryan's desires. He kissed her eyes, her cheeks and her  earlobes, while slowly sliding down the strap of her top, just enough to expose her collar bone. He then firmly held her slim waist in his strong arms, while his parted lips and hot breaths traced and kissed every inch of her so-soft exposed skin. She was soft and warm, and she tasted of rain. Sweet kisses of Aryan tingled Isabella's body. Her soft hand spasmodically moved over his taut chest, tracing every muscle of it, and then moved down to feel his perfectly shaped abdomen. Running her fingers over his back, she finally wrapped her smooth arms around his neck. She then raised her face, closed her eyes and gently kissed his lips. Aryan felt the mesmerising fragrance of her   breath, and warmth of her alluring lips. Their gentle peck on the lips slowly turned into a passionate kiss, throwing off a few of the things kept on the bedside table. They moved towards the bed, their  arms wrapped around each other and their lips still engaged in a deep kiss. He gently lay her down on the bed and moved on the top of her, placing his hands on the bed for support but not breaking the kiss. It was a beautiful night. The rain was drizzling down gently, and a cool, yet comfortable,  breeze was flowing through London streets. The sky was midnight blue, and the bright moon was quite visible amid some dark clouds. “I've never done this before,” Isabella whispered in Aryan's ear, smiling demurely. “Then it is the first time for both of us,” replied Aryan, holding her closer. Isabella blushed. “I cannot believe that no woman has fallen in love with you. How is it

 possible that you haven't either?” she wondered innocently, running her fingers over his face. “Well, I don't know how women feel about me. But this is the first time I'm feeling something special for someone,” replied Aryan, and kissed her hand. Isabella blushed again. Aryan bent down and then savoured the satin of her cheeks, while his hands slowly unbuttoned her top. Isabella was squirming, demurely, and Aryan noticed that. “Are you nervous?” he asked, as they lay on the bed, embracing each other. Isabella looked in his eyes and shook her head. She then held his hand in hers, and kissed his fingertips one by one. “Love me, Aryan,” she spoke, invitingly. She could not tell how much she had aited. She just wanted to kiss him, love him, and never let him go. Aryan smiled, and then sealed her rosy lips in another intense kiss. His masculine hands engulfed her waist and running up, lifted her arms and swept her wet top over her head. A bolt o lightning rippled inside her veins, as she lay half-naked, her soft feminine curves slightly hidden by a silky net cloth. A shy smile touched her lips as she saw Aryan unbuttoning his pants. After discarding his pants, Aryan again lay down in between her legs and showered loving kisses all over her graceful  body. Isabella quivered with every kiss, and her body felt sensations deep within. Her fingers ran through his thick hair, moving down to his neck and back before they made their way to his chest, tracing each of his muscles, feeling every inch of his well-toned torso. Aryan kissed all over her curvaceous body as his hands ran up the sides of her smooth thighs,  bunching the blue skirt around her waist. Isabella's toes wriggled and her legs shivered, as he untied the skirt and then removed it in an instant. “Your legs are so beautiful... Flawless roads to heaven,” Aryan winked, naughtily. Isabella blushed. Aryan kissed her lips and chin once more before moving downwards to kiss her neck, the fragrant valley around her heart, and her shivering abdomen. He then rained passionate et kisses over the curve of her hips, outside her slender legs, to the tiny sweet ankle and onto the tips of her toes. Every move of Aryan was making Isabella shiver deep within. She was enjoying it… enjoying every moment of it! “You are beautiful, Bella,” said Aryan, looking at her “Every possible inch of you is just too much beautiful... Bonito.” Isabella blushed again, taking some deep breaths. Aryan moved up again and sealed her lips in another deep kiss. They shifted positions and Isabella moved on top of him, straddling him, with her  knees on either side of his waist. She then leaned forward and kissed him fervently, her tongue exploring all of his mouth. She moved towards his neck, kissing and nibbling here and there, making her way down to his chest kissing him all over. The feel of Isabella's warm lips was driving Aryan insane. He lifted himself up and embraced her in his arms as they sat upright in the middle of the bed, ith their legs wrapped around each other. Bare skin touching bare skin, and lips locked in a warm and intense kiss. As their tongues entwined, Aryan moved his hand, tracing her back, sending shivers through her. Finally finding her bra's clasp, Aryan quickly undid it and moved his hands to her 

shoulders, sliding the straps down, throwing the bra onto the floor. Aryan noticed her cheeks turning pink, as he broke the kiss and moved his gaze towards her   beautiful, feminine curves. His eyes lit up, smouldering with love for her, and he smiled and said 'so  bonito' before burying his head in her chest, pushing her down on the bed again as he got on top o her. Isabella moaned as she felt his tongue and lips running around her heart, not wanting to miss a spot. Her fingers ran through his hair as he kissed, loved and caressed her blushing rosebuds. Isabella's breaths became heavier and she moaned his name each time Aryan hit the right spot. Aryan kissed her lips again while his hand moved to her hips, running his finger along her waist  before removing the last cloth on her. At the same instance, Isabella ran her hands around his waist and did the same thing to him. Both naked, their warm skin touching one another's, his hands caressed her smooth arms and abdomen as she dug her nails into his skin, rubbing her feminine curves against his bare chest. Aryan gently traced her outer thigh, and trailed a line along her long leg, capturing her  soft lips in a wild kiss. Aryan then broke away from the kiss and looked into her eyes. “I love you,” he smiled. “Yo también te amo, mi cariño,” Isabella replied, breathing heavily. She meant, “I love you too, my sweetheart.” Aryan's body trembled as he pressed his lips against hers and finally entered her, sending a  pulse of pain through her body. Isabella shut her eyes in pain, controlling the desire to scream. Only his lips were stopping her from screaming, but a wave of love and pleasure replaced that pain quickly. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he moved in her again, and they both moaned as the  pace quickened. Isabella grabbed the bed sheets in sheer pleasure, and with every thrust, her back  arched. Their moans slowly turned into loud groans and heavy breaths, and each motion felt like a  paradise to them. The heavenly feeling of lovemaking was rushing through their veins, as they felt everything around them had stopped, just for them. The moment bathed in ecstasy and never in their  lives had they felt so good – making love and being loved. Aryan kept sealing her lips with his as the love ride continued. Isabella ran her fingers over his back, digging her long nails into his damp skin. Her love, Aryan, was making love to her and she enjoyed their unclad bodies connecting, as he  performed continuously till his nectar of love flowed inside her. In that instant, he gave her all the  pleasures she wanted, letting her beautiful damp body lie on the bed, with Aryan heavily breathing over her. “You are bonito… beautiful,” Aryan panted, caressing her moist face. Isabella was wet and shivering. She hugged Aryan tightly, and kissed him much more. Their  tongues entwined with each other as they shared another passionate kiss. She looked anew into Aryan's eyes, seeing deeply all his love and care for her. She then placed her hand gently on his cheek, and said, “Te amo.” “I love you, too,” Aryan kissed her forehead. “Marry me,” Isabella said, her eyes twinkled. “How do you say, 'Yes, I will.' in Spanish?”

Isabella smiled. “Sí, lo hare.” Aryan gently kissed her lips, and repeated, “Sí, lo hare, my love.” A cheerful smile lit up Isabella's face. They then gave each other warm and cosy hugs, while cuddling and snuggling on the bed. “Pick up that diary, Hun,” Aryan said, pointing to his diary kept on the bedside table. Isabella picked up the diary and gave it to Aryan. “Let me recite some of my poems I wrote for you,” he said. His arms still wrapped around Isabella, and her head rested on his chest, as he recited to her the poems he had written for her. Isabella listened to each poem, amazed at his talent and feeling blessed by his love. “Thank  you for loving me so much, mi amor,” she said. She hugged him tightly and gave him a sweet peck on his cheek. “Tonight is the best night of my life.” Aryan smiled, and gently kissed her lips. “There are more nights to come, Bella. We will always be together. Trust me.” “I trust you, Aryan.” Isabella smiled contentedly. He kissed her forehead and kept caressing her hair while she fell asleep, her head still resting on his chest. It was indeed a special night for Isabella and Aryan, a night when they both expressed their love for each other. Before going to sleep, Aryan carefully picked up his diary again, without disturbing Isabella's sleep, and wrote a poem to express his first night with his love, Isabella. The poem Aryan wrote in his diary, about their first special night: “Moments: Like Never Before

This is the night, we always dreamed of  lone you and me; Moments like never before… Come in my arms, let's reprise our love  Lose yourself in me, as stars in the sky above...

Vanilla candles are lit, red roses are around  You're in my arms, with only love to surround… Soft music is in the air, how romantically plays  Let's make this our night with no further delays...

can feel the fragrance of your breath The touch of your fingers around my neck…

The warmth of your lips gently touching mine Caressing in love, the moments so divine...

brush my fingers through your silky hair  Cute kisses and pecks with lots of care… ugging and cuddling, making love together  lessings from above; truly made for each other...

ow heavenly, my love, you look tonight  The glow on your face, your smile so bright… ow blessed I'm to be so loved by you  Like Romeo and Juliet, our love is so true...

This is the night, we will always remember   Full of love and our souls surrender… Stay in my arms, I want to love you much more These are our moments; Moments like never before.

 For My Isabella, With Love, Aryan.”

7. A Moment of Truth

The next morning, Aryan woke up late, but did not find Isabella next to him. “Bella!” he called out, stretching his arms and back, expecting her to be in the washroom or  kitchen. He was still cherishing the beautiful moments spent with her last night. Her mesmerising fragrance was all over him. A smile touched his lips, remembering those intimate and precious moments. “Where are you, Hun?” he called out again, getting off the bed. He walked out of his room, and looked into the kitchen. She was not there. He lazily sauntered towards the washroom, expecting her  to be there. “Sweetheart!” he called, opening the washroom door. She was not there as well. He could not find Isabella anywhere. Her clothes were not there, neither her bag nor her phone.

“Where did she go?” he apprehensively muttered, as he stood in his room, hands on his hips. Worried thoughts started to haunt his mind. Suddenly his gaze fell over a piece of white paper, kept on top o the bedside table. His heartbeats increased as he walked towards the table, and picked up the paper  ith nervous hands. It was a note for him, from Isabella. “My Love, Aryan, Yesterday was the most beautiful day of my life, and yesterday night was the most precious night ever... I know you love me truly. It's just my misfortune that I cannot love you in return.  Forget me, Aryan. I'm sorry. Hope you will understand me.  Isabella”

Aryan stood there for a long moment, stunned into silence. A cold tremor rippled through his spine. A downcast expression spread over his face. “Where the hell is my phone!” he panicked. He tumbled through the pillows, searched the bed sheets, the sofa seats, and ultimately found his phone in the pocket of his pants, which he discarded last night. After grabbing his phone, he immediately dialled Isabella's contact number. Her mobile phone as switched-off, and his call reached her voicemail. “Oh damn!” he cried, feeling exasperated, as the voicemail asked him to leave a message for her. “Hey, Bella, where are you? I mean… Talk to me once, okay? I… I'm sure we will sort out any  problem. Please call me. Love you,” Aryan stuttered, as he left a voicemail for her. He then hurriedly got dressed, and grabbed his car keys. “It's a Sunday, so there is no chance that she would go to her  college,” he mumbled, and headed straight to her residence. Aryan was extremely worried. He drove his Audi like a Ferrari, and literally flew past London roads. He kept trying Isabella's mobile number, impatiently, but every time his call diverted to her  voicemail. He was getting more and more restless, and worried as he drove towards her apartment. Shockwaves were flowing through his spine, bad thoughts were bothering his mind, and he was not sure if he would be able to find her at her apartment or not! He was also not sure whether he would  be able to see her again or not! He left seventeen voicemails for her in the twenty-five minutes of his drive. Finally, he reached Isabella's apartment building and quickly parked his car. He did not even  bother to lock it, and frantically ran towards her flat. As soon as he reached near the lift zone, he saw Isabella coming out of the lift, holding a luggage in her hand. He took a breather to see her, at last. Isabella looked at Aryan, but did not say a word. She was looking deeply upset. “Where are you going?” Aryan panted. Isabella stood silent, holding her luggage. “Bella, talk to me!” exclaimed Aryan, loudly. He moved forward, cupped her shoulders, and kept looking at her. Isabella did not reply. Her eyes were down, and she looked extremely dejected.

“I'm talking to you, Bella. Where are you going?” Aryan asked again, in a toned down voice. Still, Isabella did not reply. “I mean… everything was so perfect yesterday. We shared the most important moments of our  lives. And today, you just left without telling me, and leaving me with that damn note!” Aryan cried, raising his hands in disbelief and frustration. “What am I supposed to do without you, Hun?” he asked, looking at her, many questions expressed over his face. Isabella looked deeply disturbed. She began to sob, and tears streamed down her cheeks. “Bella…” Aryan lovingly wrapped his arms around her, cradling her head against his chest. “Don't cry. I love you.” Isabella did not hug him, though her bag dropped on the ground. “What's the matter, Hun?” he asked very politely, wiping her tears, and then gently placing his hands around her cheeks. “Yesterday, you asked me to never leave you. And today, you just left me, ithout any reason.” Isabella stayed mum. “Say something, Bella. Your silence is killing me,” Aryan pleaded. “Don't you love me?” “I can't,” Isabella finally replied, glumly. She then looked at Aryan with tearful eyes. “I can't love you, Aryan,” she cried, and stepped back. “That's why I'm going far away from you, back to Spain.” Aryan was flabbergasted. Words froze in his throat, as he listened to her, shocked! “You're the most perfect man for me. I fell in love with you,” Isabella accepted, wiping her  tears. “Yes, yesterday was the best day for me too, and I'll cherish that whole life. However, I forgot that I'm not destined to love anyone. My mistake! I'm sorry.” Her voice was as if she was about to cry again. “Bella,” Aryan hugged her again. “Don't cry, Hun. I can't see you like this.” He held her hands, and looked into her eyes. “I love you, and I know you love me too. We both are together. We can face any difficulty or any problem of this world. Love together. Live together. Die together,” he assured. Isabella listened to him, while he continued, “You are the only one with whom I want to live ith, and the only one without whom, I cannot live.” Aryan placed his hands around her cheeks and kissed her tear-filled eyes. He then hugged her, and lovingly stroked her hair, to comfort her. Isabella felt much better with his comforting hugs and kisses. She inched closer, wrapped her arms around him, and rested her head on his chest. “Do you trust me?” asked Aryan. Isabella nodded in 'Yes.'

“Then why do you worry, Hun?” asked Aryan. “What did you think, you will leave me without telling and I'll forget you? I would have searched for you around the world, because my love for you is true.” He then looked into her eyes, and said, “I love you a lot, Bella… and believe me when I say, a lot means A LOT!” “Te amo con locura, mi cariño. Eres mi vida, mi alma,” Isabella replied, and hugged him again. She meant that she too loved him insanely, and he was her life and soul. “Oh, Bella, sometimes I may not understand what you say, but your eyes tell me what you wish to convey… and your eyes convey only one name… and that's mine,” said Aryan, looking into her  eyes, and then lovingly kissed her forehead. “Now, let's go inside.” Isabella nodded, and wiped her wet eyes. Aryan picked her luggage, wrapped other arm around her shoulder, and took her back to her apartment. *** “Take this, Bella.” Aryan offered Isabella a glass of water, and then sat down next to her, while she was sitting cross-legged on her bed. “Now, tell me... What's the matter?” Isabella stayed mum, still looking upset. “Bella, I love you,” said Aryan, placing his loving hand over hers. “How you say in Spanish… hmm... Te…Te amo,” he smiled, trying to make her feel better. A brief smile touched Isabella's lips. “Te amo,” she replied, sweetly. Aryan smiled. “I love you too, and I'm here for you, to listen to your every problem,” he assured, holding her hand. “My daddy…” Isabella faltered. “My daddy is a big businessman, one of the richest men in Spain. And, he wants me to marry his best friend's son - Ethan.” Aryan listened to her, attentively. “Ethan's father, Uncle Mark, and my dad are business partners, so they want to convert their   business relations into a family relation. But… no amo a Ethan… I do not love him. He is cruel, a rude man with no heart. He and his father want to acquire the whole business, and my dad does not see this! And sometimes… sometimes I feel that Ethan is just physically interested in me!” Isabella's words were marked with disappointment and frustration, and Aryan noticed that. “Hmm, so that's the problem. Not a big deal,” he responded coolly, caressing her palm with his fingers. “It is a big deal, Aryan. You don't know Ethan. He will kill us both,” Isabella fretted. “So, you fear death?” asked Aryan. “No,” Isabella replied confidently, and kept looking into his eyes. “But I do not want to put you in trouble because of me,” she lovingly placed her caring hand on his cheek.

“Bella, we love each other. Love is not always a bed of roses. Sometimes lovers have to face the tough tides, too,” replied Aryan, holding her hand and then kissing it. “And if you love me truly, then what's the problem? Live together, die together,” he added, and then hugged her in his arms. Isabella, too, wrapped her arms around him, and rested her head on his chest. She felt a lot  better in her lover's arms. “I want to have babies,” she said, all of a sudden, and smiled. “What?!” A smile appeared on Aryan's face, too. “We will have lots of babies, Hun,” he said, rapping his arms tightly around Isabella. “We will get married soon. But let's first try to settle this matter peacefully,” he added, caressing her back, and thinking how to solve this sensitive problem. “Neither my father nor Ethan will agree.” Isabella released the hug and looked at Aryan with orried eyes. “Let's try, Hun. It's better to solve this by making friends, instead of making enemies. You just hold on to me,” assured Aryan. Isabella smiled, and nodded. “Now, you will not go to Spain alone. I'll come with you,” said Aryan. “Trust me.” Isabella smiled again. “I trust you.” She rested her head on his chest, and relaxed herself. “How do you say 'I love you' in India?” she asked after a moment, raising her head from his chest, and looking into his eyes, with a smile over her face. “Main tumse pyaar karta hun,” replied Aryan, in Hindi, giving a sufficient gap in each word. “But you've to say 'karti'  instead of 'karta' .”

“ Main tumse… What?” Isabella tried to repeat. “Pyaar karti hoon,” Aryan completed for her. “Main tumse pyaar karti hun,” Isabella murmured, and then repeated a few times to memorize

the lines. “Awesome, Hun, you look so cute when you speak Hindi. Love you for this!” exclaimed Aryan, excitedly. He hugged her again and gently kissed her lips. “Everything will be alright, Hun,” he reassured. “Just stay with me... always.” Isabella smiled, and wrapped her arms tightly around Aryan. “I'm always with you, mi amor,” she replied, and kissed his cheek. Isabella was much more relaxed and confident now. Aryan, her love, was with her, and they  both were ready to face the world.

PART 2 SPAIN 8. Time to Face the World

“Santina will be coming to receive us,” Isabella informed Aryan, while fastening her seatbelt. Their flight was about to land at the Madrid-Barajas Airport. Aryan thought for a moment, recollecting the name. “Santina... Your childhood friend?” he then asked, glancing at her. “Yeah,” Isabella sighed, nodding briefly. Aryan looked at her again. She seemed apprehensive. “Something bothering you, Hun?” he asked, lovingly placing his hand over her cheek. “No,” Isabella shook her head. “I mean… Yes.” “Hey, Bella, tell me what's bothering you?” Aryan asked again, holding her hand. His tone was soft and loving. Isabella raised her worried eyes, and looked at him. She then grabbed his arm, rather firmly, and replied, “I don't want to lose you, Aryan.” Her words were a mere whisper, and her voice was as if she was about to cry. She rested her head on his shoulder, and tried to relax. Aryan smiled, and kissed her forehead. He knew what was going through Isabella's mind and heart. He knew that she needed him, knew that she wanted him to be with her… always. “Don't worry, Bella. You will never lose me,” he assured, tenderly caressing her hair. “My family, Ethan, his family, everyone will be against us,” Isabella fretted. Aryan could feel the entrenched tension in her quivering voice. “I'm with you, Hun,” he reassured. “Don't worry. Just go home, relax, and talk to your father. I'm sure he loves you, and will definitely listen to you.” “Yeah, he loves me,” Isabella sighed. “But he loves his money, too. Daddy always wanted me to be married to a rich man… someone who is as rich as he is!” “And you?” “I always desired to marry someone who loves me for who I am. Someone, who does not love me just because I'm rich… one who will love me and care for me till the end of time. And that man is you, Aryan,” replied Isabella, clutching his arm more tightly. She then lifted her head from his

shoulder, looked into his eyes, and said, “Te amo.” “I love you too, Hun, and I'll never break this trust of yours,” replied Aryan, and gently kissed her lips. Isabella smiled, and nodded to show her confidence in their love. “Just be with me, Bella. We will face the world, together,” he assured, holding her hand. “I'm always with you, Aryan,” she replied with a perfect 'Isabella' smile, a smile that made Aryan fall in love with her, a smile so sweet and adorable, that Aryan could do anything to achieve it each day. “This looks like a beautiful city!” exclaimed Aryan excitedly, staring outside the window as their flight landed at the airport. “Sí, Madrid is a big city, the capital of Spain, and a beautiful one too,” Isabella answered, hile collecting her luggage from the cabin. “I see. That's why Spanish girls are so beautiful. They come from such a fantastic place,” quipped Aryan, nudging her naughtily. An adoring smile spread over Isabella's face. Suddenly her vibrating mobile phone caught her  attention. “This is Santina's call,” she said, and answered the call. “Hola, mi amiga, Santina! ¿Como estas?” Isabella elatedly spoke over the phone. She meant, “Hello, my friend, Santina. How are you?” “Nuestro vuelo ha aterrizado. Nos esperan en el café de Costa, vale?” Isabella informed Santina that her flight had landed, and asked her to wait in the Costa Coffee. Aryan looked at Isabella, trying to decipher what she was saying over the phone. “Sí, Aryan está conmigo,” Isabella spoke over the phone, while smiling at Aryan and clutching his hand firmly. “Hasta pronto,” she said to mean 'see you soon,' and ended the call. “You said something about me, I guess,” asked Aryan, mystified at the quickly spoken language. “I informed Santina that you are with me,” Isabella smiled. “She is eager to meet you, and aiting for us in the Costa Coffee, close to the parking,” she added, as they walked out of the airport. “Santinaaaaa…” Isabella shouted elatedly, as she waved her hand and ran towards her friend. Aryan, holding his luggage, sauntered towards the two young and beautiful Spanish women. “Santina, this is Aryan, the love of my life. And, Aryan… this is Santina, my best friend since childhood,” said Isabella, excitedly, introducing Aryan and Santina to each other. “Hello, Santina,” greeted Aryan, extending his hand for a handshake. He noticed that Santina too, like Isabella, was somewhere in her mid-twenties. She had sharp features, lovely dark-brown eyes and an enticingly gorgeous face, something that Aryan felt, was common in most of the Spanish omen. Her hair was naturally curly, and she was an inch or two shorter than Isabella. Dressed in a

 pair of faded blue jeans and a sleeveless white top, while her 'DG' goggles carefully resting over her  head, she looked pretty attractive. “Aryan… it's so good to see you.” Santina smiled sweetly, and shook hands with him. “Isbie talks a lot about you, and you are perfect, just like she told me.” Aryan glanced at Isabella, and shared a smile with her. “How was your flight?” asked Santina. “It was fine, thanks,” answered Aryan, and then sat at the back seat, while Isabella slid into the front seat, next to Santina. “The flight of our love will take off now, Santina. This is the big time,” Isabella sighed, nervously. Santina rested her comforting hand over her best friend's shoulder. “Don't worry, Isbie. Love always succeeds.” Isabella nodded quietly. “What is your plan, by the way?” asked Santina, as she drove towards the main city of Madrid. “Plan? Our plan is to get married and have babies,” Isabella replied mischievously, more to reduce the tension within herself. “Lots of babies!” Aryan laughed, and they all shared a cheerful laugh, before settling into a silence. “Santina, our plan is to try and settle things peacefully,” said Aryan. “If everything fails, then Bella and I will have to go to some part of the world and live happily.” Santina gave a thought to Aryan's plan. “What about Ethan?” she glanced at Aryan through the rear-view mirror. “He is not a good man. Isbie must have told you about him.” Aryan furrowed his eyebrows, and nodded. “Hmm, she has.” Isabella glanced over her shoulder, and looked at Aryan. “Honey, you will be staying with Santina and her parents till the situation is resolved. She stays in Coslada, around fifteen kilometres from my house in Madrid,” she said. “No, Bella! I'll stay as close to you as possible,” rejoined Aryan, instantly. “I'll take a room in any nearby hotel. You may need me anytime, Hun.” “That is a better plan, Isbie,” suggested Santina. “You never know how your family or Ethan ill react. It will be good if Aryan is somewhere nearby.” “Hmm... Okiedokie,” Isabella acquiesced, after giving a quick thought to their suggestion. “Wow! What is this?” Aryan excitedly asked, all of a sudden, pointing towards a beautiful sculpture, carved out of pure white marble, shining in the bright mid-day sun. Surrounded by fountains, the sculpture looked a masterpiece.

Both Isabella and Santina swivelled their gaze, where Aryan was pointing. “This is the iconic symbol of Madrid - 'Cibeles Fountain',” answered Isabella, while Santina drove past it. “It depicts the Goddess of Nature, sitting on a chariot which is pulled by two lions.” “It is spectacular,” marvelled Aryan, absorbing the finesse and beauty of the sculpture he just saw. “Yes, it is.” Isabella smiled. “Honey, you take Santina's contact number,” she then said, and read the number from her phone. “Take my home contact number as well. But do not call me. I'll call you.” “Okay, no problem. I'll wait for your call,” replied Aryan, storing the numbers in his phone. “How far is your house from here?” “Very close… five minutes drive from here,” Isabella replied. “Perfect. Santina, please stop the car then,” Aryan suddenly said, staring outside the window o the car. “This looks like a fine hotel to me. I'll book a room here,” he added, looking back at Isabella. “You sure, honey?” asked Isabella, concerned, while Santina parked the car at the roadside. “Yes, Bella,” replied Aryan, confidently. “Okay, my love.” Isabella looked sad. “Bella, don't worry. Everything will be fine,” assured Aryan. “I'm here now, plus we have God's blessings. And, remember... we will have lots of babies,” he winked, to bring some smile on Isabella's glum face. Isabella nodded and smiled, but her smile faded as quickly as it had come. “Santina, I'll call you,” Aryan said, looking at her. He then stepped out of the car, holding his  bag-pack. “Sure, Aryan. Take care, okay?” replied Santina. “I will,” replied Aryan, and then again looked at Isabella. She did not want to leave him, even for a single moment, and he understood her feelings through her glum eyes. “Bella… Te amo mucho,” he lovingly said. Sweet and loving words of Aryan brought a real smile on Isabella's face. “I love you, too, Aryan,” she replied. Santina looked at the couple in love, and a smile touched her lips as well. “God will help you guys.” She started the ignition of the car, and then drove past Aryan. Aryan waved them goodbye, and then walked towards the hotel. He stared at the glow-sign  board, and for the next few seconds, he just tried to pronounce the name of the hotel. “Ser… Serco… tel Meni… nas… Phew! Such a complicated name!” “Hola, señor, ¿Qué podemos hacer por usted?” asked the gorgeous Spanish woman at the

reception, on seeing Aryan walking towards her.  Now, what the hell does that mean? Aryan muttered in his thoughts, looking at the receptionist,

 perplexed. “Hello. I'm sorry, but I don't know Spanish. I need a room to stay… a room,” he gesticulated, trying to explain her. “Room?” she smiled. “No problem, I know English.” “Oh! Great.” Aryan felt much better, knowing that he did not have to brainstorm with her in Spanish anymore. “What is the charge for the room?” “52 Euros per night.” “Okay.” “For how many nights do you wish to stay, sir?” she asked, as she opened her booking register. Aryan thought for a moment, and then replied, “I'm not sure. I'm here for some work. That work  may be done in one day, or maybe take a week or more.” “I see,” the receptionist said. “You may pay on a daily basis, if you prefer.” “That sounds good,” replied Aryan, and gave her the money. “Gracias.” She took the money from him, and made some entries in her register and computer. “121 is your room number. Enjoy your stay, sir,” she said, handing him his room key. “Gracias, señorita,” replied Aryan, showing off his little acquaintance of Spanish language. The receptionist smiled. “¡De nada!” Suddenly Aryan's little confidence of speaking Spanish shattered. “I'm sorry. I didn't get what you just said.” He forced out a nervous smile. She smiled again. “I mean, you're welcome.” Aryan replied to her with a smile.  It's amazing! All women in Spain are so gorgeous, and all  of them have a beautiful smile, he murmured in his thoughts while walking towards his room. He opened the door of his room, and placed his bag-pack on the large double-bed. He then gazed all around, and instantly felt surrounded by the rich Spanish culture. The theme of the room was red and yellow, highlighting the two most significant colours of Spain. His gaze fell over a small replica of 'Las Ventas,' the famous bull ring of Madrid, where brave men, dressed in shiny, colourful attire, demonstrate their power and courage in the game of bullfighting. He picked up the replica and studied it, wondering how gutsy those men are who participate in such death-defying games. He then looked around at the walls, decorated with various pictures depicting Spain's history. He placed the replica of the 'Las Ventas' back onto the bedside table, and moved towards those  pictures. He studied the picture of a large Roman Catholic Church in Barcelona, named 'Sagrada Familia'. He learnt that the church, though incomplete, is a part of UNESCO World Heritage Site. He quickly moved on to the next frame, a large collage highlighting Spain's supremacy in the field o

sports. “That's Villa, that's Xavi,” he murmured, studying one of the pictures in the collage, tagged as '2010 FIFA World Champions'. Among the various pictures of the sports personalities, he easily recognised every member of his favourite Barcelona football team, picture of 'Rafael Nadal' biting the '2010 Wimbledon trophy', and picture of 'Fernando Alonso' after winning the '2006 F1 Grand Prix.' The next photo frame made him wrinkle his nose, and then made him smile, too. It was the  photo of the 'La Tomatina' festival, and it reminded him the Holi festival of India. Instead of colours, as in the case of Holi, he learnt that Spaniards enjoy this festival by throwing tomatoes at each other. At the first instance, he felt weird to be drenched in a tomato puree. At that particular moment, he inced and wrinkled his nose. However, on second thought, he imagined how it would feel to enjoy this festival with Isabella. Suddenly, a wrinkled nose made way for a smile, as he dreamt with open eyes, enjoying the 'La Tomatina' festival with her. He then strolled towards the window of his room, and pulled the curtains aside. “Awesome view,” he murmured, gazing out of the room's window. He could see a clear blue sky, lush-green surroundings, marvelously designed buildings, and vaguely visible mountain range of 'Sierra de Guadarrama.' “Spain is indeed very beautiful - scenic surroundings, beautiful people, unbelievable architecture, nice weather,” he murmured, taking off his leather jacket, and placing it on the chair. He then lay down on the bed, and tried to relax. However, he knew that he would be completely relaxed only after the approval of Isabella's parents. Her father's riches and status were making him nervous. Somewhere, he was also thinking about Ethan. He had heard enough about him, both from Isabella and Santina. He wondered how much harm Ethan could cause him and his relationship with Isabella. Meanwhile, Santina and Isabella reached the latter's family mansion. Isabella's father, Mr. Valentine Torres, nicknamed Valen, was one of the richest and reputed men in Spain. Hence calling his house as a 'mansion' would be an understatement. His mansion was nothing less than a big and luxurious palace. “Are you nervous?” Santina asked Isabella, driving her car through the giant wrought-iron entrance gate of the palace. The security guards, dressed in a typical red and yellow uniform, smiled and waved at Isabella, as Santina drove past them. Isabella silently shook her head to answer Santina's question. “I'm not seeing the usual happiness on your face,” said Santina, stopping her car right in front of a wide, semi-circular, marble staircase that led to the main wooden door of the palace building. “You used to be very excited to meet your parents.” “I'm fine,” Isabella rejoined, picking up her handbag, and then stepped out of the car. Santina accompanied her. Upon reaching the main door, Isabella rang the doorbell. She could feel the tension and nervousness within her  After a minute, David, the household's old manservant, opened the door. “Isabella!” he exclaimed, happily surprised. A smile lit up his wrinkled face. “¿Cómo está usted?” he asked,

enquiring how she was, grabbing the luggage and ushering them. Isabella smiled. “Estoy bien, David,” she replied, to mean 'I'm ok', and then walked into her  house, along with Santina. “Daddyyyyyy,” Isabella screamed elatedly, and ran towards her father, Valen, who was sitting in the living room, reading a newspaper. Valen was one of the richest and successful businessmen in Spain. Despite him being into his mid-forties, he had a perfectly fit physique, though his dark brown, neatly cut, hair had some greyish streaks. There was always a sense of seriousness and toughness on his face, but by heart, he was kind and loving. A sudden surprise flashed on his face, on seeing Isabella, and it instantly converted into a grin. “Isabella! Mi hija!” He left everything he was doing and swiftly sprang up, and rushed towards his 'hija' (daughter), to hug her. They both hugged each other with love, care and happiness. Valen then kissed Isabella's cheeks and forehead. He was delighted to see his daughter, all of a sudden. “¿Cómo está?” he asked, cupping Isabella's shoulders, the smile not leaving his face. “Soy bueno, Daddy,” replied Isabella, to mean 'I'm good', and hugged her father once more. “Hola, Santina,” greeted Valen, looking at his daughter's best friend. “Hola, Uncle,” replied Santina. Valen returned his gaze towards Isabella, and hugged her again. “¿Por qué no nos informan antes de venir?” he asked, enquiring why Isabella did not inform him that she was coming. “I wanted to give you a surprise, Daddy,” Isabella answered happily, her arms still around her  father, hugging him. “Great! Your English is improving,” Valen appreciated, cupping her shoulders. “Yes. I can speak English very well now, just like mommy,” Isabella replied confidently, and they hugged each other once more. “Sit here, next to me,” Valen said to Isabella, and then looked at Santina. “You also come and sit here, my child.” They all settled themselves in the big, spacious living room, a room equipped with the most luxurious and classy furniture and amenities. Valen looked at David, and instructed, “David, please take the luggage to the room, and bring something for my daughters to drink and eat.” Meanwhile, Aryan thought to call Santina, and let her know his hotel and room number. “Excuse me, let me take this call,” said Santina, as she saw her phone ringing. She swiftly arose and answered the call. “Hello,” she whispered, walking out of the living room, so that no one could overhear her.

“Hey, Santina, it's me - Aryan.” “Aryan! How are you? You got the room?” “Yes. I'm staying at Ser… Ser… Wait! Let me check the hotel name,” said Aryan, failing to recollect the complex name. He checked the room keys, and tried to read the name from there. “The name is Ser co tel Meni nas,” he informed, breaking the name in easy syllables. “Room number is 121.” “Okay. Sercotel Meninas, room 121,” Santina repeated, to confirm. “Perfect. Please give these details to Isabella, and ask her to call me when she gets some time, okay?” “Sure. I'll do that,” replied Santina, and then said, “Aryan… all the best.” “Thank you so much, Santina.” They both ended the call, and Santina came back into the living room. “Is everything okay, dear?” Valen asked Santina. “Yes, Uncle, just a friend's call,” Santina replied nonchalantly, and sat next to Isabella. She then stealthily motioned Isabella to indicate that it was Aryan's call. “Daddy, where is mommy?” asked Isabella, as she looked everywhere but could not find her  mother around. “Catherine is out for shopping, and will be back soon. She will be delighted to see you,” Valen grinned. “I'll inform her that our lovely daughter is here.” “Okay, Daddy. Let me go to my room. I need some rest,” said Isabella, and arose. “Sure. Take a good rest, sweetie. You must be tired.” Valen arose and gave Isabella a warm hug. “Santina, come along with me,” called Isabella, as she began to walk towards her room. Santina arose, and went along with Isabella. They entered the room and locked the door from inside. “Aryan called me,” informed Santina. “He is staying in 'Sercotel Meninas' hotel... room number 121.” She then took out a pen from her clutch-bag, and wrote the name of the hotel and the room number on a piece of paper. “Keep it,” she said, giving the paper to Isabella. “Muchas gracias, Santina. You have been a great support,” expressed Isabella, and hugged her   best friend. Santina smiled. “Anything for you, Isbie.” Isabella smiled, and then sat on the bed, cross-legged. Santina sat down next to her. “Are you ready to take this plunge?” asked Santina, sounding concerned. “I mean, your parents

may agree, but you know about Ethan.” Isabella smiled. “No need to worry, Santina. Aryan is with me, and we will fight all the difficulties,” she confidently replied. Somehow, after meeting her father, she was feeling more  positive. “That's my buddy,” said Santina, appreciating Isabella's confidence. “Be happy like this always. I'm leaving now. Stay in touch, and remember, I'm here for both of you,” she reassured, and then arose to leave. “Oh, you're leaving too soon?” asked Isabella, surprised. “I wish you could stay here for some time.” Her tone dropped an octave. “I'm sorry, Isbie, but I can't stay longer. My parents asked me to come soon. They must be aiting,” replied Santina. “But you call me anytime, okay?” “Okiedokie.” Isabella arose from the bed, and hugged Santina. “We will need your help. I'll call you to inform about our plans.” “Alright... tener cuidado, Isbie,” replied Santina, saying 'take care,' as she hugged Isabella once again, and then left. Isabella locked the door again, and immediately dialled Aryan's mobile number. “Hi, honey. How are you? Missing me? Muaaaah,” she asked lovingly, and then blew a kiss for Aryan over the  phone. “Mmmm,” said Aryan, savouring the virtual kiss. “I love your kisses, and love you much more, Bella. I'm good. Yes, missing you a lot already!” “I'm missing you too, my love,” cried Isabella, babyishly. “Santina has given me your hotel name and room number.” “Okay. Did you meet your parents?” Aryan nervously asked. “Sí, I met my daddy. He is so happy to see me. Mum is not at home... will talk to her when she is back. My parents are not a major concern. I'm worried about Ethan, and his father,” Isabella answered, sounding concerned. “Don't worry, Bella. Just talk to your parents first,” said Aryan. “If you want, I can come to meet them, and…” “No, no, no. I'll talk to them first,” Isabella hastily interrupted. “Okay. We will see about Ethan later. Don't be afraid, Hun. I'm with you. If everything fails, we ill get married and flee to any part of this world, maybe India. No one will be able to trace us there,” Aryan assured. Suddenly, Isabella heard a knock on her room's door. “Hey, honey, talk to you later, someone at the door, bye,” Isabella hurriedly whispered, and disconnected the call. She then opened the door, and found her mother, Catherine, standing there.

Isabella was completely on her mother. Catherine was tall, and her heart-warming, motherly smile successfully hid any wrinkles on her otherwise beautiful face. Her dark brown hair was artistically folded in a bun, and her designer sea-green gown and diamond ornaments reflected her  class. “Mommyyyy!” Isabella screamed excitedly, and hugged Catherine. “You surprised all of us, my kiddo. You didn't inform us about your visit,” said Catherine, hugging Isabella. “How are you, Mommy? I missed you so so so much.” Isabella kept hugging her mother. Catherine kissed Isabella's forehead. “I missed you too, my dear.” “Mum, I'm here for a special reason,” said Isabella. “Come here and sit.” Isabella held her mother's hand, and moved towards the bed. She then sat on the bed, crosslegged. Catherine pulled a chair for herself, and sat near her daughter. “You look worried, my daughter,” said Catherine, getting concerned. She rose from the chair, sat on the bed, and then placed her hand over her daughter's hand. “Mum, I want to share something very important with you. I request you to please listen to me  before advising or saying anything to me,” said Isabella. “You can share anything with me, my dear,” Catherine smiled, squeezing her daughter's hand. Isabella saw an assurance and confidence in her mother's eyes and voice. “Mum… I'm in love ith someone,” she began, tentatively. Catherine's eyebrows instantly rose in a shock and surprise. “What?! What are you saying, Isabella?” The smile vanished from her face. “Mum, please let me complete,” requested Isabella. “I don't know how it happened. I just got attracted towards him, and we fell in love. He is the man who loves me for who I am. He is the man ho does not care if I'm rich or not. He just loves me truly, and I love him too, and we both want to get married,” she said, while Catherine listened to her, dumbstruck. “Who is he? What does he do? Where did you meet him?” Catherine popped up so many questions to her. “His name is Aryan,” replied Isabella, politely. “He is an Indian, but owns a dance academy in London.” Catherine gave a worried look. “Mum, he has come here with me. He wants to meet you and dad, and ask for my hand,” Isabella added. “What?! Have you gone mad?” Catherine demurred. “Your dad will never agree! However, even if he does agree somehow… What about Ethan? He will never agree. You know him!”

Isabella cupped her mother's shoulders, and said, “I don't care about Ethan and his family. You and dad are my family. If you both are ready, then we will face all the odds against us. You and daddy had a love marriage, too. You are British, he is a Spaniard… you should understand our feelings.” Catherine took a deep breath. “Sweetie, you don't understand. Ok, I agree, Aryan may be the  best man for you. But your dad has already fixed your marriage date with Ethan. He was about to inform you soon. And, everyone knows that you are going to marry Ethan!” “Mum, I'm not married to Ethan yet,” Isabella argued, respectfully. “I just want your approval. If you wish, I can take you to meet Aryan. I'm sure you will love him. Daddy will understand, because you have a marriage based on love too,” she said, trying her best to convince her mother. Catherine went into a deep silence for a few seconds. She took some moments to absorb what her daughter had just said. She then looked at Isabella, and saw sincerity in her daughter's eyes. “Okay, my dear. I just want your happiness. If you feel that Aryan is perfect for you, and can keep you happy, then go ahead. Your mother is with you,” she replied, resting her reassuring hand on Isabella's shoulder. “Oh, Mommy, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!” Isabella cried happily, and instantly hugged her  mother. An uncontrollable smile spread over her face. “Aryan would be so happy to know this! You know, he said to me, it is better to solve the things by making friends, instead of making enemies,” she said, excitedly. “I love you too, my kiddo,” replied Catherine. “If Aryan really said that, then I'm feeling you have made a right choice,” she lovingly patted her daughter's cheek. Isabella smiled. “I'll talk to daddy tomorrow morning. I just hope he agrees too.” “I hope he does. Now, you take some rest, baby,” Catherine replied. “Thank you, Mum. You are the best!” exclaimed Isabella, happily, and hugged her mother once more. “You are the best, too.” Catherine kissed Isabella's cheek, then arose and walked out of the room. Isabella instantly dialled Aryan's contact number. “Hi, Honey. I'm so happy. Guess what?” she spoke, excitedly. “Hey, Bella, you sound so excited. What happened?” asked Aryan, sensing some good news. “I talked to mommy, and she has agreed. Hurray!” Isabella screamed elatedly. “Wow, this is awesome! I told you, I'm so good, your parents will never say no to me,” Aryan laughed. “Very funny,” Isabella giggled. “I'll talk to daddy tomorrow. But there is a problem. He has already fixed my marriage date with Ethan.” “Don't worry, sweetheart,” replied Aryan. “Just talk to your father, and let me know if you want

me to come and meet him.” “No, no, no. You don't come. I'll talk to him first,” Isabella replied. “Okay. Bella, I love you, and I'm with you always.” “I love you too, honey.” “Now, you take some rest. I'll rent a car, and buy some road maps,” said Aryan. “I don't know for how many days we have to stay here.” “I'm so sorry, love. I've put you in a lot of trouble. Your academy, your work is there in London,” Isabella said, her voice dropped. “Anything for love, Bella... And, Kaka and a few junior teachers are there to handle things,” Aryan replied, confidently. “Just take a good rest, Hun. Love you a lot.” “Love you too, Aryan. Muaaaah.” Both hung the phone, and Aryan walked out of the hotel to buy some local maps and route information of Spain. He also hired a rental car. Isabella, on the other hand, tried to relax while lying in her bed. She had mixed feelings in her heart. She was worried, tense, yet happy as well. Her  mother had agreed with her choice, and now it was up to her father, Valen.

9. A Father's Consent

Isabella was standing beside the window of her room on the first floor, relishing the freshness of the early morning breeze. The sun, though not too hot, was showering its golden brightness over  glowing daffodils and multi-coloured tulips, blossoming in the well-manicured garden surrounding the palace building. She gazed at those beautiful flowers, and thought of the best possible way to convince her father, a herculean task, especially because of his strong admiration for Ethan. She was also a little afraid of his possible stern reaction, but she had no other option but to talk to him, before it was too late. After gathering all her confidence, Isabella came downstairs from her room. She saw her  father, Valen, sitting in the living room, reading a newspaper and having a cup of tea. “Hola, Daddy. Buenos dias.” Isabella hugged Valen, and wished him a very good morning. “Buenos dias, my dear.” Valen hugged Isabella, and then lovingly kissed her cheeks and forehead. “Did you sleep well?” “Yes, Daddy,” replied Isabella, and then sat next to him. Catherine came out of her room as she heard them talking. “Daddy, I want to share something very important with you,” Isabella began, tentatively. Valen smiled, and removed his glasses. He then folded the newspaper, and kept it on the table. “I too have very good news for you,” he replied, wrapping an arm around his daughter, intending to

share the marriage date he had fixed. “But you go ahead first.” Isabella gathered some more courage, and said, “Daddy, I love you. I know you love me too, and care for me. I also know that you will always take decisions that will benefit my future.” Valen nodded as he listened to her, with a smile on his face. Isabella continued politely, “But, Daddy, today I've taken one decision without asking you, the most important decision of my life. That is why I've come here to meet you, to share with you what I feel.” “Is everything alright, sweetie? You look tense,” said Valen. Suddenly his smile disappeared, sensing something serious was coming. Isabella kept playing nervously with her bracelet. She took a deep sigh, and finally spoke out, “Daddy, I'm in love with someone, and I want to marry him.” “WHAT?!” Valen exclaimed, agape. “Are you crazy? Who is he?” he frowned, rising from the sofa, in deep shock. Isabella became much more nervous by her father's sudden outburst. However, she had expected that. “Daddy, please calm down. Please listen to me once,” she requested, looking into his livid eyes. “His name is Aryan. He is an Indian, but lives in London. We both love each other, and ant to marry,” she announced, rather politely. “INDIAN? Are you out of your freaking mind?” Valen yelled, glaring at Isabella. “Who the hell is this Aryan? Okay, I know these men. They always chase beautiful and rich girls like you. He must  be playing with you!” “Daddy, your concern is obvious. However, Aryan is not like what you are thinking. He loves me for who I am. He has his own dance academy in London,” she explained further, calmly. “TO HELL WITH HIS DANCE ACADEMY!” Valen thundered. “Look at yourself. You are a  princess! You live in such a big palace. You have seen so many riches, and have enjoyed all the luxuries in this world. You are a daughter of the richest man in Spain, and you wish to marry that dancer?” Isabella remained calm. “Daddy, you have always given me the best, and I really thank you for  that. But I love Aryan. He loves me, too. He has come with me, all the way from London, to seek your   blessings. He does not need your riches or wealth. He just needs me.” Valen shook his head in disappointment and disagreement over Isabella's decision. “What about Ethan?” he asked, still glaring at Isabella. “You are engaged to him. I've already fixed your  marriage date. Ethan loves you, and will give you all the happiness of this world.” “Ethan does not love me, Daddy! And, I'm NOT formally engaged to him yet,” Isabella shot  back, without breaking her eye contact with her father. “His father, Uncle Mark, wants to acquire your   part of the business too. You never understand that. They want me because they want to take your  share of the business!”

Catherine approached as the daughter-father argument heated up. “At least meet Aryan, if she is so confident,” she suggested, looking at Valen. “Stay out of this, Catherine!” Valen shouted, pointing a finger at her wife. “It's a matter of our  daughter's happiness.” “And, I'm happy with Aryan,” interrupted Isabella, confidently. Valen instantly looked at Isabella, and then sat down on the sofa, his head buried in his hands. Isabella moved closer to her father, still sitting next to him, and then placed her hand over his shoulder. “You know, Daddy, I asked Aryan for us to marry in England. But he convinced me to seek  the blessing of my parents first. He told me to ask for your permission. That is why we are here,” she said, convincingly. Valen listened to her, while she added, “If he really needed your money, he could have easily married me, and then we would have informed you. That is not what he wants. You also married the oman you love, then how can you forget that love is beyond money, greed and riches?” “You are putting me in a lot of trouble, Isabella,” Valen sighed, leaning back on the sofa. “I have promised Mark, and he must have started the preparations as well. We have already announced your engagement and marriage with Ethan. Everyone in Madrid knows! Just an hour ago, Ethan called me, and I have informed him that you are here. He will be coming in the evening to meet you.” Valen was very tense. He knew it would be tough to convince Mark, but he also knew that it as impossible to convince Ethan to cancel the wedding now. “Daddy, Uncle Mark is your business partner and friend. If he is a real friend, then he will understand your problem. However, I do not care about Ethan and his family. What I do care about is, my family and the man I love,” Isabella replied, confidently. Valen looked at Isabella, and saw honesty, love and hope in his daughter's eyes. “I'll talk to Ethan,” Isabella said. “Although, it is going to be tough convincing him because o his stubborn attitude, I'll try. But, Daddy, if everything fails, then Aryan and I will elope and leave Spain. Then you can simply tell Uncle Mark that you do not know where we are. You can say that you tried to convince me, but I didn't agree.” Valen nodded, silently. “Ethan does not love me, Daddy, Aryan does. Even if I'm allowed just one day to live with him as his wife, that will be sufficient. I would prefer to die as Aryan's wife, rather than living an empty and lifeless existence with Ethan,” Isabella added, confidently. Valen looked at Isabella, and smiled. “You talk just like I used to do, when I was about your  age,” he lovingly patted her cheek. “Though I'm still very young,” he laughed. Isabella smiled. “Give Aryan a chance, Daddy, you will find your answers,” she requested. “Okay, okay. If he is that good a man, like your father is, ask him to meet me today,” replied

Valen, and smiled. “Oh thank you, Daddyyyyy!” Isabella screamed elatedly, and instantly hugged her father. “I love you. I'm so much happy!” she kept hugging him. “I'm sure you will love him,” she said joyfully, and then looked at her mother. “Mommy, I'm so happy!” Isabella arose, ran towards Catherine and hugged her too. “But, Isabella... Who will handle Ethan?” asked Valen, concerned. He arose, and sauntered towards Catherine and Isabella. Isabella looked at her father, and replied, “Ethan is coming this evening, you just told me. I'll try to explain to him. Honestly, I do not care about him. He is not my family, you are. If you are with me, then I hardly care about anyone.” Valen wrapped his arm around Isabella, and said, “Invite Aryan on lunch today. I want to see my daughter's choice.” “Oh, Daddy, I LOVE YOU SO VERY MUCH!” Isabella exclaimed happily, and hugged her  father once again. She then ran upstairs, to her room, and immediately dialled Aryan's phone number. She was shimmering in extreme happiness, and was very eager to convey this good news to him. “Te amo, mi Aryan, I love you so so so much!” Isabella spoke, excitedly. “Hey, Bella, I was waiting for your call. What happened? You sound so happy,” replied Aryan, sensing Isabella's excitement. “Yes, honey, I'm very happy. I talked to daddy. He wants to meet you, this afternoon at our  home, on lunch. Hurray!” she informed, the huge grin not living her face. “Really?” Aryan's eyes grew bigger in disbelief, yet happiness. “This is unbelievable! How did you… How did you manage that? Awesome, it is such great news. Your mom has agreed, and now your father wants to meet me. Love you, Hun. You managed everything all alone,” he replied, an uncontrollable smile on his face. “True love always wins, honey,” Isabella responded gleefully. Aryan smiled. “Yes, Bella, true love always wins.” “Now get ready, love. I'll come to receive you at 1 p.m.,” Isabella said. “Hey, do you have any good suit to wear?” “Bella, I've come with only a few pieces of clothing, since we had to rush here,” answered Aryan. “But don't worry. I'll buy a new one, and be ready by 1 p.m.,” he added, glancing at his ristwatch. “That's my man! Te amo mucho, mi amor,” said Isabella, her eyes twinkling with happiness. “Te amo, mi Bella,” replied Aryan. “See, I'm learning Spanish.” “Yes, you are, honey,” agreed Isabella, happily. “Love you so very much. See you at 1 p.m.

Bye. Love you.” “I love you, too,” replied Aryan, and both ended the call. Aryan stood there for a long moment. A smile smeared his face, a smile caused by happiness, yet disbelief, on how smoothly the things were going for them. “This is unbelievable. Who says that love is a tough ride? At least mine is not,” he heaved a huge sigh of relief. He then went to one of the  biggest shopping complexes in Madrid, Plaza Norte 2, and did a handful of shopping. He purchased a cream coloured three-piece suit, with matching shirt and a tie, and a pair of leather shoes for himself. He also purchased a gift for Isabella, which he thought he would give to her on some special day,  possibly their first night as a married couple. *** “Wow! I look great,” murmured Aryan, as he got dressed in the newly purchased suit, and checked himself in the mirror of his hotel room. As always, he could not avoid admiring himself. “It's almost 1 p.m.”, he glanced at his wristwatch. He opened his bag and took out a perfume bottle, when he heard a knock on his door. “Coming!” he shouted, spraying perfume over himself. He checked his tie in the mirror, and turned towards the door to open it to an elderly man, dressed in a formal black suit. “Hello, sir,” greeted David, the caretaker of Valen and his family. “I'm here to escort you to our   palace.” “I'm sorry, I didn't recognise you,” replied Aryan, looking a little confused. He was expecting Isabella to come to receive him. “Isabella ma'am has sent me to receive you from your hotel. She is waiting for you at her   palace,” said David, comprehending Aryan's confusion.  Palace! Aryan got tad nervous thinking about the riches of Isabella's father. He came out of the

hotel, along with David, and saw a sparkling white Rolls Royce 'Phantom' waiting for him. “Whoa, what a car!” he murmured, running his eyes from the front to the rear end of the car. “Please…” David said, opening the door of the car for Aryan. Aryan smiled, nervously, and then sat in the car. “This car is a real luxury,” he murmured, gazing at the car's interiors. Within ten minutes of luxurious drive, they reached outside a big palace.  Holy God! This looks like Buckingham Palace! Aryan thought, as his eyes took in the riches o

the palace's surroundings. “I'm still amazed how her 'Hitler resembling' father agreed so easily. First a Rolls Royce, and now this palace! Her family seems so rich,” he murmured, while stepping out o the car. As he walked towards the main door, along with David, he gazed at the well-manicured gardens outside the palace building, the fountains, the giant swimming pool, and the most luxurious

cars parked in a long queue, with chauffeurs standing beside each of them. “How many families live there?” Aryan asked David. David smiled. “Sir and ma'am, along with their daughter.” Such a big palace for just three people! It can easily accommodate any colony of India,

thought Aryan. He entered the palace building, and saw Isabella and her family standing and waiting for him, with smiles on their faces. Isabella's eyes glistened in happiness and excitement on seeing Aryan walking towards them in an elegant suit. He looked handsome. “Daddy, he is Aryan. And Aryan, he is my daddy,” said Isabella, introducing Aryan and Valen, to each other. “Hello, sir. It's an honour to meet you,” expressed Aryan, shaking hands with Valen. Valen smiled. “The honour is mine. Welcome to our home, Aryan.” “Aryan, she is my mum,” said Isabella, introducing Catherine

to Aryan.

“Hello, ma'am,” greeted Aryan. “Hello, Aryan,” Catherine smiled sweetly.  Her father isn't that bad and strict as much he looked in that photograph, thought Aryan, as

they all sauntered towards the big dining hall, capable of accommodating hundreds of people. Isabella clutched Aryan's elbow, and whispered in his ears, “You're looking very handsome.” Aryan looked at her, and smiled. He then gazed around, and absorbed the riches of the palace. He noticed the artistic sculpturing on the ceiling, in white and gold, with a giant crystal chandelier  illuminating the entire dining hall. The walls, painted in royal purple, were decorated with high-class  paintings, certainly taken from the best art galleries of the world. The dining table itself was huge and classy. It was surrounded by five servants, all dressed in burgundy suits, and ready to serve the sumptuous food. This palace has more servants than people who live here, Aryan murmured in his thoughts,

hile pulling a dining chair for himself. The servants then served them the most delicious Spanish dishes. “Isabella told us that you love chicken,” said Catherine, looking at Aryan. “So, we have asked our chefs to cook Spanish chicken for you.” Aryan smiled. “That's so sweet of you, ma'am.” He then glanced at Isabella, and she passed a  beautiful smile to him. “So, Aryan, what do you do?” asked Valen. “Sir, I have my own dance academy in London, called 'Vivaz' ,” replied Aryan, swivelling his gaze towards Valen. “Great. How many students do you have, five, ten, fifteen…” asked Valen, trying to

comprehend if Aryan would be able to financially support Isabella. Isabella look at her father, surprised. She did not like the way her father framed that question. “Don't take me wrong, Aryan. I'm a father. You have seen this palace. Isabella has grown up in these surroundings. I hope you understand that my concern for her future is genuine,” said Valen. “Your concern is absolutely fine with me, sir. I have ten batches, of sixty-five students each. That's a total of six-fifty students, and I charge a fair bit of fee from them. Plus, I have five teachers under me, who help me make my task easier,” replied Aryan, confidently. “Six-fifty students?!” repeated Valen, agape. “That is a big number!” Aryan smiled. “I know, sir, Isabella has seen all these riches. But I promise you, that her  decision of marrying me will never prove wrong. I may never be able to provide this kind of a palace to her, but I promise to love her and take care of her, till the end of time,” assured Aryan, his eyes drawn towards Isabella, who was smiling gleefully. A tear of happiness rolled down and twinkled on her cheek. “Well said, Son,” appreciated Valen. “I had the same zeal and passion, when I was at your age. I was not a big man when I married Catherine. Money never stays, love does,” he added. Aryan nodded, and smiled. “What about your parents, Aryan?” asked Catherine. Aryan tried to answer, but Isabella intervened, “Mum, unfortunately Aryan's mother expired hen he was very young.” “Oh, I'm so sorry,” Catherine sympathised, looking at Aryan. “It's okay, ma'am,” replied Aryan. “And your father?” enquired Valen, as he sipped water from his glass. “Sir, my father married another woman, and never returned home. My mother died in depression due to this incident,” replied Aryan, his tone dropped an octave. “Never mind, Son, you have a family now,” reassured Valen, with a smile. Aryan smiled, and simply nodded. He looked at Isabella. She had a beautiful smile on her face, the smile that took his heart the first day they met. He was feeling at home. He was no longer nervous or tense. He was getting along comfortably well with Isabella's parents, and enjoying the Spanish lunch. “Aryan, I need to talk to you, in private, for a moment,” said Valen, soon after they finished their lunch. “What happened, Daddy?” asked Isabella, concerned. “Oh nothing, my dear, I just want to discuss a few things with Aryan,” Valen replied, looking at Isabella. “I hope you don't mind, Aryan,” he asked, returning his gaze towards Aryan.

 Now what's coming? Do I've an option? asked Aryan, in his thoughts, but replied, “Of course

not, sir.” “Good. Let's sit in the garden,” said Valen, wiping his hands with a towel. He then arose and moved out. Aryan quietly followed him. What does he need to talk to me now? I hope he doesn't ask for a dowry. Don't know the custom in Spain... Or, has he something else on his mind? I hope he is not playing a game with all  of us. Cut the crap, well, I just have to listen to him , muttered Aryan in his thoughts, as they walked

towards the chairs kept in the garden, and then sat on them. Valen lit his cigar, and then looked at Aryan. “Aryan, I'm a businessman. So I'll talk to the  point.” Aryan felt a sudden drastic change in Valen's attitude. Suddenly his tone changed from a caring father to a perfect businessman. “Sure, sir,” replied Aryan, smiling nervously. Valen took a few puffs from his cigar. “How much money do you need to leave my daughter  forever?” he asked, eloquently. “Excuse me, sir. I didn't get you,” said Aryan, perplexed. He did not expect this... did not expect this at all! “Okay, let me make it simpler for you,” said Valen, his expression serious. He took out his chequebook from his coat's pocket, detached a cheque and signed it. “Take this blank cheque, and get out of my daughter's life,” he said, offering the cheque to Aryan. Aryan looked at him, surprised and shocked. He took the cheque from him, and thought for a long moment, gazing at the blank cheque. “How much money are you willing to pay?” he then asked. Valen smiled. “It is a blank cheque, Aryan. Add as many zeroes you want.” Something was going through Aryan's mind. “May I borrow your pen, sir?” he asked, politely. “Sure.” Valen gave him the pen. Aryan then wrote something on the cheque, returned the pen to him, and said, “I hope you have the amount which I have written on this cheque.” “You write any amount, Aryan. I'll give it to you. I promise,” said Valen, confidently. “Alright, then cash this cheque of mine,” replied Aryan, giving the cheque back to Valen. Valen wore his glasses to check the amount Aryan had filled. The amount column in the check  displayed 'ISABELLA.' Valen silently looked at Aryan for what seemed an eternity, and said, “Son, elcome to the family. My daughter is yours now. I'm sorry, I was just testing you, and you have  passed the test. I'm a father of a rich, beautiful girl. Hope you can understand my state of mind.” Aryan smiled. “I'm glad, I passed your test. Trust me, sir, I'll love your daughter till the end o

my life,” he replied, confidently. “Come on, Son; don't call me 'sir'. Call me 'Dad'.” Valen arose and extended his arms to hug Aryan. Aryan smiled, arose, and they hugged each other. “But, Son, things are not as easy as you may think,” warned Valen. “Isabella must have told you about Ethan.” Aryan nodde nodded, d, sil s ilently ently.. “I've already fixed Isabella's marriage with Ethan,” said Valen. “He will be coming in the evening to meet meet her. her. They probabl prob ablyy have started arrang arr angem ements ents for for the the marr marriage iage as well we ll,, as we also al so did. Ethan, though I like him for his business knowledge, is a bit stubborn at heart. If he needs something, he will either acquire it or destroy it. In this case, he wants Isabella… And, if he gets to know about you, he can do anything.” “Don't worry, Dad. Bella will try to explain him. If everything fails, then we will go back to England or India, and get married. He will never be able to trace us. If he comes to you, just tell him that Isabella ditched you and ran away,” explained Aryan. “Things will not be that easy, Son. You don't know Ethan! He has all the power to trace you from anywhere,” Valen warned. “Hmm... So what should we do?” asked Aryan, getting concerned. Valen smiled. “I'm a known man in Spain. Let me take that advantage and help you both here. I'll prepare all the documents of Isabella that you will be requiring for the marriage, and will arrange a catholic marriage at some distant place in Spain, like Valencia. I've a farmhouse there. Once married, you two can go wherever you want.” “Thank you so much, Dad,” replied Aryan, happily, as they walked back inside the palace  building.  building. “David, please drop Aryan back to his hotel,” said Valen, looking at his household's manservant. “Sure, Sir,” replied David. Aryan moved towards Isabella, kissed her cheek, and said, “Te amo, my love.” Isabella smiled. “I love you too, Aryan.” Aryan then bid everyone goodbye, and David drove him back to the hotel. “Perfect choice, dear,” said Valen, hugging Isabella. Isabella was happy, relaxed and content, as she hugged her father. “Give me all your documents, which are required for the marriage. I'll arrange your marriage in priva pr ivate, te, at our o ur farmhouse farmhouse in i n Vale Valencia,” ncia,” said sai d Vale Valen. n.

“OH, DADDY, I LOVE YOU!” Isabella exclaimed gleefully, as she hugged her father once more. “But, meet Ethan, and try to settle the matter. He is coming in an hour,” said Valen, glancing at his wristwatch wri stwatch..

10. Ethan's Entry Entry

“Isabella... Where are you, my sweetheart?” Isabella vaguely heard someone calling her name, looking for her, and heading straight towards her room. “Ethan!” she murmured, recognising his voice. A slight panic surged through her body, but she gathere gatheredd herself hers elf quickly q uickly.. Ethan did not even bother to knock at her door, rather pushed opened it, and saw her standing in front of a mirror, com c ombing bing her her hair. “Darling, “Darl ing, I mis missed sed you so much much,” ,” he sm s miled. il ed. Ethan was a tall and a well-built American man, in his late twenties. Dressed in a three-piece charcoal grey suit, he looked elegant and stylish. His diamond studded cufflinks and Omega –  Constellation Baguette wristwatch, spoke volumes about his riches and class. “Hello, Ethan.” Isabella glanced over her shoulder and threw a quick look at him, before returning her gaze back towards the mirror. Ethan sauntered towards her, and hugged her in his arms. “I'm so happy to see you,” he expressed, looking at her in the mirror. Isabella felt uncomfortable in his arms. She never liked his closeness. Ethan cupped her shoulders, and made her turn around to face him. “You came so suddenly, ithout informing any of us. I guess, our marriage news made you come and see all of us,” he said, and leaned forward to kiss her lips. “Ethan! I'm not your wife yet!” snapped Isabella, swiftly swaying back. “Hey, what happened?” Ethan felt something was wrong. “We're about to get married. And, guess what, I've already purchased a gift for you. Come along with me, I wanna show you something,” he said, excitedly. He then held her hand, and literally dragged her outside her room. “Ethan, wait…” cried Isabella, as she tried to release herself from his firm hold. “I want to talk to you about something.” “You can say whatever you want on our way there, sweets,” replied Ethan, as he kept holding her hand, and came out of the palace building. “But “But where are ar e we w e going?” going?” Isabella Isabel la fretted. fretted. Ethan smiled, and let go her hand. “It's a surprise! You will love it.” He opened the door of his Bentley Bentley and asked a sked her to get in.

Isabella sat inside the car and immediately text messaged Aryan, furtively hiding her phone from Ethan. “Ethan taking me along to some place... Can't call you… Wait 4 my next msg… Bella.” Aryan was relaxing in his hotel room when his phone beeped. He instantly checked the message. A shiver of panic rippled through his spine. He hurriedly dialled Santina's contact number, to ask for Ethan's address, but no one answered his call. Santina was away, and had forgotten her  mobile phone at her home. Aryan felt restless, and deeply worried. He swiftly rushed outside the hotel, sat in his car, and impatiently waited for Isabella's next message. “Where are we going, Ethan?” Isabella asked again. Ethan Ethan smiled. smiled. “It's “It's a surprise, s urprise, sweetheart.” Isabella was worried and tense. She never felt safe with Ethan. She kept messaging Aryan, the name of the roads and landmarks from where Ethan took her. Aryan kept checking those messages, and followed the route specified by Isabella. The road maps and the rented car, he bought a day  before, were proving pr oving really reall y helpful helpful to to him. him. “Here we are, my princess,” said Ethan, driving through a giant gate of another vast palace. Isabella gazed at the palace, suspiciously. She messaged the exact location of that palace to Aryan. “Whose palace is this?” she asked Ethan. Tension was visible on her face. “You will “You wil l get to know know everyth eve rything, ing, sweets. Come Come on in, I wa wann nnaa show you the the complete  palace,”  palace ,” said Ethan Ethan excitedly excitedly,, stepping out of his his car. Meanwhile, Aryan kept following the route specified in the messages. “This is ours,” said Ethan, showing Isabella the luxurious surroundings of the big palace. Isabella looked at the gargantuan fountain and the lush green lawns, around the palace building, ith worried eyes. Thoughts of Aryan engulfed her mind. Ethan inched closer towards her, and hugged her in his arms from behind. He then kissed her nape, and said, “We will have our wedding reception here, and this palace is my gift for you.” Ethan's closeness was making her worried. She did not say anything. “This will be the biggest ceremony in Spain's history,” Ethan announced. Isabella remained remained silent si lent.. Ethan turned her around, and looked into her uninterested eyes. “What's wrong? You didn't like it?” he asked. “Come, I wanna show you the palace from inside. You will love it,” he added excitedly, dragging her along. “There is no one here,” fretted Isabella, as she looked around in bewilderment, not finding a single person in or around the palace. Ethan smiled. “Yes! No one... Just the two of us, for some special moments,” he replied, showing showi ng her the grand bedroom bedr oom..

Aryan finally reached the address specified in the last text message sent by Isabella. “Gosh! This is a bigger palace then her dad's,” he muttered, gazing at the palace in amazement. Meanwhile, Ethan held Isabella's hand, and made her sit on the large king-size bed. He took of  his coat and placed it on the chair. He then loosened his tie and opened his cufflinks. Isabella was sensing what Ethan had in mind. He was slowly making his intentions clear. “Did you like your gift, darling?” asked Ethan, running his fingers over her cheeks. Isabella did not reply again. Her silence sile nce was testing testing his his cool and self-control. self-control. “Wil “Willl you say som so mething? ething? What What has happened happe ned to you?” Ethan's Ethan's tone of voice voi ce began rising ris ing.. Isabella remained remained silent si lent.. Her heart was poun pounding ding hard, hard, and she was extrem extremely ely worried. wor ried. “You're behaving so awkwardly! I tried your number so many times, yet you never answered! Why is that? Is your phone dead?” Ethan finally freaked out. “My phone broke down, so I changed it, and took a new number,” Isabella rejoined. “Damn it! Why didn't you give me your new number?” Ethan thundered. “I didn't feel feel like l ike it,” Isabella snapped. Meanwhile, Aryan entered the palace, puzzled to find no one around there. “What the hell do you mean that you didn't feel like it?” Ethan glared at Isabella. He pushed her  on the bed, unbuttoned his waistcoat, and then inched closer towards her. “W…W…What are you doing, Ethan?” Isabella stammered in fear, as she saw Ethan removing his shirt. “Shut up, and stay there! Today, I'll make love to you… my wife to be. I always wanted to make love to you,” roared Ethan, throwing his shirt on the floor, and jumping towards her. “Have you gone mad?!” Isabella screamed and ran, as she tried to dial Aryan's mobile number, and just managed to hear the first ring when Ethan snatched her phone and threw it across the room. The horrid gleam in Ethan's eyes spoke clearly of his intention of forcing her to make love to him. Isabella did her best to get away from Ethan. She slapped him, hit him, but he was just too powerful for her. The phone call, she dialled, though went through, and Aryan answered her call. “Bella, where are ar e you?” you?” asked as ked Aryan Aryan over the phone, phone, worried. worri ed.  No one one replied rep lied from the the other other end. All Aryan Aryan heard heard were w ere the loud shout shoutss and helpless screams of Isabella. “Bella! Bella!” Aryan panicked. He knew Isabella was in danger. Big danger! He swiftly ran towards the main entrance door of the palace building. It was locked from inside. He looked all around but found nothing open to let him in the building. Suddenly, his gaze fell over an open window on the first floor. “I've to climb it somehow,” he mumbled as he saw a drainpipe near the window. He heaved

himself up, his feet getting the footholds, as he stretched out his arm to reach the pipe. Meanwhile, Ethan kept molesting Isabella. “Where will you run to? C'mon, we're about to get married. Love me. I'm ordering you!” demanded Ethan, mercilessly clutching her hair, as she tried to escape. “Ethan, please let me go. I don't love you. This is wrong!” Isabella pleaded, and cried. “You have to love me,” Ethan growled, as he brutally tore her clothes and put his lustful hands on her. Isabella kept crying, screaming and shouting, helplessly. Aryan somehow managed to reach the window of one of the rooms on the first floor of the  palace. He heard Isabella's helpless screams coming from the ground floor. He swiftly ran downstairs. On his way, he picked up an iron vase kept in the living room on the ground floor. He then frantically ran towards the room, from where Isabella's screams were coming. Luckily, the door was ajar. He pushed open the door and saw Ethan molesting, hitting and trying to rape Isabella. “Who the hell are you?” yelled Ethan, when he saw Aryan enter. Ethan hurriedly moved, and tried to pick up his gun that he had left in his coat's pocket. Aryan too, urgently rushed towards him, when suddenly a loud thud echoed in the room! Hitting Ethan hard ith the only weapon at hand, being the metal vase, Aryan saw Ethan crumple to the floor, unconscious. Blood started to flow out from Ethan's head as he lay on the floor, with his eyes closed. Isabella immediately ran towards Aryan, hugged him, and cried profusely. Her clothes were tattered. She herself was bruised and trembling. “Calm down, Bella. I'm here now.” Aryan hugged her, and kissed her forehead. “I'll take you far away from this beast.” “Please take me away from here, Aryan. I told you, Ethan is not a good man!” Isabella cried uncontrollably. “He just wants my body, not me!” “Don't cry, Hun.” Aryan kissed her forehead once more. He then took off his shirt and put it on Isabella's half-naked body. Isabella was extremely frightened and breathing heavily. She saw Ethan lying on the floor with eyes closed, and blood pouring out of his head. “Is he dead?” she asked, terrified. “No. I think he is unconscious. We have to escape before he regains his consciousness,” replied Aryan, hurriedly picking up Isabella's phone and purse. He then wrapped his arm around her  and walked her out of the palace. “Are you ok, Bella?” he asked, as he saw a few scratches on her shoulders. “I'm alright now that I'm with you, honey,” Isabella answered softly. “What should we do now?” she asked as they quickly drove away from the palace. “Let's go to Coslada... to Santina's place. Ethan might not know her address,” suggested Aryan.

“Hmm… okay. Let me call Santina,” said Isabella. “I called her, but she didn't pick,” informed Aryan. “Let me try again,” replied Isabella, and then dialled Santina's number. Santina had just reached her home. She went straight to her bedroom, and saw her mobile  phone, ringing. “Hey, Isbie... How are you?” she answered the call. “Santina, listen to me carefully. We will be reaching your home in thirty minutes. Be there  please,” replied Isabella in a hurried and worried tone. “What happened, Isbie? Is everything alright?” asked Santina, getting concerned. “I'll tell everything upon meeting you. Aryan is with me too,” replied Isabella. “Ok, ok, I'm waiting for you. Be safe,” said Santina, and they both ended the call. Aryan then looked at Isabella, and placed his loving hand over hers. “Bella, I've to go to the hotel first. You call your dad and explain everything to him,” he said. “We shall be returning to London as soon as possible, trust me,” he added while looking straight ahead on the road, clenching his jaw in anger. Upon reaching the hotel, Aryan quickly rushed to his room to get the luggage, and checked out quickly. He then loaded his luggage into the car, and they continued towards Santina's house. “You know the way to Coslada, right?” asked Aryan, glancing at Isabella. Isabella gave a silent nod, still not out of the trauma she had just faced. “Bella, this time is tough, but I'm with you,” reassured Aryan, resting his hand over hers. Isabella clutched Aryan's arm, and rested her head on his shoulder. “Te amo, mi amor,” she spoke, softly. Aryan smiled. “I love you, too.” “Did you inform your dad?” he then asked. “Call him, and tell him what has happened. He told me, he would be arranging your documents required for our marriage. We can only marry here… in Spain, or in India.” “Why? Can't we marry in England?” asked Isabella, lifting her head from his shoulder and looking at him. “Neither one of us is a permanent resident in England. You are a citizen of Spain, and you can marry anyone who is a non-resident here, like me,” Aryan explained. Isabella listened to him carefully, while he added, “For that we need all the documents. Your  dad will arrange everything for our marriage. Just call him.” “Hmm,” Isabella said, and kept looking at him, blankly. “You want to marry me, don't you?” Aryan asked in a serious tone, glancing at her.

“Of course, Aryan,” Isabella replied, surprised over his question. Aryan smiled. “Then why are you looking at me like that? Go on, call your father.” “Oh, okiedokie,” Isabella replied, and then dialled Valen's phone number. “Hello, Daddy,” she spoke, her tone still low. “Hey, my dear, how are you?” asked Valen. “I'm not good, Daddy.” Isabella began to cry again. “Isabella, my child, what happened?” asked Valen, now worried. “Daddy, I'm going to Coslada, to Santina's house,” Isabella informed, crying. “Coslada?!” asked Valen, surprised. “But you were with Ethan. What happened, sweetie? Why are you crying?” “Daddy, I told you. Ethan is bad. He molested me, tried to rape me! He slapped me... Tore my clothes! Luckily Aryan reached there on time and saved me from Ethan,” Isabella kept on crying. Aryan rested his comforting hand over hers, while she spoke to her father. “WHAT?” exclaimed Valen, livid. “I'll kill that bastard! How dare he touch you! Where is he now? Are you and Aryan safe?” “Yes, Daddy, we are safe.” Isabella wiped her tears. “Ethan is lying unconscious at his new  palace. I've called to inform you that we are going to Coslada. Please quickly arrange all the documents for my marriage with Aryan.” “You don't worry, my dear. I've already prepared your documents,” Valen replied. “You and Aryan reach our farmhouse in Valencia by tomorrow afternoon. I'll meet you there with all the arrangements. You two will be married, by tomorrow evening,” he assured. Isabella took a breather, and wiped her wet eyes. “Daddy, I love you. We will meet you by tomorrow afternoon.” “I love you, too, my angel. Please hand over the phone to Aryan. I want to thank him,” said Valen. “Daddy wants to talk to you,” said Isabella, and gave the phone to Aryan. “Hello, Dad,” said Aryan. “Aryan, my son... 'Thank you' is such a small word for what you have done for me today. You saved my daughter,” said Valen, relieved. “No need for thanks, Dad. Isabella is my responsibility as well,” replied Aryan, glancing at Isabella with a smile. Isabella smiled, and then rested her head on Aryan's shoulder as they kept driving towards Coslada. Meanwhile, the conversation between Aryan and Valen continued. “Glad to hear that, Son. I'll do all that is in my power to get you two married by tomorrow. You ust reach Valencia on time, and once you are married, you can go anywhere you wish. I'm sure you

ill certainly keep my daughter happy,” replied Valen, confidently. “Thanks a lot for your support, Dad. We will reach there on time,” replied Aryan, and then gave the phone back to Isabella. “Bye, Daddy. See you tomorrow,” said Isabella, feeling much better. “Take care, my dear,” replied Valen, and they both ended the call. After a long moment of silence, Isabella spoke, “I was so wrong about my father.” Aryan glanced at her, while she continued, “I knew he loved me. But I always thought that money was his first priority. I was wrong!” Aryan smiled. “You're so lucky you have your parents with you, Bella. Some unfortunate ones like me are not even blessed to have parents.” Isabella moved closer, and lovingly kissed his cheek. “Honey, my parents, my family, is yours now.” Aryan smiled. “This is so unbelievable,” he replied, with a relaxed sigh. “Unbelievable? Why, love?” Isabella asked, resting her head on his shoulder and clutching his arm. Aryan kissed her forehead, and replied, “Everything. I mean, if I look back to the day we met, till now. Everything is so amazing.” Isabella smiled, and nodded. “Te amo,” she said, lifting her head and looking into his eyes. “I love you, too,” replied Aryan. He cupped her chin, and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. *** They reached Coslada and saw Santina waiting eagerly outside her house. Santina restlessly ran towards their car as she saw them coming. She was shocked to see her friend in tattered clothes. “Isbie... What happened to you?” she asked, deeply concerned. Isabella did not reply. She came out of the car and hugged Santina, and then started crying. “Isbie, don't cry,” said Santina, comforting her friend. “Aryan, what happened to her?” “Let's go inside. I'll tell you what all happened,” replied Aryan, taking his bag-pack out of the car. They sat in the living room, and Aryan narrated the horrendous incident to Santina. “Disgusting! How can Ethan do this to Isbie?” Santina frowned. “Isbie, you know my room, and my closet. So grab anything you feel like, and change your clothes,” she said, resting her hand over her best friend's shoulder. “Go and change, and give me my shirt back. I don't want to risk myself, sitting shirtless in front of two Spanish beauties,” Aryan said light-heartedly, to make Isabella smile.

“Very funny,” Isabella smiled. However, her smile faded as soon as it had come. She then went inside Santina's room to change her clothes. Aryan then looked at Santina, and said, “Tomorrow early morning we all will be leaving for  Valencia, and by the day after tomorrow, Bella and I will fly back to London.” “Valencia?! For what?” Santina asked, surprised. Aryan smiled. “Bella and I are getting married tomorrow. Her father will be making all the arrangements,” he informed, happily. “Wow! AMAZING news!” Santina grinned. “I'm so happy for both of you!” “Thank you,” replied Aryan, smiling gleefully. “But, Aryan, beware of Ethan. He is a wounded lion now. He has all the power to catch you,” arned Santina. “Yeah, I know,” Aryan sighed, nodding briefly. Isabella came back after changing her clothes, and returned the shirt to Aryan. “Thank you, my love,” said Aryan. “I'm so happy for you, Isbie,” expressed Santina, and then hugged Isabella. “Yay! You're getting married!" “Gracias, Santina.” Isabella smiled, and hugged her dearest friend. “Let's have a good dinner, and then we will rest. We have to travel early morning to Valencia,” said Santina, excitedly. “I also have to do lots of arrangements for your marriage, in such little time.” Meanwhile, Ethan regained his consciousness. He groaned in severe pain. He tried to stand,  but his legs wobbled and he fell down again. He saw blood spilled everywhere. One-half of his face as completely soaked in blood as he slowly sat down, resting his back against the bed. He tied his head with his handkerchief to stop the blood flow. Yet somehow, he managed to call Mark, his father. “Dad… Dad… I'm hurt,” cried Ethan, shutting his eyes in pain. “Ethan, where are you?! What happened?! Are you ok?” asked Mark, deeply worried. Ethan tried to stand up again, taking support of the bed. “Dad, that bitch… she has a lover! He hit me from behind. I'll kill them,” he growled. “What?! Where are you? Wait, let me call an ambulance,” Mark fretted. “Dad, I'm… I'm at our new palace,” informed Ethan, clutching his forehead. The white handkerchief tied around his forehead, had turned completely red. “Hold on, Son. I'm coming there,” replied Mark, and immediately rushed to the palace. He also called an ambulance and instructed them to reach the location. Ethan again lost consciousness by the time Mark and the ambulance reached. They immediately took him to the hospital, and he received

nine stitches behind his head. He regained consciousness, after an hour, and found himself in the hospital. “I WILL KILL THEM!” Ethan thundered, as he tried to rise from the bed. “Ethan… Don't get up, Son. You have lost a lot of blood! So you must rest for today,” explained Mark, hurriedly stopping Ethan from getting up. “But, Dad, I wanna kill those bastards!” roared Ethan. “Calm down, Son. Even I'll not spare them! They have hurt you. But you rest tonight, and we ill ask our men to catch them,” assured Mark. Back at Santina's house, Aryan and Isabella were lying in bed wrapped in each other's arms, trying to forget the horrible day and planning for the most special day ahead. “It's been a rough day today,” sighed Aryan. “But tomorrow will be beautiful.” Isabella nodded, and smiled. “I never thought that I would have a Spanish marriage,” said Aryan, and smiled. Isabella kissed him on his cheek, hugged him closer, and then relaxed in his arms. “Te amo,” she said lovingly, and placed a gentle kiss on Aryan's lips. “I love you, too,” replied Aryan, and they slept arm-in-arm, like true love birds all set to marry the next day. 11. The Wedding Day

Aryan woke up early the next morning, and saw Isabella still sleeping in his arms. He lifted himself a little, and adoringly gazed at her for a long moment, wondering how she managed to look so  beautiful, even while asleep. Her eyes were serenely closed and her face looked relaxed, with no signs of panic or fear caused by the atrocious incident she had faced the previous day. She was sleeping peacefully, in the arms of her love. “I wish to see you the first thing every morning,” Aryan murmured, bringing his fingers near her  face, to trace her cheek, but then thought not to disturb her sleep. The sun was about to rise in Coslada, and the sky was still reddish blue. Cool and relaxing  breeze was flowing, and the music of birds' chirping made the morning divine. After controlling his temptations for a few moments, Aryan finally ran his fingertips over Isabella's cheek, running down to her lips and chin. Her skin, like always, felt soft and velvety. He did not want to disturb her, but could not resist himself from exploring her beauty. The loving and warm touch of Aryan woke up Isabella. She opened her sleepy eyes and saw him hugging her, and looking directly into her eyes, with a smile on his face. “Good morning, Hun,” said Aryan, and tenderly kissed Isabella's forehead.

Isabella smiled, and wrapped her arms around his nape. “Morning, mi amor,” she replied, groggily. “Te amo mucho.” “I love you, too,” replied Aryan, and then kissed her eyes and nose tip. Isabella smiled. A sweet sensation tingled through her body. “Today is our wedding day,” said Aryan, gently running his fingers over her cheeks. “After  today, I'll get an official licence to love you.” Isabella smiled again, and then pulled him close enough to touch his lips with hers. “You already have that, don't you?” she whispered sensuously. Aryan smiled, and their kiss deepened. They kissed… and kissed again… and again! They kissed each other with all their passion and love - a perfect kiss, to give a perfect start, to a perfect day, for a perfect wedding. “Let's get ready, Hun. It will take around five hours to reach Valencia,” said Aryan, arising from the bed. He took out the road- map from his bag-pack, and checked the directions from Coslada to Valencia City. “We have to follow R3 highway, and then A3. Around 350 kilometres,” he said, swivelling his gaze from the road map to Isabella. “That's quite a distance,” Isabella sighed, arising from the bed. Aryan glanced at his watch. “It's almost five. If we leave at six, we will reach there by eleven.” A sudden knock at their room's door, caught their attention. Santina opened the door and alked into their room. “Hola, amigos... How you are feeling on your wedding day?” she asked, looking at Isabella and Aryan “Simply awesome... can't explain,” replied Aryan, excitedly. “And you, Isbie?” asked Santina, smiling and looking at her friend, who was finding difficult to control blushing. “Oh, Santina, can't you see her pink cheeks?” asked Aryan, wrapping an arm around Isabella. “She is already planning our wedding night,” he added, mischievously. “Aryan!” exclaimed Isabella shyly, with some more blushes, and elbowed him in the stomach. “Ouch! It hurt,” cried Aryan, holding his stomach. “Oh really?” asked Isabella, getting worried. Aryan smiled. He shook his head and again wrapped his arm around Isabella, hugging her  closer. Santina kept smiling, watching the couple in love doing those antics. “We will leave at six,” Aryan informed Santina, and then kept the roadmaps back in his bag pack. “So let's all get ready and leave by that time.” “Sure,” Santina happily replied. “I've done some arrangements. My parents will be

accompanying us as well. We will follow you in my car.” “Fantastic,” said Aryan. “And, I'll call Kaka, to seek his blessings. I wish he could have come.” *** It was exactly 6 a.m. Aryan and Santina loaded their respective cars with the luggage and necessary arrangements for the Spanish Religious Marriage. “Keep following us!” exclaimed Aryan, looking at Santina, while opening the door of his car. Santina gave a thumbs-up sign from her car, and they all left for Valencia. “I'm very happy today,” expressed Isabella, looking at Aryan and smiling blissfully. Aryan glanced at Isabella, and smiled. “Me too.” Isabella then clutched Aryan's arm, and rested her head on his shoulder as they drove through the mesmerising Spanish countryside – a clear blue sky, lush green fields, wind farms which had arrays of windmills, and vaguely visible mountains. “What are you thinking, Bella?” asked Aryan, noticing her lost somewhere. “I'm thinking about us getting married today,” Isabella replied. She then lifted her face, and looked at him. “We will have babies,” she smiled gleefully. “Hurray! We will have lots of babies!” Aryan exclaimed excitedly, and gave a sweet kiss on her lips. Time flew by and after about four hours of continuous journey, they reached Buñol, a town in the province of Valencia. As Aryan drove through the streets of Buñol, he felt surprised to see most o the houses covered with large polythene sheets. There were red posters and banners all around, with  pictures of tomatoes. There were many people on the streets, as if they all had gathered for some major celebration or a carnival. “Tomato Festival!” Aryan instantly remembered the picture he saw in his hotel room. “Is 'Tomato Festival' today?” he excitedly asked Isabella. “Yes, it is. It's called La Tomatina. Today is the last Wednesday of August, and it is celebrated throughout Spain, especially in Buñol,” Isabella replied. “But how do you know about Tomatina?” “I saw some pictures of this festival in my hotel room. It looks fun!” replied Aryan, getting more excited. “Yeah... But don't tell me that you are now planning to participate in this festival,” replied Isabella, sensing Aryan's excitement. “I am.” Aryan winked, and then parked his car at the roadside. Santina too parked her car   behind Aryan's car, wondering why he had stopped. “C'mon, Aryan... today is our wedding!” cried Isabella. “Everyone is waiting for us.”

“I know, Bella. Let's make our wedding day more special by enjoying this festival,” Aryan eagerly replied. “It will be awesome fun! Let's go,” he said, quickly stepping out of his car. “He is really crazy,” murmured Isabella, with a smile, while getting out of the car. “What happened, Aryan?” asked Santina, as she too came out of her car. “Why we have stopped?” “Let's enjoy Tomatina,” Aryan excitedly replied. He took off his t-shirt and threw it in his car. “WHAT?!” exclaimed Santina, surprised. “Your marriage…” “Don't worry, Santina,” interrupted Aryan. “Let's go and have fun. Call your parents if they ant to join as well.” The excitement was visible in Aryan's eyes. It was the most important day of his life, and he anted to make it much more memorable by enjoying one of the important festivals of Spain, with Isabella. Isabella and Santina, left with no other option, took off their jackets and boots. They both, along with Aryan, then ran towards the quickly multiplying crowd. There were thousands of people gathered on the streets. The men were mostly without their shirts, while the women were mainly in sleeveless clothing. Loud music was blaring everywhere, and many trucks, loaded with fresh tomatoes, were parked all around. “What do we have to do?” Aryan asked Isabella. They crossed hundreds of people and reached near a group of men who were climbing over a pole, and one of them was trying to reach at the top o the pole. “This is Palo Jabón,” replied Isabella, pointing towards the pole that looked very greasy. “The goal is to climb it, and it has ham at the top,” she added, while wearing a scarf, to protect her hair. Aryan looked at the men who were trying to climb up, while many others were showering ater at them from hoses, making the climb much more difficult. “This looks like the Holi festival to me,” shouted Aryan, getting closer to Isabella's ear. The shouts and claps of the people all around, and the loud music made hearing very difficult. “In India e break a pot of buttermilk that hangs many feet above,” he informed, shouting loudly. As soon as one person reached the top, Aryan heard a loud cannon shot, and the chaos began. He saw most of the trucks began to unload the red and juicy tomatoes in abundance onto the streets. Some people, who were there on the trucks, started throwing crushed tomatoes at the ones who were on the streets. “Now what?” shouted Aryan, looking clueless at Isabella. Isabella picked up two tomatoes, one in each hand, crushed them, and then rubbed them over  Aryan's face. “Now let's play Tomatina!” she exclaimed excitedly, and hurriedly bent down to grab more tomatoes.

Aryan and Santina joined Isabella too, and they all began to throw crushed tomatoes at each other. Aryan picked up some more tomatoes and completely rubbed them over Isabella's face, and then she did the same to him. There were thousands of people all around throwing tomatoes at each other, some even using buckets to pour the tomato pulp onto others, some using water cannons and catapults. It was a festive atmosphere, with people dancing everywhere and enjoying the festival. Soon the city turned red. The streets were flooded with tomatoes and tomato pulp, and the people had turned red too. The tempo of the music increased and people began to groove with it. They were umping, dancing, shouting and pretending to swim in the river of tomato pulp flowing through the streets. Aryan noticed a few people sliding on the streets that had become very slippery because o the pulp. Without wasting any time, he too slid a few metres, and Isabella and Santina happily joined him in the slide. They were having fun… super fun! Aryan then picked up a bucket filled with tomato pulp, and poured it over Isabella. For the next few seconds he laughed, and simply enjoyed the view of his beloved, who was now completely drenched in the red pulp. “I'll not spare you,” muttered Isabella, as she tried to do the same, but the bucket proved too heavy for her. Meanwhile, Aryan picked up another bucket, filled with tomato pulp, and emptied it over  Santina. With Aryan winning the battle of Tomatina, Isabella gestured to one man in the truck, who as throwing tomatoes at the people on the streets. Understanding Isabella's gesture, the man in the truck unloaded a drum full of tomato pulp over Aryan. Isabella and Santina laughed and danced, and happily celebrated their victory. Everyone danced and enjoyed the festival, and after about one hour, another cannon shot was fired, which marked the end of the festival. Aryan, Isabella and Santina then cleaned themselves by showering water at each other, using water hoses. “I don't remember when I had so much fun last time,” admitted Aryan, wiping his head with a towel. “Me too,” Isabella smiled. “I mean, I've celebrated Tomatina before, but I never had so much fun like I had today.” “I'm sure bigger fun is awaiting you… Your marriage,” said Santina, excitedly, while wiping her hair. “Definitely,” agreed Aryan, wrapping an arm around Isabella. “Valencia is just thirty minutes from here, so no point changing clothes now,” suggested Isabella. “Okay,” replied Aryan. They sat back in their cars and headed towards their destination. *** Soon they reached outside a festively decorated farmhouse, named Éxtasis (Ecstasy). The gateman opened the gate and welcomed them in, as Aryan and Santina drove their cars inside the vast farmhouse.

“Wow! This place is so fabulously decorated,” exclaimed Aryan excitedly, gazing at the farmhouse that was embellished with colourful ribbons, balloons and beautiful flowers including, orchids, roses, tulips and white lilies. Isabella, too, looked at the decorated farmhouse in awe. The farmhouse was vast, more like a mini palace surrounded by well-manicured gardens. “I'm amazed, how daddy managed all this, in just half a day!” she exclaimed, happily surprised, as they drove towards the parking. “Yep,” Aryan agreed. “I can see quite a lot people already. The arrangements look awesome. Your dad is a great man, really!” “He is MY daddy,” replied Isabella, proudly, as Aryan parked his car. “Daddyyyy!” Isabella shouted happily, as she came out of the car and ran to hug her father. “Isabella!” exclaimed Valen, and he too rushed towards his daughter. “How are you, my dear? And, what happened to you? Your clothes are wet!” he asked, surprised, as they hugged each other. Isabella smiled. “Blame Aryan, Daddy. He wanted to enjoy the Tomatina festival,” she replied,  pointing towards Aryan as he approached towards them. “Hello, Dad,” greeted Aryan. “Come here, Son,” said Valen, smiling broadly, and extending his arms to hug Aryan. “Thank  you for saving my daughter,” he hugged his son-in-law to be. “No, Dad… we thank you, for managing all this for us,” replied Aryan, his eyes tracing the  beautifully decorated farmhouse. “Did you enjoy the Tomatina festival?” asked Valen. “I loved it,” replied Aryan, excitedly. Valen smiled, and his gaze fell over Santina and her parents. “Hello my dear child, Santina. Hello Mr. and Mrs. Martinez,” Valen greeted them happily, and then turned towards all the guests. “All arrangements are done for the grand religious wedding and the reception,” he announced, happily. “Welcome to all, on my daughter's wedding!” Valen then looked at Isabella, and cupped her shoulders. “Sweetie, your wedding dress is aiting for you,” he said, and then looked at Aryan. “Son, yours is waiting, too. Welcome to Spanish culture.” “Muchas gracias, Daddy,” replied Isabella, merrily. “Anything for you, my angel,” said Valen, swivelling his gaze back to Isabella and hugging her  again. “I've invited only a few people to keep it a private affair. A lot of people cannot be trusted upon.” “We understand that, Dad,” replied Aryan. “What you have done for us is more than what we ever thought of.”

“Not a problem, Son. Come, let's go inside,” said Valen, guiding them into the farmhouse  building. “Mommy!” Isabella shouted gleefully, upon seeing her mother, and then ran to hug her. One look of her daughter spread a huge grin over Catherine's face. They both hugged each other, while Aryan looked at them, with a smile touching his lips. “This is yours,” said Catherine, handing over the bride's Traje de Novia (wedding gown) to Isabella. It was a pure white traditional gown, which looked stunning. “This is so beautiful, Mum. I love it!” cried Isabella happily, running her fingers over her  edding gown. “I've a matching diamond necklace and a bracelet too,” said Catherine, showing Isabella the twinkling necklace and other ornaments. “Thank you so much, Mum, Dad,” said Isabella, her words filled with happiness and excitement. A small tear rolled down her eyes. She was happy… she was excited! She was marrying the man she loved, and most importantly, her parents were happy with her decision. “My daughter is no less than a princess,” Catherine replied, and kissed Isabella on her  forehead. Valen, meanwhile, picked up the groom's dress and gave it to Aryan. “Son, this is yours.” Aryan looked at the dress, a formal white suit to match with the bridal gown of Isabella. “This is awesome, Dad. Gracias,” he replied, feeling excited. “Brilliant! You're already speaking Spanish,” appreciated Valen, and laughed. Aryan smiled. “Just a little bit... Bella taught me.” “Great! Now you both get ready, then we all will proceed to the Altar,” said Valen, looking at Aryan and Isabella. “And Son, you will get to know about Spanish marriages,” he added, resting his hand over Aryan's shoulder. “Sure, Dad,” Aryan happily replied. *** Aryan wore the groom's suit, and checked himself in the mirror. “You look so handsome, my Son,” complimented Valen, noticing Aryan checking out himself in the mirror. “Is it, Dad? Thanks.” Aryan smiled, while adjusting his tie. He was happy, and the excitement as building rapidly within him. Everything was happening so swiftly, so smoothly, for the couple in love. “You look a perfect Spanish groom, perfect for my daughter,” said Valen, cupping Aryan's shoulders.

Aryan smiled, and then he, along with Valen, came out of their changing room. “How much time will the ladies take?” Valen shouted, light-heartedly. “Our groom is ready and aiting for his bride.” After a few waiting moments, Isabella, the beautiful bride, emerged from her room. Santina and Catherine accompanied her. Aryan looked at Isabella, and a smile of exhilaration and contentment spread over his face. He remembered the moment when he saw her for the first time, drenched in rain, and now she was about to become his beloved wife. He kept gazing at her, and she returned his gaze with a sweet smile, enquiring how she looked. Aryan smiled and nodded in 'yes', to convey that she was looking awesomely beautiful. Their hearts, together as one, were thumping with joy and excitement. Isabella, indeed, was looking alluringly gorgeous. Dressed in a pious white gown that trailed several feet behind her, she looked a princess of heaven. Her beautiful dark-brown hair was folded in a nice hair bun, and a white lily was pinned to it. She was also wearing the traditional 'Mantilla', a hite-coloured lace scarf, over her head. The diamonds in her necklace and bracelet twinkled like shining stars. Aryan took a deep sigh of admiration. For a second, all the moments spent with Isabella flashed in front of his eyes. Everything just stopped for those few seconds. He kept gazing at her, drinking in the sight of her, wondering how beautiful his life had become. He then went closer to her, and brushed his fingertips over her soft and pinkish cheeks. “You look so beautiful, so bonito,” he smiled. Isabella blushed. “You look handsome, too,” she replied, sweetly. Isabella then turned towards Valen, who was looking at his daughter with a satisfying smile. He kissed her forehead, and said, “My daughter, you are the most beautiful bride ever. God bless you.” “Gracias, Daddy.” Isabella hugged her father. “Let's all move to the Altar. It's just a few metres away from our farmhouse,” said Valen loudly, guiding everyone. They all entered a big and a beautiful church. “Wow! This is awesome,” murmured Aryan as he entered the church, and saw Lord Jesus' images, everywhere. The Parochial Vicar, church priest, greeted the bride and the groom, as the rest of the guests settled on the chairs. “We are gathered together, on this beautiful afternoon, to share with Isabella and Aryan as they exchange vows of their everlasting love,” the priest began. Isabella and Aryan exchanged quick glances, and shared a smile. “Who gives this woman to be married to this man?” the priest asked.

“Her mother and I,” replied Valen, placing his daughter's hand in Aryan's. The priest then spoke, “As Isabella and Aryan take their vows today, we are privileged to itness the joyous love of a new family - a family that will be nourished and nurtured through the devotion of two separate individuals, growing together through the common bonds of love. May their  marriage bring them the peace, joy, comfort and contentment that are known in the hearts of all God's children.” The priest then looked at Aryan and Isabella, and said, “At this time, I will ask you, Aryan, and you, Isabella, to face each other and take each other's hand.” Aryan again held Isabella's right hand in his. He had held her hand many a times in the past, but this time, he felt something different, something completely special. The holy priest then asked Aryan first, “Aryan, will you take Isabella to be your wife, your   partner in life and your one true love? Will you cherish her friendship and love her today, tomorrow and forever? Will you trust and honour her, laugh with her and cry with her? Will you be faithful through good times and bad, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?” Aryan nodded, looked at Isabella, and replied, “Yes, I will.” The holy priest then asked Isabella, while she held Aryan's right hand in hers. “Isabella, will you take Aryan to be your husband, your partner in life and your one true love? Will you cherish his friendship and love him today, tomorrow and forever? Will you trust and honour him, laugh with him and cry with him? Will you be faithful through good times and bad, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?” “Sí, lo hare,” Isabella blushed. Aryan and Isabella looked at each other and shared a loving smile. Their eyes were speaking their happiness. They both were happy… very happy. Valen then gave 'Alianza', the wedding rings, to both of them. Aryan lovingly held Isabella's hand and smiled. “You are mine now, for forever. I'll always love you,” he said, and then slid the beautiful diamond solitaire ring on the ring finger of Isabella. Isabella then held Aryan's hand and put the ring on his ring finger. All the guests clapped and  blessed the couple. The priest then sprinkled the holy water, and recited a prayer to bless the newly ed. “Lord we ask that you bless Aryan with Isabella,  As you once blessed Abraham with Sarah,  Isaac with Rebekkah,  Jacob with Rachel and   Joseph with Mary,

 And may their love bloom like the Rose of Jericho  And may generosity be a fruit of that Rose, Generosity with each other, Their children and to the poor, Whom they will surely meet along the road of this life.”

All the guests closed their eyes, and prayed for Isabella and Aryan. Aryan too closed his eyes, and prayed in his thoughts, Oh God, thank you so much. You've been so kind to me. I promise to love our daughter, Isabella, until the end of my life, and even after that.

Valen then handed over a tray of some coins to the priest. What to do with these coins?  Aryan wondered in his thoughts. He looked perplexed, yet

excited. “These are arras,” the priest said. “These are unity coins which represent your commitment to support your beloved wife. The acceptance by the bride means taking that trust and confidence unconditionally with total dedication and prudence.” Aryan listened intently. He was enjoying every moment of the Spanish culture. He closely looked at the coins, and cupped his hands to receive them from the priest. Isabella indicated him to lower down the hands, as the priest will give him the coins after his blessings. The priest continued, “As I count out the thirteen coins and place them in the groom's hands, they also represent different values that the couple desire to share between themselves: love, harmony, cooperation, commitment, peace, happiness, trust, respect, caring, wisdom, joy, wholeness and nurturing. May these coins be a symbol of this couple's mutual love, fidelity and trust.” “Aryan, please repeat after me,” the priest said. Aryan carefully listened to the priest. The priest then said, “I, Aryan, give you, Isabella, these thirteen coins as a symbol of my unquestionable trust and confidence I place in you as my beloved wife. As we unite our lives today, I share all material responsibility with you”. He then placed the tray of coins in Aryan's cupped hand. Aryan repeated the words of the priest and poured the coins in the cupped hands of Isabella, and then placed the empty box on top. The priest then looked at Isabella, and said, “Isabella, please repeat after me.” He then continued, “I, Isabella, accept these coins and assure you of my total love and dedication in looking after you, your possessions and my unconditional love.” Isabella repeated his words, and received the coins from Aryan. The holy priest then added, “Father in heaven, you ordained marriage for your children, and you gave us love. We present to you Isabella and Aryan, who come this day to be married. May the

covenant of love, they make, be blessed with true devotion and spiritual commitment.” Isabella and Aryan then knelt down and prayed to God. The priest then prayed, “O God, you have so consecrated the covenant of marriage that in it is represented the spiritual unity between Christ and his Church. Send therefore your blessing upon these your servants, that they may so love, honour, and cherish each other in faithfulness and patience, in isdom and true godliness, that their home may be a haven of blessing and peace; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever. Amen.” After the prayers, Isabella and Aryan arose and smiled at each other, happy to know that they ere married now. “You can kiss your bride now,” said the priest, looking at Aryan. Isabella turned towards Aryan, who was looking directly at her, unmoved, still wondering i all this was a reality, or a fantasy. Everything was happening like a dream for him. “Kiss me,” she whispered with a slight nudge, to bring him back from his thoughts. They then moved closer, hugged and kissed each other. There were cheers and claps from all the guests. “Te amo.” Isabella smiled, looking into Aryan's eyes. “I love you, too,” replied Aryan, and they kissed again. Aryan then held Isabella's hand and came out of the church. Friends and relatives welcomed the newlywed couple, by showering flower petals and traditional rice on them. Meanwhile, some celebrants welcomed them by bursting firecrackers. “Te amo mucho, Aryan,” said Isabella, as they moved together from one guest to another  distributing a basket of gifts, and receiving gifts from them, in return. “I love you, too,” replied Aryan, and gave a sweet peck on her lips. “I feel so Spanish today,” he expressed joyfully. “I mean, you, your family, this culture, everything is so fantastic!” Isabella smiled. “And, I feel so Indian… Isabella Aryan Sehgal.” “Yes, my sweetheart,” replied Aryan, and smiled, and they kissed each other again… and again… and again. It was the most beautiful day in the lives of Isabella and Aryan, the day when they got married, the day when they took promises to always love each other and stay together. They were cherishing every moment of their togetherness. *** Back in Madrid, Ethan finally got discharged from the hospital. “Ethan… Son… listen… where are you going?” fretted Mark, as Ethan immediately rushed out of the hospital.

“I'll kill both of them, Dad!” Ethan snapped, ferociously. His eyes were burning in anger and revenge. He turned on the ignition of his Bentley, and zoomed out of the hospital's parking. Within minutes, Ethan reached Valen's palace. “Isabella… Isabella!” he angrily called out, ringing the doorbell persistently and banging the main door. “Open the damn door!” After a few moments, David, Valen's elderly household servant, opened the door and was shocked to see Ethan standing there with a gun in his hand, and a bandaged head. Fear instantly appeared in David's eyes. Ethan grabbed David from the collar of his shirt. “Where is Isabella? Tell me, or else I'll kill you!” he thundered. “Sir… sir...” David stuttered in terror. “Where is everyone? Isabella, her parents? Tell me!” Ethan demanded, pointing his gun at David's forehead. “I…I… I don't know, sir,” David stammered, his eyes wide-open, in fear. “You know everything, damn you!” growled Ethan, punching him brutally on his face. David fell down on the floor, and his nose started to bleed. “Sir, I don't know anything. Believe me,” he panted, looking at Ethan. Valen had strictly instructed David, not to disclose the truth about Isabella's marriage to Ethan or his family. “You know everything… tell me!” Ethan roared angrily, and banged David's head with the butt of his gun. David's head busted open and he started to bleed badly. Ethan kicked him twice in his stomach, and then in his chest. David helplessly groaned in pain. “You have your family. What will they do when you are dead?” Ethan warned, putting the muzzle of his gun in David's mouth. David saw death in front of his wide-opened eyes. He was bleeding, sweating and gasping for  air. “I'm asking you one last time, you old man, or else I'll kill you here and you know what I'll do ith your only daughter?” Ethan gave him the final warning. He then removed his gun from David's mouth, grabbed his jaw, and shouted, “Now tell me!” David remained silent, divided between the loyalty towards his master's family and love for  his own family. He had to choose one. “TELL ME!” Ethan shouted again, and mercilessly slapped David once more. David finally broke down, and blurted out, “Isabella ma'am… is in Valencia… at her  farmhouse… for her marriage.” “Damn her marriage!” Ethan thundered, slapping David again.

“Sir… sir... please... I beg you, let her live,” David pleaded, crying and holding Ethan's feet. “Damn you!” exclaimed Ethan, kicking David in his chest. He then clutched David's jaw, and arned, “If you tell anyone that I came here to enquire about Isabella and her lover... Then you know hat I'll do with your wife and daughter!” Ethan then pushed David towards the floor, and left instantly. Mark was getting really worried and tense. He knew his son was a hot-headed man, and he did not want his son's revenge to affect his  plans of acquiring Valen's business. He kept dialling Ethan's phone number, who finally answered his call. “Ethan, where are you?” questioned Mark, worried. “Dad, I'm going to Valencia. To bring her back, or to kill her,” Ethan snapped, driving quickly towards Valencia. “Valencia?!” asked Mark, surprised. “Yes, Dad... She is getting married there. So I'm going there to kill her, and her lover!” informed Ethan, furiously, as he sped past Coslada. Anger was glaring in his eyes, and revenge was in his mind. “Ethan, listen to me. Calm down. You are not a killer! And, try to understand. That girl is the only source to acquire Valen's business,” replied Mark. “And, why do you worry? We can ask any o our men to kill her lover, and bring her back to you,” he assured, trying to make his son understand. “No, Dad. It's my fight now. Either I'll bring her back, or I'll kill her so that no one else can get her!” declared Ethan. He was in no mood to listen to anyone. He disconnected the phone call, and drove quickly towards Valencia. At the wedding venue in Valencia, the ceremonies were over and all the guests had left. Aryan touched the feet of his parents-in-law, like a true Indian groom. Valen and Catherine looked at him, surprised. “In our Indian tradition, a guy touches the feet of his elders to seek blessings,” said Aryan, explaining the Indian tradition, while Isabella looked at them with a smile over her face. “Bless you, Son,” said Valen and Catherine. “We will leave now. You two stay here for your  edding night,” Valen added. “Daddy, you all can also stay here,” said Isabella, clutching her father's arm. “This is such a  big farmhouse. We all will leave tomorrow, together.” “No, sweetie, it's your wedding night. You two need some private moments,” explained Catherine, placing her loving hand over her daughter's cheek. “But, Mum… this is such a big farm house... So many rooms!” Isabella argued, politely. “My dear, I know you don't want us to leave. But, I wish I could stay here. Tomorrow morning I've to leave for Barcelona. So, I need to do the preparation,” explained Valen.

“Oh, okay.” Isabella's tone dropped. “Santina at least you stay here?” she then asked, turning towards her best friend. “What will I do here, Isbie?” Santina asked. “Moreover, my parents want to go home.” “I'll drop your parents,” said Valen, looking at Santina. “See, problem solved,” said Isabella, happily. “Now stay with us. We will feel safe.” Santina smiled. “Okay.” “Okay, children… We shall leave now. I'll be back in a couple of days, and see you all then,” said Valen, as they all bid each other goodbye. Valen and Catherine hugged Isabella, blessed her for her new life, and then left for Madrid. Aryan, Isabella and Santina then went inside the farmhouse building. Aryan stopped for a moment and looked at Santina, while Isabella went inside the matrimonial room. “Thank you for everything, Santina,” said Aryan. Santina smiled. “You're most welcome, Aryan. Just take care of my friend… my sister,” she replied. “Now go… she must be waiting for you!” she exclaimed, naughtily pushing Aryan towards the bedroom.

12. The Wedding Night

Aryan entered the room and saw Isabella standing in front of the dressing table, removing her  earrings. That was the moment he realised that his life had a completely new meaning, the woman he loved was now his wife. It was the time to fulfil all the promises he made to her, time to take care o her, to love her throughout his life. The twinkling vanilla candles all around, divinely lit the matrimonial room. They provided the intense warmth, fragrance and romanticism required for the special night. The room itself was mesmerisingly decorated with beautiful flowers including red roses, blue orchids, white lilies and  pink tulips. Locking the door from inside, Aryan walked towards Isabella as they exchanged glances in the dressing mirror. Isabella smiled sweetly, and a smile appeared on Aryan's face as well. He stood behind her for a moment, and kept looking at her in the mirror. He then inched closer and slowly ran his fingertips around her waist, and finally hugged her in his arms. The touch of his loving hands rippled a desire of love through her body. He removed the hairpin from her hair bun, and allowed her silky-shiny dark brown hair, to cascade down over her shoulders. He then gently pushed aside her hair to expose her flawless nape, and kissed her there. Her fragrance was intoxicating, like always. “I feel so secure in your arms,” Isabella whispered, resting her soft hands over his, while he kept holding her in his arms. “Close your eyes, Hun,” said Aryan, looking at her in the mirror and then kissing the slant o her cheek. Isabella smiled, and then closed her eyes. “Don't open them until I say,” said Aryan, and then took out the gift he had purchased for her the  previous day. The smile flickered over Isabella's face, as Aryan carefully put a heart-shaped, white-gold  pendant necklace around her neck. “Now open your eyes,” he said, hugging her again in his arms and looking at her in the mirror. Isabella opened her eyes, and in the mirror she saw, a beautiful necklace draped around her  neck. She swiftly saw the heart-shaped pendant, and found her and Aryan's name engraved on it. “Honey, this is so beautiful!” she cried excitedly, holding the pendant and looking at Aryan in the mirror. An exhilarating smile of happiness danced over her face. “Nothing is more beautiful than you, my love,” Aryan kissed the velvety skin of her cheek. “When did you buy it? You never told me,” she asked surprisingly, still holding the pendant. Aryan smiled. “I bought it yesterday, when I went to buy a suit for myself.” “Muchas gracias, mi amor. This is very special to me,” Isabella happily expressed, looking at

him in the mirror. Aryan cupped her shoulders, and turned her around to face him. He then held her hands, looked into her hazel eyes, and remembered the moment when he first saw those beautiful eyes. The way he looked at her, made her blush. “Bella, the journey from that rainy day, when I first saw you, till today has been the most treasured part of my life… and the reason is you,” said Aryan. Isabella kept looking at him, smiling and feeling extremely happy. She just wanted to listen to him, wanted to hear his heart and feelings. She saw abundance of love in his eyes, all for her, and she ished to lose herself in that love with him. Aryan continued, “I saw you that day, so beautiful you looked... so simple, yet so stunning. Then we met again, we came to know about each other, our pasts, our present. When I fell in love ith you, I myself don't know.” An adorable blush spread over Isabella's face. “Moments spent with you are so perfect. This is all because of you, Bella. I feel blessed  because you love me so much. Today is a big day, and it is so more special, because you are with me, as my wife. I promise to love you like this always, to be always with you in good times and bad times,” Aryan lovingly added. For a long moment, there was a silence in the room as Isabella looked at Aryan with wet eyes. However, those were tears of happiness. His words made her speechless. A promise she had not asked for, a promise made to spend life with togetherness and love. It was the most precious moment she could ever recall. “I hope the speech was not too long,” said Aryan, to break the silence. Isabella shook her head, and smiled. “It was perfect, honey... just like you are.” She wiped her  et eyes, and then lovingly kissed his forehead and cheeks. “Te amo mucho, Aryan,” she hugged him. “I love you too, Bella,” replied Aryan, wrapping his arms around her. “You look bonito… so very beautiful,” he said, as his hands tenderly traced her back, running up, opening the hooks of her  edding gown. Isabella closed her eyes, as Aryan buried his face around her neck and traced her collarbone ith his warm breath and parted lips. Sweet sensations sparked within her body, as he slowly moved his lips over her soft cheek, kissing her chin and then running his lips over her jaw line. “Together… we are so perfect,” Isabella whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck, as every move of Aryan urged her to snuggle closer. Aryan kept kissing her around her neck and shoulders, while his hands slowly smoothed the  beautiful white gown down her long legs until it dropped on the floor, making a circle around her feet. A bolt of electricity went down her spine, as she stood half-naked in front of her love, her husband –  Aryan.

It was the most beautiful night of their lives – their wedding night. The moon was full, splashing its bright silver light all over and making the night shine, with a magical canopy of stars sprayed against a velvety sky. Aryan pulled Isabella closer in his arms and tenderly kissed her nose, and then savoured the satin of her cheeks. He inhaled her, discovered her and tasted her, and then lightly kissed her lips. Isabella smiled and then wrapped her arms firmly around his neck, locking his lips with hers. The soft and gentle kiss slowly turned into a passionate one as they invited each other's tongues, playing and entwining in love. Her hands moved towards the buttons of his shirt as she kept kissing him intensely. Undressing him, Isabella exposed his taut chest in a quick move, and again sealed his lips in a wild kiss. Hugging and kissing each other, they slowly moved towards their matrimonial bed, beautifully decorated with roses and various loose petals strewn upon the bed covers. “I've been waiting for this night,” said Aryan, as they lay on the bed arm-in-arm. “Me too,” Isabella blushed. “Your touch makes me feel complete. Love me, Aryan, as I want to love you,” she added, a sensuousness twinkled in her voice and eyes. They cuddled over, and Isabella moved on top of Aryan, straddling him. She then bent down, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, and gently traced the outline of his lips with her soft and arm tongue tip. Aryan, feeling aroused, pulled her closer and they again locked each other, in a zealous kiss. Quickly undressing each other, with fire smouldering inside their unclad bodies, they started kissing each other, fervently, passionately and longingly. They stopped kissing for a while, and looked lovingly at each other. “This is the most special moment of my life, Aryan,” said Isabella, and kissed Aryan's forehead. “Every girl dreams about her wedding day, her wedding night. This moment is oh so special  because you are with me... my love... my husband, and I want to be in your arms till my last breath. Love me, Aryan.” Aryan smiled, and then engulfed her firmly in his embrace. He again sealed her luscious lips ith a longing kiss, while his one hand slowly slid up, leaving her shivering abdomen and tenderly cupping her delicate yet firm curves. The desire had reached its peak inside Isabella, as she placed her hands over his shoulders and pushed him downwards, as if urging him to love her completely. Aryan, sensing her desires matching his own, broke the kiss and moved downwards, kissing her chin and the fragrant hollow of her neck. He moved further down and gazed at her bare and beautiful chest, inviting him to love her more. He then gently kissed and loved her exposed curves, savouring her tiny moans, and making her yearn for him, hungrily. He trailed his tongue over the taut, blushing buds and then passionately splashed kisses over her slim, supple and shivering belly. Aryan then stopped for a moment and looked at Isabella. She was breathing hard and trembling in pleasure and excitement. “I love you so much,” he said, and then kissed her belly button, while his hands gently slid over her smooth thighs. A love-wave rippled through Isabella as Aryan bent her knees and gently stretched them apart. He then bent down, showering kisses over her toes, her legs, moving up, kissing all the way around

her warm inner thighs. Shivers of extreme pleasure ran down her legs, made her toes curl-up. The soft and gentle touch of Aryan's lips and the feel of his warm breaths on her thighs made her hunger for  love. She closed her eyes, surrendering herself to the love of her man. Her moans became deeper, her   breathing grew heavier as Aryan finally placed his lips in-between her legs, kissing and loving her  arm intimate folds, sending a pulse of arousal through her body. She gave a low cry, and her fingers caught his thick hair. The feminine cry of pleasure sang in his veins, and the divine scent and rich taste of womanliness, flooded his senses. “Oh, Aryan… don't stop, please,” moaned Isabella, her eyes closed and her fingers entangled in his hair. She was squirming, melting, as Aryan kept kissing and loving her warm, fragrant feminine core. Isabella firmly clutched his shoulders, digging her nails deep into his damp skin, pulled him upwards and fervently kissed his lips. Biting and kissing him all over, she straddled him around his aist and bent down to kiss him more... love him more. She kissed him around his neck, then slowly sliding down, began kissing him all over his chest. Moving further downwards, she washed his stomach with warm and tender kisses. Finally, upon reaching his manhood, wild desire took over her   body. Touching his sensitive parts, she began kissing and loving him. Waves of love and passion were flowing through Aryan's veins as he placed his hands over her head, as she loved him, whispering his name in between deep breaths she took. Aryan, fully aroused, pulled her over and locked her in another passionate kiss. He rolled over  and moved on top of her without breaking the intimate kiss. “Not surprised, but you are looking more beautiful on our wedding night,” Aryan complimented, taking a heavy breath, as they played with each other's tongues, and then kissed again… and again… and again. “Te amo mucho, mi amor,” Isabella whispered. “Put your hands on me,” she said sensuously, resting Aryan's hand over her warm heart. “My heart is beating for you.” The temperature of the room was soaring. The night was getting darker, the twinkling stars shining their blessings upon the couple in love. Soon their bodies merged in a sweet union and they made love with overwhelming passion. Songs of intense romance played in their veins as they relished their wedding night, with the purity of their deep love for each other. It was the union of two souls, union of two soul-mates, forever. Isabella took deep, heavy breaths, and trembled in his arms, after sharing the sweet pleasure o lovemaking with Aryan. “Are you ok?” asked Aryan, panting himself, as he threaded his fingers through the silky strands of her hair and held her closely. Isabella nodded, smiling demurely. “I want a baby girl. Like you, bonito… beautiful,” Aryan smiled, and kissed her forehead. Lots of babies,” replied Isabella sweetly, and gently kissed his lips.

Aryan kept looking into her eyes, his finger tracing her cheeks, chin, and her lips. “Tu sonrisa es muy bonita,” he complimented, to mean 'your smile is very beautiful'. “Awww, my love, you sound so sweet when you speak Spanish,” Isabella cried excitedly. She hugged him, and then tried to say in Hindi the words she had often heard him whisper in her ears, “Main tumse pyaar… karti hun…” remembering to change 'karta'  to 'karti'  as she said, the beautiful lyrical words of love to him. “Me too, my love, me too,” replied Aryan, and lovingly kissed her lips. They kissed each other once more… and more… and much more. Isabella then rested her head over his chest, wrapped her arm around him and relaxed. Aryan too wrapped his arms around her, and unconsciously began to hum a few words while caressing her  hair. “Wow! Which song is this? I've never heard it before,” asked Isabella excitedly, as she sprang up, looking at Aryan in surprise. Aryan smiled, lovingly stroking her hair. “I wrote it, for you.” “Really?” Isabella, happily surprised, wrapped her arms firmly around Aryan. “I want to listen to it.” “Okay,” Aryan sweetly acquiesced. “The song is titled – The Feel of Your Love.” He then  began to sing, smoothening down Isabella's hair, while she closed her eyes and rested her head on his chest, hugging him. “Whenever I see you, I hold you, I feel you  y heart begins to love you… ever more, You know I love you, how much I really do n my life, I was never… so sure…

old me… and see, just what I really mean You'll know why my love feels so strong… Stay… with me, there is nothing like this t's the feel of your love, which makes me go on…

Yours is the love that I live for, I can die for, any day n your arms, I find my… whole world… nd when you come closer, so much closer… this way

 begin to wonder, if this is all real…

You hold me… and see, right through my eyes These moments are special… so strong… You stay… with me, loving all though this night  t's the feel of your love, which makes me go on…

 Love is the way that I love you, how truly I'm true You're the one I'll always keep in my heart…  know you love me; I know how much you really do Yours is the love I'll always long for…

ear… me say, what I've to convey 'll love you every day, like I never did before… old me, in your heart night and day t's the feel of your love, which makes me go on… and on… and on.”

Aryan finished the song, and bent down to kiss Isabella's forehead. “Oh, love,” cried Isabella, as she lifted her face from his chest, turned around and hugged him in her arms. “This song is so special to me. This is so beautiful! Each word of this song is now embedded in my heart.” “You liked it?” asked Aryan. “I loved it!” replied Isabella, gleefully. “I was listening to you, with my eyes closed, and I felt I was in paradise with you,” she added, and then locked his lips with hers, and they kissed  passionately once more. It was indeed the most precious night of their lives, and they slept in love and peace. They hardly knew that Ethan was on his way to Valencia. Quite a few of his gunmen also joined him when he reached 'Mejorada del Campo', a town about twenty kilometres from Madrid. They all were heading towards Valencia, chasing the innocent couple in love. 13. Next Morning – A Decisive One

The early morning twittering of beautiful birds, flocking in the lush green lawn, awakened Isabella. The sun was about to rise, and the pink-tinged peach sky looked mesmerising. Cool breeze as blowing through the windows of their room, making the ivory-white curtains gently rise and fall.

Isabella looked at Aryan, and a smile touched her lips. It was a different morning for her, different from all other mornings she had lived so far. That morning she awoke as a married woman, and married to the man, she loved so much. She lifted herself a little and then glanced at the table clock. The clock showed ten past five. She again lay down and looked at Aryan, who was sleeping with his arm draped over her body and his face towards her. She brought her face closer to his and kissed his cheek, and then tenderly kissed his lips. The gentle touch of Isabella's warm lips awakened Aryan. “What are you doing, my naughty girl?” he asked groggily, wrapping his arm around her more tightly, and pulling her closer. Isabella, too, embraced him, and kissed his forehead. “Loving my husband... Now I've the official licence to love you,” she winked, running her fingertips over his lips. “You already had that, didn't you?” Aryan pulled her closer, and kissed her eyes, her forehead, her nose and her cheeks. Isabella nodded, and smiled. Every kiss of Aryan rippled an excitement of love within her   body. “I can feel your breath; it feels the same as mine,” she whispered, and then kissed his lips. Their warm breaths entwined, their lips met, and they engaged themselves in a passionate kiss hile cuddling over their love-bed. They kissed… and kissed… and kissed some more. “Nine months from now, we will have our baby.” A twinkling smile smeared Isabella's face, as she wrapped an arm firmly around Aryan. “Yes, my sweetheart. That will be the happiest day of my life,” Aryan expressed, and then kissed her lips once more. They then rested arm-in-arm, savouring those beautiful moments o togetherness. “It's such a beautiful morning today,” Isabella sighed, staring outside the window, and then turning towards Aryan. “Let's go out in the garden and enjoy our first morning together,” she happily suggested. “No, Hun… let's enjoy our morning on this beautiful bed,” cried Aryan mischievously, stretching over the bed, not willing to get up. Isabella quickly arose, and started to put on her baby-pink chiffon nightgown. Aryan adoringly gazed at her, as she dressed herself. “You look so beautiful like this… so bonito. Don't get dressed, Hun,” he said, naughtily. Isabella moved towards Aryan, grabbed his hand and pulled him with all her power. “Please get up and wear something, honey. Let's go out in the garden,” she insisted. “Your wish is my command, my Princess,” replied Aryan, jumping out of the bed, and quickly earing his shirt and lowers. Aryan then held Isabella's hand, her soft fingers filling the empty spaces in-between his fingers. He opened the door of their room, and they walked towards the lush-green lawn of the farmhouse. “Awesome weather,” he said, taking a deep breath.

They walked barefoot, hand in hand, on the green grass that was wet due to the early morning dew. “Let's sit there.” Isabella pointed towards a wooden couch, kept in the garden. Aryan nodded, and they both sauntered towards the couch, still holding each other's hand. They sat on it, and Isabella rested her head on Aryan's shoulder, clutching his hand tightly. “I still can't believe that we're married. Everything sorted out so easily,” Isabella said, contentedly. Aryan nodded and smiled, and then ran his fingers on her cheeks, bringing his lips closer to hers. “Your breath is so warm, even in the cool breeze,” he whispered, and then kissed her lips. “Te amo.” Isabella smiled, looking into his eyes. “I love you, too,” replied Aryan, and they engaged themselves in another passionate kiss. A sudden loud sound of a gunshot startled them, and they broke off the kiss in panic. They instantly looked towards the main entrance of the farmhouse, from where the sound came. Fear  gripped them, instantly sensing danger. “It's Ethan's car!” Isabella screamed in fear, recognising Ethan's Bentley at the entry-gate o the farmhouse. “RUN ARYAN!” she shouted, frantically. Isabella and Aryan held each other's hand, and ran hard towards their room. The loud sound o the gunshot awoke Santina as well, and she swiftly rushed towards Isabella's room. Isabella and Aryan ran as fast as they could, gripping each other's hand. As soon as they were about to enter the room, Isabella heard three gunshots, one after another. She immediately looked at Aryan. His eyes ere wide open. A silence gripped his throat. He too looked at her painfully, as his feet trembled, and his hold on her hand loosened. The bullets had hit him! Blood started to flow out of his wounds. “Aryan… Aaaryannn!” Isabella screamed. Tears welled up her eyes. A shiver of pain and  panic surged through her body. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Ethan, along with his men, slowly walking towards them. Ethan had a wicked smile on his face and a gun in his hand. She then looked back at Aryan, who was groaning in deep pain. She lost hold of Aryan's hand, and he fell down on the ground. “Aryan... Aryan... Get up please!” Isabella cried as she held Aryan from his arm and dragged him inside the room with all her strength, and then quickly locked the door from inside. “Aaaaryannnnn!” Santina exclaimed in shock, as she entered Isabella's room and saw Aryan's hite shirt, soaked with blood. “Santina… look at him, he is bleeding!” cried Isabella, looking helplessly at her friend, and holding Aryan closer in her arms. “Don't worry, Isbie… Nothing will happen to Aryan,” assured Santina, though feeling extremely panicked deep within. “Let's take him to another room,” she suggested.

Isabella nodded, and then she and Santina quickly dragged Aryan into the adjacent room, and locked the room from inside. Ethan and his men then started firing bullets at the farmhouse building, completely rattling the doors and the windowpanes. “Don't close your eyes, baby… Aryan… Talk to me! Please…” Isabella cried, as Aryan began to lose consciousness. Santina watched them helplessly. “Say something, honey! Baby, look at me.” Isabella kept on crying uncontrollably, while Ethan and his men kept firing from outside. The gunshots completely destroyed the matrimonial room. “Santina… he is not talking... Please do something,” Isabella fretted, her wet eyes helplessly andering all around. Santina was helpless, too. Suddenly an idea struck Isabella, and she shouted, “Santina, bring your car keys!” “For what?” asked Santina, perplexed. “Bring you car keys, damn it! We do not have time!” Isabella thundered. Aryan was finding it very difficult to keep his eyes open. He was groaning in severe pain. Blood was flowing from his wounds. Santina rushed to her room, immediately brought her car keys, and then gave it to Isabella. “This farmhouse has two gates, one at the front and another at the back. Aryan's car is parked at the front gate, from where Ethan came... so, can't take his car. I'm moving out in your car. It's parked  behind the farmhouse, and I'll escape through the back gate. I'm sure Ethan will think that we all are fleeing, so he will chase me, and I'll try to take him away, as far as possible,” Isabella hurriedly explained her plan, hugging Aryan close to her heart. Santina listened to her carefully. “You drive Aryan's car, and take him to the nearby hospital as soon as you can. Okay?” Isabella instructed. Santina nodded, and looked at the couple, with helpless tears in her eyes. Isabella then looked at Aryan who was lying in her lap, his eyes almost shut. “Aryan… honey… Open your eyes. You have to live for me, baby!” she cried, tapping his cheek, and then kissed his dry lips. Aryan was gasping for air. He began to feel a darkness overcome him, and Isabella's face was slowly fading in front of his eyes. “Santina… please, take care of him,” Isabella literally pleaded, hugging Aryan firmly, and looking at her best friend with tear-filled eyes. Santina nodded, and Isabella carefully shifted Aryan's head onto Santina's lap. Isabella then ran a loving hand over Aryan's cheek, and kept looking at him persistently. Her heart was aching and crying, along with her eyes. She did not want to leave him even for a single moment. She was not even sure if she would be able to see him again or not, but she had no other option left. After taking a

 painful sigh and one last look at her love, she ran towards the back door of the farmhouse, and hurriedly fled in Santina's car. “There they are!” shouted one of Ethan's men, pointing towards the car in which Isabella was escaping. “Follow them!” Ethan ordered. He and his men then quickly rushed back into their cars, and chased Isabella's car. “I have to take Ethan far away from Aryan,” Isabella mumbled, wiping her tears, as she sped towards the main highway. Meanwhile, the bullet firing had stopped at the farmhouse. Santina carefully placed Aryan's head on the floor, and picked the car keys from the key holder. She then went inside the matrimonial room, which was completely destroyed, and peeked through the keyhole in the door to check if Ethan as still there or not. She could not see anyone. Her heart was beating hard in fear. She furtively opened the door, and looked all around. To her relief, Ethan and his men were not there. She gathered some more courage, and ran towards the car. She then quickly drove the car from the main gate to the front door of the farmhouse building. She rushed inside the room, and found Aryan almost unconscious. “Aryan… ARYAN!” she shouted loudly, tapping his cheek. Aryan's eyes were barely open. His white shirt had completely turned red, drenched in blood. He was groaning in pain… severe pain! “Isabella…” he uttered in a heavy tone. “Aryan… Get up! We have to go to the hospital.” Santina made him stand, wrapping an arm around his waist and holding his one arm over her own shoulder. She could feel his blood dripping on her arm. Aryan's legs were trembling, but Santina kept holding him firmly, with all her strength. Upon reaching the car, she opened the door and made him sit in the rear seat. She then quickly drove him towards the nearby hospital. Meanwhile, Isabella was taking the evil, Ethan, away from her love, Aryan. “Drive fast!” Ethan ordered his men, as they chased Isabella through the long highways o Spain. “Nobody will shoot, until I order. The man is already hit, and I want Isabella alive!” Isabella drove as fast as she could. Her main motive was to take Ethan far away from Aryan, so that Santina could take Aryan to the hospital. As she sped away, she kept looking behind helplessly. Every time she looked in the rear-view mirror, she saw Ethan chasing her, and at the same moment she felt that she was moving away from Aryan. Her heart was terrorised, and gripped by a desolate pain at the thought that each mile travelled took her further away from her husband, her love - Aryan. She suddenly took a sharp right turn on the highway, and broke the barrier that separated the main highway from the forest area on the roadside. Ethan and his men chased her into the forest as she kept driving on the uneven and unknown muddy paths. “Shoot at the tyre of her car!” ordered Ethan. His gunman aimed at the rear tyre of Isabella's car, and shot at it. The tyre of Isabella's car 

 burst and the car lost its balance. Isabella screamed as her car hit the tree and then twirled in the air   before hitting the ground. She got badly hurt, but she somehow, tried to escape out of the overturned car. Ethan came out of his car and walked towards Isabella's overturned car, wearing a cunning smile of victory over his face. Isabella, dazed, began to crawl out of the car. “It's too late, darling,” Ethan said, upon reaching her car. “Don't make me run too much for  you!” Isabella, bruised, looked at him helplessly. She had red scars all over her face and arms, and eyes still wet with fear and sadness. “Oh, you are hurt,” Ethan mocked, running his fingers on her quickly reddening face. He then looked inside the overturned car. “Where is your lover?” he roared, returning his gaze towards Isabella. “Oh, I guess he died with those sweet gunshots. I feel so sad for him,” he sniggered. “What the hell do you want, Ethan?” Isabella cried, crawling back. “Do I still need to explain what I want?” asked Ethan, running his lusty fingers on her neck. “I ant you… your divine body… for my own. If you agree, nothing will happen. But if you disagree, I'll send your parents to the same place where your lover has gone,” he warned. “Why are you dragging my parents into this?” Isabella cried. “Why shouldn't I, damn it?” Ethan thundered, his eyes glaring at Isabella. He inched closer, and mercilessly grabbed her jaw. “If you won't do as I say, or you think of escaping... or maybe killing yourself, then everyone related to you will die,” he warned again, and then pushed her back. “Yet you can save everyone by coming with me,” he suggested, running his fingertip over her bruised face. Isabella swayed back, and Ethan sniggered again. “I give you two minutes to decide yours and everyone's fate,” he said, glancing at his wrist-watch. Meanwhile, Santina quickly took Aryan to the nearby hospital. He was unconscious, and had suffered extensive blood loss. In the emergency room, doctors urgently checked his pulse rate, which as dropping with every passing second. “There is excessive bleeding! We have to urgently operate on him. We will try our best, but still, the chances are very slim,” one of the surgeons informed Santina, as they moved Aryan inside the operation theatre. Santina helplessly sat down on the hospital bench, and fervently prayed for the wellbeing o Isabella and Aryan. Isabella's two minutes to decide her and everyone's fate were over. “So what have you decided?” asked Ethan, tracing Isabella's cheeks with the muzzle of his gun. Isabella was helpless. She knew Ethan does whatever he says. It was the biggest and the toughest decision of her life. She had to choose either her own happiness, to spend the rest of her life

ith Aryan, or her loved ones' wellbeing. She knew that saying a 'no' to Ethan will put Aryan, her  own family, her near and dear ones in danger, and saying a 'yes' to him means living like a dead body for the rest of her life. It was the ultimate test of her love, and she knew she had to make a huge sacrifice, to save everyone. After stressing her mind with painful thoughts, she finally said in a glum voice, “Okay… I'll go ith you, wherever you say.” Ethan smiled. His ego, to 'win' Isabella, now fulfilled. “But please, don't do anything to my family,” Isabella begged, joining her hands, and looking at him with helpless and tearful eyes. “That's a promise,” replied Ethan, running his fingers over her lips. Isabella shut her eyes, in agony, and knowing that from then on, she would have to bear the repelling touch of Ethan, to keep her parents, friends, and Aryan away from danger. Back at the hospital, after critical hours to save Aryan's life, the operation ended and the surgeons came out of the operation theatre, with sad faces. Santina immediately rushed towards one of the surgeons. She noticed the disappointment on his face. “Doctor… how is Aryan?” she asked, nervously. “The bullet shots damaged his liver, and a portion of his lung. Therefore, we had to do a major  operation. But there was too much blood loss,” the surgeon replied, his tone serious. Santina's heartbeat grew faster, anticipating some bad news. She kept looking at the surgeon,  praying fervently in her thoughts for some miracle. “We are sorry,” the surgeon added, disappointingly. “But, Aryan has gone into a coma.” Santina was stunned. “Oh God! What are you doing this to two innocent people in love?” she muttered, and then sat on the hospital bench in disbelief.

PART 3 UNITED STATES of AMERICA 14. Life in New York City Three-and-a-half months later…

It was a chilly December morning, and the snow had completely covered the New York City. Ethan was tying the knot of his tie when he glanced at Isabella as she woke up. He walked towards her bed, and sat beside her. “How's my sweetheart?” he asked, and then kissed her forehead. Isabella felt uncomfortable with that kiss. She never liked Ethan's closeness. However, she had no other option but to live with him and fulfil his atrocious demands to keep him away from her loved ones. Ethan often claimed he loved her, but he tortured her too. He used her whenever he wanted to satisfy his own physical desires. His extreme mood swings, paranoid behaviour and his involvement in many criminal activities had turned her life into a living hell. She despised him, but he left her with no choice, because those she loved were threatened. “How's our baby doing?” he asked, resting his hand over Isabella's abdomen. “You've an appointment today with your doctor. You remember?” “Yeah, I know,” replied Isabella, sitting carefully, resting her back against the headboard. “Are you coming with me?” She looked at him and asked for the sake of formality, because she knew he ould not come. “No, sweetheart,” replied Ethan. He arose, and walked towards the dressing mirror. “I've to go and fix a man who is not returning the money he took from me two months ago. He is absconding now. How far he can run? My men will find him, extract the money, and…” he sniggered, adjusting his cuff-links. “And?” asked Isabella, her gaze fixed at Ethan “Will kill him,” Ethan snapped. “Kill him?! How many innocent people will you kill, damn it!” Isabella frowned, slowly rising from the bed. “I've told you… stay out of my work,” glared Ethan, pointing his finger at Isabella. “Work?! Is killing people your work?” Isabella argued, moving closer towards Ethan.

“I don't want to kill them, sweetheart,” Ethan replied, nonchalantly. “They themselves force me, and I feel so sad for them,” he mocked, wearing his coat. He then loaded his Walther P99 pistol, and put it in the inner pocket of his coat. “And this bastard has taken money from me, and now not returning it. So he has forced me to kill him,” he justified. “Are you a policeman? Or, a judge? Who are you to decide his fate?” asked Isabella, clutching Ethan's forearm. “If he is not able to return your money, then you can ask him for the reason. He is fleeing because of your fear.” “Fear!” Ethan sniggered. “That's what I want people to know… Ethan is the name to fear.” He  placed an arm around her and stared into her eyes, as if he was making a statement. “You're an awful man, Ethan,” Isabella cried, shrugging off his arm. “I don't want my child to grow up in an atmosphere where betting is a time-pass, smuggling is a business and bloodshed is a sport!” “My son will carry my legacy,” retorted Ethan. “He will help me in achieving my dream to rule the entire world.” “Son?!” asked Isabella, surprised. “What if I deliver a daughter?” “I want a son, sweetheart,” Ethan literally ordered. “And, I know you will fulfil my wish,” he smiled, and ran a hand through her hair. “Don't touch me!” Isabella swayed back. “Your dirty hands are dipped in the blood of many innocent people. My child will never get into this mess of yours! Aren't you afraid of the police?” Ethan laughed, and that made Isabella feel as if she was an idiot who was trying to explain a rigid, imperious, and a power-hungry man. “You're forgetting, darling; you're the fiancée of a don. Police, customs, are all in my pocket,” he replied, and then leaned forward to kiss her. Isabella moved back. “Ethan… Please listen to me. Why don't you leave all this and help your  father in his business?” she asked, politely, trying her best to show him the right path. “This is my business! And, if you don't like it, you have no choice but to live with it!” Ethan  pushed her back, and then angrily walked out of the room. Isabella watched him leave, banging the door behind him. For a moment, she just stood there, then sat on the bed and wept. She felt desolate. She was a prisoner.  Ethan is crazy, evil! She thought, as she shuddered in fear. Remembering the beautiful moments spent with her loving husband, Aryan, copious tears fell from her eyes. She knew that sacrificing her love meant saving everyone. She felt so sad, longing for the only man she had ever loved. “Aryan, I miss you so much,” she sobbed helplessly. Suddenly, her mobile phone rang. It was Santina's call. Isabella swiftly peeped outside her  room's window to check if Ethan was gone. She saw his car moving out of the main entrance of the mansion.

“Hello,” Isabella answered the call, wiping her tears. She was not capable of saying anything more than than that that as words wor ds chok choked ed in her throat due to all the the pain p ain and suf s uffering fering she was wa s going through through.. “Hi, Isbie,” replied Santina. “How are you, dear?” “Estoy bien… bien… I'm ok.” ok.” Isabella's Isabell a's tone tone was w as low. l ow. Santina knew that Isabella could never be 'ok' with Ethan. She also knew that her best friend as making a big sacrifice for everyone. “Isbie, no matter how much you hide from me, I know what you are going through. I know you've been crying again,” she empathised. “La vida es bella, Santina! I'm fine! Why do all of you always worry about me?” Isabella retorted in frustration. She meant meant that her life was beautiful. “Because we all love you,” rejoined Santina. “Your parents, I and…” “And?! And And who?” w ho?” “Aryan,” Santina answered. “Isbie, you may never ask about him, but I know you pray every moment for his well-being. Don't we know how much you two love each other? He is your husband, Isbie. For how long will you stay away from him?” “FOREVER!” “FOREVER!” Isabella Isabel la shot back firmly, firmly, making making hers herself elf strong s tronger er to answer answe r Santin S antina. a. “Oh come on, Isbie. Just because you are afraid that Ethan will again hurt him if you two get together, you want to stay away from him. Why are you making your love so weak? One day, Ethan ill get to know the truth about the baby. The baby is not his. The baby is yours and Aryan's,” Santina argued. Isabella shut her wet eyes in anguish, and painful tears rolled down her cheeks. “I know! I know! kn ow! I love Aryan so much much.. I cannot cannot risk ris k hhis is life l ife again, just because beca use of me. me. He has been bee n battli battling ng for  his life for the last four months and… and seems to have a very little chance of recovering,” she cried. Santina quietly listened to her best friend. “I'm not not selfish, se lfish, Sant Sa ntina. ina. I love l ove Aryan, Aryan, im i mmensely. I can sacrifi sac rifice ce myself again and again a gain just to save him. I just wish he comes out of his coma,” Isabella continued to cry. “And then?” “Then, when he recover rec overs...” s...” Isabella Isabel la paused, and wiped wi ped her tears. tears . “Then just tell him that that Isabella Isabella is i s dead.” “Brilliant!” rejoined Santina, sarcastically. “On one hand, you are praying for his quick  recovery and then, on the other, if he awakens, you want me to tell him a pathetic lie that you are dead, so that he dies in pain and solitude?” she argued, feeling exasperated. “C'mon, Isbie… remember, you once said to me that Aryan is with you, whatever happens, so don't worry.” Isabella stayed mum, reminiscing the days she spent with Aryan. Days when she remembered their life as beautiful, when hope existed and their love made happiness possible. However, those

days were gone. Isabella felt a profound pain clutched to her heart. “Anyway,” Santina sighed. “I have called to inform you that the doctors have decided to move Aryan from the ICU down to the personal ward. He is recovering, and the doctors have hinted that there are very good chances of him recovering very soon.” A huge sigh of relief instantly lit up Isabella's glum face. She had been waiting for months to hear some good news.  Lord Jesus, Jes us, please grant Aryan a chance to live! Please recover him soon, she murmured silently, as she fervently prayed for a miracle. “Isbie, are you listening to me?” asked Santina, softly. “Hmm…” “Isbie, just hold on until Aryan recovers fully. As soon as he recovers, he will surely come to take you out from Ethan's prison,” assured Santina. “I know you're waiting for him.” Isabella remained silent. She wanted to believe Santina, wanted to hope that what her friend as saying could be true. Yet, she knew that Ethan would never allow that to happen. So, she made herself stronger and more rigid, not to flourish any hope again. Ethan had forced her to live a horrid life, and he had killed whatever feelings she may have still had. The only emotion she felt within was for Aryan, the child she carried, her parents, and her friend Santina. But she had to pretend to be numb and emotionless when Ethan was around. It was her only defence against all his barbaric acts. “Take care of yourself and your child, okay? Your child needs his father. Ethan is not his father.” Santina continued to comfort her best friend who was going through the worst phase of her  life. “I know, Santina, but look at Aryan,” replied Isabella. “Today he is in hospital because of me and our love. I can't…” “Oh for God's sake SHUT UP, Isbie. Enough of these sacrifices!” Santina angrily interrupted Isabella in-between. She then paused for a moment, and calmed herself. “What do you think, only you love Aryan, that he doesn't love you? The day you deliver your baby, Ethan will come to know that it's not his… and then, then, you kn know ow what he he will wi ll do!” Though Isabella had convinced Ethan that it was his child, she remained silent, knowing Santina was right. “Aryan is recovering, and he will definitely come to take you and your child away,” Santina reassured. “But… “But… Santina,” Santina,” uttered uttered Isabella, Isabell a, still stil l rigid with w ith her her decision. decis ion. Santina was getting frustrated with Isabella's stubbornness, but she knew her friend needed her. “Isbie, do you trust Aryan?” she asked, eloquently. Isabella remembered how Aryan used to ask her if she trusted him or not, and, she trusted him more than herself, more than God, more than her life. “I do,” she answered, softly.

Do you love Aryan?” “I do.” “Then why do you fear, sweetie? As far as I know, Aryan will never let you stay with Ethan. He will find you even if I do not tell him. He will come to take you, Isbie. He too loves you,” Santina reassured. Santina's words made Isabella feel a little better. Hope began to flare inside her heart. For a moment, she forgot all the pain and suffering of her life. Still, she was going through mixed emotions happy that Aryan was recovering, and sad that she cannot be with him. “Thank you for everything, Santina,” she said. “You have done a lot for Aryan, and in turn you have done a lot for me.” “In friendship... no sorry; no thank you.” Santina smiled. “Now I'm going. I need to talk to the doctor. Take care of yourself, okay?” “Hmm... Okay.” “Good. I'll call you soon, bye,” replied Santina, and they ended the call. Santina turned around and saw Valen, Isabella's father, having a chat with the doctor. “Hello, Uncle,” she greeted gree ted him. “Hey, Santina, how are you, my child?” Valen hugged her and kissed her forehead. Santina Santina sm s miled. il ed. “I'm fine, fine, Uncle Uncle.” .” “The doctors have just updated me. They are shifting Aryan to a personal ward. I'm so delighted,” beamed Valen. “Yes, Uncle, this is indeed very good news,” replied Santina, joyfully. “I just finished a call ith Isbie… informed her about Aryan's health, though she never asks about him. But, she is still firm about her her decision.” decisi on.” Valen sighed, concerned. “She has her own reason to be firm. Love involves sacrifices too. But, I also don't want my daughter to stay with that merciless man,” he said, a little angrily. He then looked at Santina, and smiled. “Thank you so much, dear, for being such a true friend of hers.” Santina smiled. “No need to thank me, Uncle. Aryan is receiving such a good treatment because of you. Isabella doesn't even know that you alone are paying for all the expenses.” “Money is not everything, Santina... Relationships are,” replied Valen. “I want Aryan to recover soon. He is like my son, and he is the only one who can bring back Isabella.” “Yeah, “Y eah, Uncle Uncle,” ,” Santina agreed. agreed . Valen then turned towards the doctor, and asked, “How much time, do you expect, it will take Aryan to recover fully?” “Two, maybe three months,” replied the doctor. “Aryan has shown some movements today and his condition is improving fast. Though, he is still unconscious. But don't worry. He is out of all

dangers.” “Gracias a Dios,” Valen thanked God, and then looked at the doctor. “Thank you, doctor, for  hat you have done for me, and my family.” The doctor smiled. “It's a miracle that Aryan is recovering, a result of your prayers. We had almost lost all hopes of his survival, but your prayers have brought him back... from death!” A smile lit up the faces of Valen and Santina. Both were relaxed and happy after so many days, especially after that one bad morning that changed everyone's life. “I'll leave now, Santina,” said Valen. “You also come with me. I'll drop you home.” “Thanks, Uncle, but I'll stay here for some time,” Santina replied. “I've my car, and I'll leave in an hour.” Valen smiled. He cupped her shoulders and kissed her forehead. “Isabella is not here. I see her  in you, my dear. God bless you.” He gave Santina a fatherly hug, and then left. *** In New York, Ethan came back home in the evening. “Isabella! Isabella!” he called out loudly, searching for her in all the rooms but did not find her  anywhere. “She was supposed to meet her doctor today. But, she should have come back home by now,” he muttered, dialling her number on his phone. Impatience made him pace the room in silent fury. “Pick up the phone!” he muttered, feeling exasperated, as he kept dialling her mobile number,  but she she did not answer. He tossed his coat on the sofa and loosened l oosened his tie. He then then walked wal ked towards the bar, folding the sleeves of his shirt. He made a glass of whisky, then sat on the sofa and dialled Isabella's number again. “C'mon, pick up the phone, damn it!” he shouted angrily, and then took a sip from his glass. Isabella did not answer. Ethan threw his phone on the sofa in frustration. He was furious, and negative thoughts were circling in his mind. He kept looking at his wristwatch as he impatiently waited for her. The ticking o the wall-clock, the only sound in the quiet room, as Ethan's livid eyes bore through the door, like a hunter waiting for his prey to appear. After one hour, Isabella entered the house. She saw Ethan sitting in the living room and having a drink. She felt a frightening tension in the room. She tried to ignore him and walked straight towards her room. “Where the hell were you?” Ethan thundered, as he stood up and emptied the glass of whisky in one gulp. “You know where I was,” Isabella replied, politely. “I had an appointment with the doctor,” she added, and slowly slow ly walked towards her room r oom..

“I called you ten times, damn it! Why didn't you pick my call?” Ethan blocked her way. Isabella looked at him. His eyes were red, burning with anger, and he was completely drunk, although by now she knew that it was nothing new, he always was. “I was in the hospital. The doctor  came late, and he was examining me,” she explained. “Examining you or loving you?” Ethan roared, and threw the empty glass on the floor. The  broken pieces of glass scattered all around on the floor. Isabella tried not to indulge in a fight. “What are you saying, Ethan? I had an appointment with the doctor, for our baby. You yourself reminded me today,” she explained, calmly. Ethan moved closer, and cruelly clutched her loose hair. “You could have called me once you ere free!” he glared. “Ethan, you're hurting me! Please let go off my hair,” Isabella cried. “My phone was not charged enough to call you back.” “Damn your phone!” Ethan barked, and slapped her hard. Isabella fell on the ground, and her head hit against the corner of the glass table. Dazed, her  vision momentarily blurred but recovered quickly as she noticed blood dripping down her forehead. She cried in extreme pain. Ethan kept looking at her, and tried to calm his anger. “Darling, why do you force me to do these things to you? I love you.” He moved closer and drew her up by the arm to make her stand. “DON'T TOUCH ME!” Isabella shouted, swaying back. “I'll stand on my own,” she cried, as she slowly arose, supporting her weight with the help of the table. “Do apply some ointment on your forehead,” Ethan shouted from behind as she slowly went inside her room. This was an everyday occurrence in the lives of Ethan and Isabella. There was never a day hen she would wake up not fearing what the day would bring. Ethan's obsessive behaviour made him paranoid. He always had his gun with him, and that made Isabella live in a constant fear for her  and her unborn child's safety. Though Ethan was convinced he loved her, his kind of love had elements of over-possessiveness, doubts and obsession. In Spain, Aryan's health was improving with each passing day. Isabella, Santina, Valen and Catherine eagerly awaited and prayed for his speedy recovery. Two more months passed by.

One afternoon, the doctors were examining Aryan's considerably improved health reports, hen suddenly Aryan opened his eyes, for the first time in months. He saw himself surrounded by a group of people in white coats. The whole story, right from the first day he met Isabella until the day Ethan attacked them and Isabella left, flashed in front of his eyes. “Isabella!” he uttered, inaudibly, and again lost consciousness.

15. Aryan's Recovery

Two hours later, Aryan regained his consciousness, and found himself surrounded by doctors and nurses. His head ached terribly, his throat felt dehydrated, and a bright light pierced through his eyes, rippling a burning sensation. “Aryan, can you hear me?” asked one of the doctors, shining a penlight in Aryan's eyes, to check for signs of any reaction. Aryan nodded, his eyes followed the point of light. “Isabella,” he uttered, in a heavy tone. The doctor checked his pulse and heartbeat rate, and then went outside to meet Santina and Valen, who were sitting on a hospital bench, engrossed in some deep conversation. They immediately sprang up on seeing the doctor coming out of Aryan's ward. “Good news! Aryan has regained consciousness,” the doctor informed. “We have examined him. He is out of danger. He is physically weak, but will recover soon.” “Gracias a Dios.” Valen heaved a huge sigh of relief. A broad smile lit up Santina's face. “Isbie will be so happy to know this!” she murmured, excitedly. “One more thing,” the doctor said, “Aryan is whispering some name, like, Isabella.” A smile touched Valen's lips. “Can we see him, doctor?” asked Santina, anxiously. The doctor smiled. “Yes, you can.” “Thanks a lot, doctor,” Santina replied happily, and ran towards Aryan's room. She pushed open the door, and on seeing Aryan conscious, a contented smile spread across her face. “Santina,” said Aryan, while trying to sit. “Don't get up,” the nurse, standing by his bed, ordered. Santina picked up a stool, and sat next to Aryan's bed. “How are you, Aryan?” she asked, the smile not leaving her face. “I'm ok,” replied Aryan. His gaze then swivelled towards Valen, as he saw him entering the room. “Dad,” said Aryan, raising his arm to shake hands with Valen. “Aryan... Son, I'm so delighted to see you talking,” expressed Valen, holding Aryan's hand. “Where is Isabella, Dad?” asked Aryan, his eyes locating her. “Son…” Valen faltered. Oh, what I should tell him? He thought, and then looked at Santina. He

again looked at Aryan, and said, “You have not yet recovered, Son. You need rest. Don't think too much.” “That's ok, Dad. But where is Isabella?” Aryan was getting restless on not seeing his wife around. Santina and Valen looked at each other, and kept silent. “Why are you quiet?” asked Aryan, as he tried to sit, raising his voice, sensing some problem. “Aryan, please don't get up. Isabella is fine.” Santina hurriedly arose, and stopped him from getting up. “But, where is she? Why is she not here? You are hiding something from me,” fretted Aryan, noticing Santina and Valen trying to avoid eye contact with him. Why are they not telling me? Something is wrong somewhere, he muttered in his thoughts. “Dad, Isabella is my life. If you want me to recover, then I need to know where she is, and how she is. So please tell me where is she?” he requested Valen. Valen placed his hand over Aryan's shoulder, and replied, “Son, doctors have advised us not to stress your mind. It's a long story, and we will tell you everything. But believe us... Isabella is safe, she is well, and she is waiting for you.” Aryan felt unsatisfied with Valen's reply. He directed his worried eyes towards Santina, who nodded with an assuring smile. “Who is bothering my patient?” asked the doctor, light-heartedly, on entering the room. “No one, doctor,” replied Valen. “When can we take Aryan home?” “Well, we need to keep him under observation for a few days, till he recovers fully. After that you can take him home,” the doctor replied, while studying Aryan's health reports. “See, Aryan… just a few more days, and then you'll be back home, with us… with Isabella,” said Santina, cheerfully. “Now get well soon, okay?” Aryan simply smiled. He was still thinking about the reason behind Isabella's absence. He held Santina's hand, as she arose to leave. “Thank you, Santina,” he said. “The last thing I remember is, you driving me to the hospital.” “That's not the only thing she has done, Son,” said Valen. “She has been coming here every day. She is the one who ran after the doctors asking them about your health, and took care of you, like a true friend,” he informed, as Aryan listened to him, surprised. “You have re-written the meaning of friendship, Santina,” said Aryan. “Hope I can do something for you.” Santina smiled. “It would not have been possible without uncle's support,” she said, directing her glance towards Valen. “He helped us with the best doctors and facilities.” “Oh, let's not start a mutual admiration society,” Valen laughed. He then moved forward, and

aved his fatherly hand over Aryan's forehead. “Take some rest, Son. We will take you home within a few days.” Aryan nodded, and smiled. Valen and Santina then left the room. “Uncle, shall we inform Isabella about Aryan regaining his consciousness?” Santina asked Valen, as they walked towards the hospital's reception. Valen thought for a moment, and then replied, “No, Santina. Don't tell her about Aryan's recovery. Now we will directly meet her in New York. If you will inform her, then she will never  agree to meet Aryan. So it's better, we don't tell her.” “Hmm, you are right,” Santina agreed. *** Six days passed by. Valen and Santina brought Aryan back from the hospital to the latter's residence in Coslada. Aryan was a bit surprised that Valen did not take him to his own palace in Madrid. “Aryan, you are safer here, than my palace,” said Valen, as they entered Santina's house. “I'll leave now. Aryan you take rest. Santina, if you need anything, just let me know,” Valen added, and then left for Madrid. “Come in, Aryan. Feel at home.” Santina ushered him into her living room. Aryan stood there for a moment, his hands on his hips, as he looked around. His eyes were locating Isabella. “Santina, it's been a week now since I've recovered. But no one has talked about Bella. Where is she?” he questioned, his tone serious. “Aryan, you take some rest today. We can talk about Isbie later,” replied Santina. “You want some juice?” she asked, diverting him from the topic. “No! The only thing that can revive me is Bella,” replied Aryan, firmly. “Where is she? Why is everyone hiding something from me?” “Aryan, I told you. She is fine.” “But where is she?” Santina sat on the sofa, thought for a long moment, and then said, “I think, I've to tell you everything now.” Aryan's eyes were focussed on Santina. Santina heaved a big sigh, and said, “Aryan… Isbie is in New York.” “NEW YORK?!” exclaimed Aryan, agape. “What is she doing in New York?” Wrinkles o tension instantly appeared on his forehead. “She is there… with…” Santina faltered, her eyes were down.

Aryan moved ahead, cupped her shoulders, and asked, “With whom?” Santina looked at Aryan. His eyes were looking at her. “I asked, with whom?” Aryan shook Santina's shoulders. “Ethan,” replied Santina, glumly. “Ethan?!” Aryan released her shoulders in deep shock. A cold tremor ran through his spine. He as flabbergasted! “No! No! Nooooooooooooooooo,” he shouted in sheer disbelief. “Aryan, calm down. Listen to me please,” requested Santina, arising and clutching his arms. “Isbie has a made a big sacrifice for you, your love, and for all of us. Remember the morning when Ethan attacked you?” Aryan gave a painful nod, remembering the horrible morning. Everything flashed in front of his eyes, and a mere recollection of that tragic day stabbed him deep within. He sat down on the chair, his head buried in his hands. “You were bleeding badly! There were bullet shots coming from everywhere. At that moment, Isbie decided to run away in my car, so that Ethan and his men chase her, thinking that you both had escaped,” said Santina, recalling the dreadful day. Aryan listened to her, replaying the worst day of his life. Santina continued, “Isbie's plan worked, and Ethan and his men chased her. When they were gone, I took you to the hospital in your car. What happened afterwards, I myself don't know. But one day, I received a phone call from New York, and it was her... and she told everything to me.” Aryan was dumbstruck. Words froze in his throat, and he felt as if the nerves in his head were about to burst in pain. Santina added, “Isbie told me that Ethan chased her down, caught her and then gave her options to either go with him, or else he would kill everyone involved in her marriage - her parents, me, and obviously you!” Aryan listened to her with expressions of anguish, shock and disbelief across his face. A pain appeared in his eyes in the form of tears. He covered his face with his hands, in agony. “She took a decision to save you from that evil man. She thought that if you two were together, then Ethan would surely kill you. Therefore, she went with him, like a lifeless person, and is now staying with him. He beats her every day, threatens her, tortures her… Still, she is living with him, for  your safety, for everyone's safety,” Santina informed, as tears streamed down on her cheeks. “You know, Aryan… Isbie is pregnant with your child,” she added, wiping her tears. Aryan immediately looked up, towards Santina. He was shattered... broken... totally devastated! “My child…” he muttered, through a strangulated throat. He went down on his knees, and started crying. “Oh, Bella, you did so much for me… for our love,” he sobbed. Santina rested her comforting hand on his shoulder.

After a few weak moments, a quick surge of anger jolted through Aryan. “I'll kill him!” he yelled in pain, and stood up. “I promise you, Santina. His good days are over now. You will pay for  this, Ethan!” His eyes were burning with revenge. “Calm down, Aryan, and don't worry. We together, will bring back Isbie,” assured Santina, clutching Aryan's arms. “You must be having Bella's contact number?” asked Aryan. “Give it to me, I'll call her.” “I do have it, but don't call her, Aryan. She will never agree. She will never want you to go there for her,” explained Santina. “Hmm… Maybe you are right,” said Aryan. “Ok, then I'll go there without telling her. Do you have her address?” Santina shook her head. “I asked her many times, but she never gave it to me.” “God!” exclaimed Aryan, feeling exasperated. He thought for a moment, and then said, “No  problem. I've a friend there. You give me Bella's contact number. I'll ask my friend to look for the address.” “Friend?” “Yeah, my childhood friend Vivek. He lives in Canada, though. But he can try,” replied Aryan. “May I borrow your phone?” “Sure. But, do you remember his contact number?” asked Santina, giving him the phone. “Yes, I do.” Santina then wrote Isabella's phone number on a notebook, and gave it to Aryan. “Thank you,” said Aryan, and then dialled Vivek's contact number. “Hello, who is this?” Vivek answered the call. “Hey, bro, this is me - Aryan.” “Aryan?!” repeated Vivek, surprised to hear his friend's voice after so many months. “Where have you been, man? I called you so many times. You changed your number? This number doesn't look  like a number from England.” "I will answer all your questions at some later point, brother. I have called you for some urgent help,” replied Aryan. “Bro, you sound tense,” said Vivek, getting serious. “What happened, brother? And what happened to your love at first sight, about whom you told me a few months back? You never discussed it again with me.” “It's a long story, Vivek. I'll tell you some other time,” replied Aryan. “Right now I want you to help me trace an address in New York. I have a mobile number. I would like you to identify the address pertaining to it,” he added, explaining his purpose to call.

“Okay. I'll definitely try my best,” assured Vivek. “Give me the number, and whose phone number it is?” “Isabella, the same love at first sight girl,” replied Aryan, and then clearly spoke the phone number. “I have noted down the number, brother. I'll try my best to locate the address, and inform you,” reassured Vivek. “By the way, what is she doing in New York?” “I'm coming to New York within a few days. I'll call you, and tell you what all happened. All I can tell you right now is... she is my wife, and I'm coming there to bring her back,” replied Aryan. “Wife?!” asked Vivek, surprised. “Anyway don't worry, Aryan. I am here to help you.” “Thanks, Vivek. I might be needing lots of your help,” said Aryan. “Sure, bro, anything for you,” replied Vivek, and they both hung-up the phone. Aryan took a deep breath, and then looked at Santina. “I have to prepare for my mission now.” “I'll also accompany you,” replied Santina, instantly. “No, Santina,” rejoined Aryan. “There will be danger. There will be many risks. You have done enough for me. From here onward, I have to fight for my love… alone.” Santina smiled. “Isbie is more than a sister to me. I'll do anything to help her out. I'll come along with you, Aryan,” she insisted, confidently. “Maybe I could be of help there.” Aryan smiled. “You already have been a great help, Santina.”

16. Madrid to New York 

Aryan and Santina were sitting together in the living room. Santina was having a cup of tea and reading a newspaper, while Aryan was lost in some deep thoughts. His glass of orange juice, kept on the table in front of him, was completely untouched. “What happened, Aryan?” asked Santina, noticing him not drinking the juice, and looking lost somewhere. Aryan looked at Santina, and smiled. “Nothing.” He shook his head. The smile lingered on his face. A smile touched Santina's lips as well. She kept the newspaper on the table, and focussed her  attention towards him, awaiting his reply. “I mean, I was just remembering the days I had spent with Bella. Everything is so fresh in my eyes.” Aryan's eyes twinkled, reminiscing the most beautiful days of his life. Santina smiled. “Are you missing her?” she asked, although she knew what his answer would  be.

“A lot,” replied Aryan, instantly. “And a lot means A LOT!” Santina smiled again. “Hey,” Aryan suddenly said, as an idea struck him. “Why don't you call Bella, and put your   phone on speaker mode? I want to hear her voice. It's been so many months since I've heard her,” he requested. “But, Aryan…” “Please…” Aryan interrupted, and pleaded again. The desperation caused by six months o solitude was visible in his eyes. “Okay,” Santina reluctantly agreed. “But only if you promise me that you won't speak at all during the call.” “Promise,” replied Aryan, excitedly. Santina then dialled Isabella's contact number, turned on the speaker of her phone, and kept it on the table. She looked at Aryan, and put her index finger over her lips, indicating him not to speak  in-between. It was mid-afternoon in New York. Isabella was sitting all alone in her room when her phone rang. A smile appeared on her usual glum face on seeing Santina's call. “Hello,” she answered the call. One word from Isabella sent a shiver of exhilaration through Aryan's body. He came closer to the phone, while Isabella and Santina began their conversation. “Hello, Isbie,” replied Santina. “Hey, Santina, how are you? I wasn't expecting your call at this time,” Isabella said. “Thankfully, Ethan is not at home.” “I was missing you, sweetie,” replied Santina, glancing at Aryan, whose eyes were looking directly at the phone, as if trying to imagine Isabella through her voice. “How are you, Isbie? And how's your baby?” asked Santina, initiating some conversation. “I miss you too, dear. The baby and I are fine, gracias. I'm going for regular checkups,” answered Isabella. “That's good, Isbie,” replied Santina. For the next few moments, there was a silence from both ends. Santina looked at Aryan. She saw emotions of love and pain on his face, emotions of love for his wife and child, accompanied by the pain of separation. “Santina...” Isabella said, as if she wanted to say something to her friend. “Yes, Isbie, tell me,” responded Santina, getting closer to the phone.

“Santina... how's Aryan?” Isabella asked, her tone low, yet sweet. Aryan ran his fingers over the phone. His eyes were wet. He was extremely emotional to hear  his beloved wife's voice after so many months. His lips were quivering, and dying to talk to her. “Aryan is good, Isbie.” Santina smiled. “He is recovering. I'm so happy today, you asking about Aryan… I know you miss him a lot,” she added, resting her hand over Aryan's shoulder. “Don't know, Santina. But, today I'm feeling that Aryan is somewhere near. Maybe… maybe your words have reignited the love, which I suppressed in my heart,” Isabella admitted. “I love him a lot.” She began to cry. Painful tears trickled down Aryan's cheeks as well. He was feeling his wife's pain. He wanted to be with her, hug her, and take her out of that prison. But, he was helplessly sitting miles away from her. He looked at Santina. His lips shivered, he wanted to reply. Santina again rested her hand on his shoulder, and shook her head, indicating him to not to speak. “Isbie… Sweetie…” said Santina softly, turning her attention towards the phone call. “Please don't cry. I'm sure if Aryan was here, he would have replied - Te amo mucho, because he too loves you, and only you.” Aryan kept looking at the phone with wet eyes, helplessly listening to Isabella's cries. Ethan's car, entering the mansion's main gate, caught Isabella's attention. “Santina, I've to disconnect the call, Ethan is back,” she hurriedly spoke, and cut the call. She then quickly wiped her  tears, and gathered her composure. She did not want Ethan to know that she had talked to anyone in Spain. She got off the bed, moved out of her room, and saw Ethan entering into the house. “Hey, sweetheart.” Ethan walked towards Isabella, with a smile, hugged her and kissed her  cheek. Isabella never liked his hugs and kisses, but she had to accept them to keep him happy. She remained silent, though she forced a fake smile. Her eyes were still red, and wet. Ethan noticed her wet eyes, and the phone in her hand. “You again talked to your parents?” he  barked, snatching the phone from her, and glaring at her. Isabella did not reply. A downcast expression on her face indicated Ethan, that he was correct. Anger appeared in his cruel eyes, and he slapped her hard. The sound of that tight slap echoed in the room. Isabella's cheek instantly turned red, and she started to bleed from the corner of her lips. Ethan then clutched her hair pitilessly, and yelled, “How many times do I have to tell you, never talk to your parents or friends in Spain, or anywhere else in this damn world!” “Ethan… Leave me,” Isabella pleaded. “They are my family. You are hurting me and my child!” “Your family?” Ethan thundered, and slapped her again, this time much harder. He then grabbed her hair and mercilessly dragged her along, walking across the room. “I'm your family,” he yelled, gripping her jaw, and then pushed her on the floor.

Isabella fell down, and cried helplessly. Ethan kept looking at her, as she wept. “God! My anger,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair, and calming down himself. “Honey, I'm so sorry. I love you,” he said, in a gentle voice. “But I want you to forget your parents, and everyone.” He sat down and brought his hand closer to her face, to wipe the blood coming out of the corner of her lips. “WHY DON'T YOU JUST KILL ME?” Isabella shouted, swaying back. Ethan leaned forward, and grabbed her neck. “I will, if you again talk to anyone from Spain!” He did not even bother to pick her up, and went inside his room. *** In Spain, Aryan decided to call his father-in-law, Valen. He was in no mood to waste even a single second. He knew each passing day, and every passing moment was a living hell for his wife. “Hello, Dad. This is Aryan.” “Hey, it's so good to hear your voice, Son. How are you feeling?” “I'm okay, Dad,” replied Aryan, his tone serious. “Santina and I have decided to go to New York, to bring back Isabella,” he announced, coming to the point straightaway. “What?!” exclaimed Valen, shocked to hear that Aryan now knew everything about Isabella. “Don't be surprised, Dad,” said Aryan. “Santina has told me everything. Bella has done enough for us. Now it's our turn to do something for her. I'm so surprised that you all were sitting idle, and did nothing to bring her back!” “But, Son…” “No, Dad. I won't hear a word now,” Aryan interrupted, a little angrily. “I can't live with this feeling that she left me, just to keep me safe, and now she is living in a hell.” “Calm down, Aryan, I'm her father,” said Valen. “Even I want to bring her back. But she is so adamant. We didn't want to hide this from you. We were waiting for the right moment, because the doctors have asked us not to stress your mind. I was going to tell you the entire story in a few days,  but…” “Dad, I understand your concern for me,” Aryan interrupted again. He was in no mood to listen to anyone. “But now, it doesn't matter if I'm not fully fit. I'll go to bring her back,” he declared, firmly. Valen took a deep sigh. “I'm proud of you, and the way you love her, Aryan,” he replied. “Okay, if you have decided, then go ahead. My prayers are with you. I'll arrange your visas and stay in New York.” “Thank you, Dad. We need visas for Canada as well,” said Aryan. “Don't know what situations e will face. I've a friend in Toronto. Therefore, a Canadian visa can be helpful in case we need to flee. Ethan, even in his dreams, cannot imagine that we can go to Canada.”

“That's a good idea,” said Valen. “I'll arrange for all the visas and tickets for both of you. This ill take a few days. By that time, you would have recovered a bit and in good shape. You should be completely fit to face the battle ahead.” “Yes, Dad,” Aryan agreed. “Come home today, with your documents and passports,” replied Valen. “And, do take extra care when you enter Madrid. Ethan has seen your face, and his parental house is very close to mine. Though he is now settled in America, he keeps coming to Madrid often,” he warned “Ethan is in New York right now,” replied Aryan. “Santina spoke to Bella. So, I feel, there is no risk in coming there.” “Oh, that's good.” Valen heaved a sigh of relief. “Come over to my place then. I'll be waiting.” “Sure, Dad, see you soon,” replied Aryan, and they ended the call. Aryan then looked at Santina. “Get ready, buddy. We are moving to Madrid, and from there… to New York.” “Yessss!” Santina fist-punched the air, excitedly. “I've been waiting for this day. Let me arrange all the documents, and do the packing. I've kept your bag-pack safe with me. It has all your  documents, and your phone.” “Really?” asked Aryan, surprised, but feeling relieved. Santina nodded, and smiled. “I'll be ready in two hours.” “Thank you so much, Santina,” replied Aryan, and then glanced at the wall-clock. The time was 1:30 p.m. “We will leave by four, so that we reach Madrid by four-thirty,” he said, returning his gaze towards Santina. “Perfect,” replied Santina. *** Soon Aryan and Santina left for Madrid. “Have you informed your family?” asked Aryan, as they drove towards Valen's palace. “Yes, I have,” Santina replied. “My parents have seen Isbie and I grow together. They are with me in this decision of mine.” Aryan glanced at her, and smiled. “Isbie is so lucky to have you as her partner, Aryan,” Santina said. Aryan smiled again, and shook his head. “No, Santina. I'm very lucky to have her as my  partner.” Santina smiled, and then swivelled her gaze towards the scenery outside the window. After half an hour's drive, they reached Madrid. A huge grin spread over Valen's face on seeing

Aryan and Santina enter his palace. “Welcome, Son,” he greeted, hugging Aryan. “Hello, Dad.” Aryan hugged him back. “Son, believe it or not, I've been waiting for this day for so long, and finally I can see some hope,” said Valen, cupping Aryan's shoulders. “I'm sure you will bring my daughter back, safely.” Aryan nodded. “Yes, Dad, I have to go… for Bella, and for our child.” “I'm proud of you, Son.” Valen hugged Aryan once again. “And, I'm proud of you too, my dear,” he added, hugging Santina as well. “Gracias, Uncle. We will do everything to bring her back,” Santina assured. Valen smiled, and lovingly patted her cheek. They all then sauntered towards the living room, and sat together for a discussion. “What's the plan?” asked Valen, his tone serious. “The plan is to bring back Bella,” replied Aryan. “Hmm,” Valen furrowed his eyebrows. “That won't be too easy, Son. Ethan won't let you escape easily.” He arose, went to his bar, and made a glass of whisky for himself. He turned around, and looked at Aryan. “Drink?” “No. But thanks, Dad,” replied Aryan. Santina shook her

head too.

“Even I don't want to make this easy for Ethan,” Aryan said. “Hmm... Have you brought your documents and passports?” asked Valen as he again sat next to them, holding the glass of whisky. “Yes, Uncle. Here they are,” replied Santina, giving the file to Valen. “Great. I'll arrange your visas and tickets,” assured Valen. “I've spoken to Steve, my friend, ho lives in Manhattan. He will help you in this mission of yours,” he added, and then took a few sips from his glass. “I'm sorry, for asking this... But, can we rely on Steve?” asked Aryan, doubtfully. “Absolutely,” Valen confidently replied. He then finished the rest of the whisky in one gulp, and placed the empty glass on the table. “I never expected this from Ethan,” he sighed, disappointingly. “Hmm,” said Aryan. “Why did he take Bella to America?” “Because that's where he usually lives,” answered Valen. “He is an American, and his family's  business is there in America. His father, Mark, was my very old friend. We studied together at the Oxford University. He wanted to expand his business in Europe, and I made him my business  partner.” “Then?” asked Aryan, curiously.

“Mark gave Ethan the responsibility to manage his business in America, while he himself got settled here in Spain. But, I guess, Ethan had other intentions,” added Valen, with disappointment. “He has always loved power, money, dominance… and that's what he is doing now, spreading his wings in the crime world.” Aryan and Santina quietly listened to Valen, while he added, “Isabella often warned me that  both Mark and Ethan are trying to take away my business too. But I never listened to her.” Valen looked sad and disappointed. “Anyway,” he sighed. “Now you take some rest, and I'll make the arrangements,” he reassured. He arose and gestured David. David, the old manservant, swiftly came closer. “Yes, sir,” he said, glancing at Aryan. “David… keep Aryan's luggage in Isabella's room, and open our guest room for Santina,” Valen instructed. David again looked at Aryan, who smiled. David too forced out a fake smile. Aryan's presence made him tense and worried. He remembered the day when Ethan came searching for Isabella, beat him and threatened to molest his only daughter. He picked up Aryan's luggage and slowly walked towards Isabella's room. Aryan quietly followed him. Aryan entered into Isabella's room, and instantly felt her presence all around. He sauntered towards the bedside table which had Isabella's pictures, and looked at them fondly. He picked up one of her snaps, and ran his fingers over it, remembering the days spent with her. His eyes became wet, and he kissed and hugged the photo in pain, feelings of solitude and in love for his wife. He then sat on the bed, holding the photo frame, and scrolled through the contacts in his mobile  phone. He wiped his wet eyes, and dialled Kaka's number. A broad smile spread over Kaka's face, when he saw his phone flashing 'Aryan Calling...' for  the first time in six months. “Aryan!” he instantly answered the call, his eyes wet, in extreme happiness. “Yep, Kaka, it's me,” replied Aryan, emotional to hear his father figure's voice after so many months. “Aryan... Son... you don't know how happy I am to hear you speak,” Kaka expressed. “I was devastated to see you in coma... prayed every day for you...” A sob caught his throat. “What?! You came to Spain?” asked Aryan, surprised. “Yeah, Aryan,” replied Kaka, wiping his tears of happiness. “One day I got a call from your   phone, but it was not you. It was Mr. Valen, and he told me everything. He arranged my visas and tickets. I saw you in the hospital... in coma... I was shattered.” Tears streamed down Kaka's face, and he wiped them. “Don't worry, Kaka. I'm okay now,” replied Aryan, wiping a tear in his eyes. “Come soon, Aryan, and bring Isabella, too,” said Kaka, emotionally.

“I will,” Aryan replied. “You take care, Kaka. I'll meet you soon.” “You too take care, Aryan. May God bless both of you,” replied Kaka, and they ended the call. Aryan then looked at Isabella's photo, and murmured, “I'll definitely bring you back, Bella.” *** Four days passed by. Valen used all his links to quickly arrange the required visas for Aryan and Santina. After getting the visas and the tickets, they reached Madrid-Barajas Airport to catch their  flight for New York. “Steve will be there to receive you,” Valen informed Aryan. “I have told him the reason of your  arrival. He will help you in this mission of yours, and we can completely rely on him,” he assured, resting his hand over Aryan's shoulder. Aryan smiled. “Thank you, Dad.” “Not a problem, Son. Good luck,” wished Valen. They shook hands and hugged each other. Valen then turned towards Santina, and hugged her too. “Take care, my dear,” he said, and kissed her forehead. “You too, Uncle,” replied Santina. Then she, along with Aryan, checked into the airport. Valen stood there and watched them go, and prayed to God for the success of their mission. It was a mission, maybe more than that, for Aryan. He knew it would not be easy, knew he ould be facing the menacing power of Ethan. But he was sure that he would do all it would take, to  bring back his love, his life, his wife – Isabella.  I'm coming, Bella. Just hold on for a few days, Aryan murmured in his thoughts, as their flight

took off for New York. Hours flew by. It was evening when their flight approached the John F Kennedy airport. Aryan stared out of the window, and saw the symbol of New York City, the Statue of Liberty, and various skyscrapers. He felt Isabella was somewhere near, in one of those buildings. Santina saw him staring outside the window of the aeroplane. “You won't be able to see Isabella from here,” she teased him light-heartedly. Aryan looked at Santina, and smiled. “I'm feeling that Bella is somewhere nearby.” “You will surely get her, Aryan,” assured Santina. “Yeah,” Aryan sighed, “I will.” Their flight landed at the JFK airport at Queens, New York. Aryan and Santina collected their  luggage and came out of the arrival area. There were many people standing and waiting with names ritten on handheld cardboards. Aryan ran his eyes over each name, as he slowly moved forward. “There he is,” Aryan said to Santina, pointing towards a tall, well built man, in his forties. The man was holding 'Aryan' nametag, and was dressed in a grey suit, wearing a dark-grey hat. Both

Aryan and Santina swiftly walked towards him. “Steve?” asked Aryan. “Hi, I'm Aryan,” he introduced himself, extending his hand for a handshake. “Hello, Aryan. Welcome. Yes, I'm Steve. Mighty pleased to see you,” replied Steve, shaking hands with him. “Good to see you, too,” replied Aryan. “Steve, this is Santina, my friend,” he added, introducing Santina to Steve, who exchanged warm greetings. Steve took the luggage from Santina, and they all walked towards the airport's parking. “Valen has told me everything about you, and your mission,” said Steve, loading his black  BMW 750i with the luggage. “Dad informed us about you, too,” replied Aryan. He opened the door and then sat next to Steve at the front, while Santina took the back seat. “Thanks for taking so much pain for us,” he added. “Don't be formal, Aryan,” replied Steve, tucking his seat belt. “The mission is mighty tough. But difficulties are blessings, if you know how to face them,” he winked, as they drove out of the airport. Aryan stared outside the window, and read the sign boards on the way. “Where are we heading?” he asked Steve. “Manhattan.” “Why Manhattan?” “Two reasons.” Santina paid attention to their conversation, as Steve added, “Reason number one is, I live in Manhattan, near the famous Empire State Building. It is one of the tallest…” “Another reason?” asked Aryan, eagerly interrupting Steve in-between, as the first reason did not interest him at all. Steve glanced at Aryan again, and smiled. “Ethan lives in Manhattan, too.” “WHAT?!” Aryan and Santina exclaimed together, agape. They both looked at each other in astonishment, and then again looked at Steve. “Don't be surprised, Aryan. Everyone in New York knows Ethan,” replied Steve. “He is a big man here. He does all the wrong things, the right way, and somehow maintains a clean police record. That's why the police or the customs or even the FBI has never been able to catch him,” he explained further, as Aryan and Santina intently listened to him. “That means Isabella is also in Manhattan,” said Santina. “That is not sure, guys,” shrugged Steve. “Ethan has multiple mansions. He has one mansion in

Brooklyn and one in Staten Island too,” he added, while driving towards the centre of Manhattan. “See, this is the Empire State Building,” said Steve, pointing towards one of the tallest  buildings in New York. “I'm not interested in these buildings,” Aryan snapped. “I'm here for Isabella.” “Calm down, Aryan,” said Steve. “Every battle is won with patience and a cool head. Ethan is a hot-headed man, and this is his biggest weakness. Don't allow anger to be your weakness.” Aryan nodded in acceptance. After around fifty minutes of the drive, they stopped in front of a giant wrought iron gate. Aryan looked at Steve, as he pressed the button on a tiny remote. The gate opened automatically, and they drove in. “Who lives here?” asked Aryan, as they drove towards the basement parking of a vast mansion. Steve smiled. “I, and from now on, you both will stay here.” This mansion is just like that palace in Madrid , thought Aryan, as he stepped out of the car 

and gazed all around the mansion. “I guess, I'm surrounded by money making machines,” he mumbled, hile walking towards the main door. “Come in guys, feel at home,” said Steve, welcoming Santina and Aryan to his mansion. 17. The Search

“How are we going to start?” Aryan asked Steve. Steve took off his coat, and sauntered towards his mini bar. “Let me offer you some drinks first,” he said, glancing at Aryan and Santina. “You two must be tired after a long journey,” he added, hile making two glasses of Glenfiddich scotch. “Sure, thanks,” replied Aryan. Steve then looked at Santina, questioningly. “I'll have juice, if you have it. Gracias,” Santina smiled. “Valen has told me everything about you, Isabella and Ethan. Isabella is like a daughter to me,” Steve began, while pouring orange juice into a glass. “Santina, this is for you,” he said, offering her  the glass of juice. “Gracias,” Santina replied. “To the success of our mission,” Steve said, giving the glass of scotch to Aryan. “To the success,” replied Aryan, raising the toast. “Come, let's sit and talk,” said Steve, guiding them to his living room. They all relaxed themselves on a big, comfortable sofa.

“So, where were we?” asked Steve, taking a sip from his glass. “This scotch really makes my mind work,” he murmured, and then turned his attention towards Aryan. “From where should we start?” Aryan emphasised. “Yeah, start… I was saying, I know you all, and I know Ethan as well. Rescuing Isabella from him is like going into a lion's den, and challenging him upfront,” replied Steve, a little concerned. “So, we need to plan and proceed accordingly.” “Hmm,” Aryan nodded. “Isabella must be at any one of Ethan's mansions - Manhattan, Brooklyn or…” he added, and then paused, recollecting the third place. “Staten Island,” said Steve, shifting his one leg over another and then leaning his back on the sofa. “Bingo! Staten Island,” responded Aryan, snapping his fingers together. “She must be at one o these places.” Steve nodded, and then took a few more sips from his glass. “I've already sent my men to Staten Island and Brooklyn,” he informed. “Now we're left with Manhattan. We can track Ethan's residence over here.” “You've already done that?!” asked Aryan, happily surprised. “I mean… wow, this is awesome!” Aryan was unsure of Steve initially, but now he was slowly beginning to believe that Steve ould help him immensely. “I told you, Isabella is like my daughter,” Steve smiled. He then took the last sip, and placed the empty glass on the table. “Do you know Ethan's address in Manhattan?” Santina asked Steve. “Yes, I do.” Steve nodded, a smile curling the corners of his lips. “You do?!” asked Aryan, surprised. “Then why are we waiting? Let's go and track her,” he said, impatiently. “Calm down, Aryan,” replied Steve. “The biggest battles are won with patience. Ethan's mansion is near Times Square, very close to my house. He is mighty sharp, so we need to make a foolproof plan, and proceed accordingly,” he explained further, while Aryan and Santina listened to him carefully. “Steve,” Aryan said, “the plan is to rescue Bella somehow, and take her to Canada. My friend lives there, and I already have a Canadian Visa.” He took out his passport from his jacket, and showed his visa to Steve. Steve looked at the visa, and then looked at Aryan. “Why Canada?” “Because, anyhow Ethan will come to know that someone has rescued Bella… and the first  place he will go and search would be Spain or maybe England. Therefore, we will flee to Canada,

and will stay there for some time, till the situation improves,” replied Aryan. Steve gave a serious thought to Aryan's plan. “Hmm, okay,” he said, “but you need to be extra careful. Ethan can extract information from anywhere.” “Yep, we have to,” agreed Aryan. “Do you have Isabella's contact number?” asked Steve. “Yes,” answered Santina, and then spelt out Isabella's mobile number. “Okay, it is the same number which Valen gave me. I was just double checking, if I've got the correct one,” Steve said. “Come with me guys, I wanna give you something.” He arose, and walked towards another room. “You have her number too?! Awesome!” exclaimed Aryan surprisingly, as he too arose and followed Steve. “This guy is amazing!” whispered Santina, squeezing Aryan's arm. “I am,” chuckled Steve, on hearing Santina's whisper. “Follow me guys.” On entering one of his bedrooms, Steve opened the closet, and took out two mobile phones. “Take these phones, one each for both of you. My phone number is fed in both of them,” said Steve, looking at Aryan and Santina. “Aryan, take this as well,” he added, giving Aryan a revolver. Aryan looked at the revolver, and then looked at Steve. He was perplexed. “This is for your self-defence,” said Steve. “You might need it at some point. This is the most  powerful revolver there is… the Smith and Wesson 500.” “But, Steve...” “Don't worry,” interrupted Steve, sensing Aryan's doubts. “You might not use it, but it is for  your safety. Always keep it with you. Here is its licence,” he added, giving the license to Aryan. “How did you manage all these things in my absence?” asked Aryan, surprised. He glanced at Santina, and then again looked at Steve. “I mean, this is unbelievable!” Steve smiled. “Money can buy anything, Aryan.” “It certainly does,” agreed Aryan, looking at the revolver.  And, I thought all this can happen only in India, he thought, and smiled. “Now let's go to Ethan's place. Follow me,” said Steve as he wore his coat again, and walked out of his mansion. Aryan and Santina followed him, and they all left the mansion in Steve's jet-black  BMW. “What's the plan, Steve?” asked Aryan, as they drove towards the Times Square. Steve glanced at Aryan, and smiled. “You will get to know everything.” After hardly ten minutes of drive, Steve parked his car at the roadside, and pointed at the

gigantic multi-storeyed mansion, surrounded by guards. “This is one of Ethan's mansions,” he said. Both Aryan and Santina stared at the big mansion, in eager anticipation of catching a glimpse o Isabella. “Are we planning to go inside?” asked Santina, anxiously. “We are not even sure if Isbie lives here or not.” Aryan kept looking at Ethan's mansion, hoping to see Isabella somewhere. “She doesn't even know that I'm here, and she will never agree to meet me,” he said, returning his gaze towards Steve. “Don't worry, Aryan,” said Steve. “I'll call her from a nearby phone booth... Will tell her about myself, and enquire about her address. If she is in Manhattan, I'll ask her to meet me. We can wait at The Manhattan Mall, which is nearby. Then she will have no choice but to talk to you,” he explained, hile Aryan and Santina listened to his plan. “Everything is ok, but, why a phone booth?” asked Aryan. “You can call from your mobile  phone,” he suggested. Steve smiled. “I don't want to take risks. If by any chance Ethan answers our call, then he will have our number. Therefore, it is better to call from a phone booth,” he explained. “Brilliant plan, Steve, you are simply amazing!” exclaimed Santina, smiling broadly. “Well, I am,” Steve replied, looking at Santina. “By the way… is 'amazing' your favourite ord?” “It is,” replied Santina, with a bigger smile. “Amazing is… an AMAZING word,” she said, and they all laughed in unison. “There is a phone booth out there,” said Steve, pointing towards a phone booth, approximately twenty metres away. “I'm going there, and will call her. You two wait here.” Both Aryan and Santina nodded, while Steve wore his hat and stepped out of the car. Upon reaching the phone booth, he dialled Isabella's contact number. Aryan and Santina kept looking nervously at him, wondering what would be the outcome of their plan. Isabella was sitting in her room, reading a book, when her phone rang. An unknown number  as flashing on the screen. Initially she decided not to answer, but then changed her mind, and answered the call. “Hello,” she said. “Hello. May I speak to Isabella, please?” said Steve, cautiously. “Speaking.” “Isabella, I'm Steve… your father's friend,” said Steve, happily. “Remember me?” “Uncle Steve!” exclaimed Isabella, surprised. A big smile instantly spread across her face. “O course I remember you. How are you?” “I'm fine, dear. Valen gave me your number, so I just thought to call you,” replied Steve,

glancing at Aryan and Santina, who were anxiously looking at him. Isabella checked the number from which Steve had dialled. “Hey, are you in America?” she asked. “This looks like a local number to me.” “Yes, I'm in Manhattan,” replied Steve. “Manhattan?! OH MY GOD! I'm in Manhattan, too,” replied Isabella, excitedly. Steve motioned a thumbs-up sign to Aryan and Santina, indicating that their plan had worked. A lightning of happiness coursed through Aryan's body, and a huge smile lit up Santina's face. “That's so great, Isabella,” said Steve, as he continued talking. “Let's meet today, if you're free.” “Sure, Uncle Steve… but…” she replied, but then thought about Ethan and paused. “Any problem, dear?” asked Steve. Isabella thought for a long moment, and then replied, “No, it's okay. Let us meet somewhere.” She knew Ethan was not at home, and was not expecting him to return until late night. “Okay, good. Meet me at Starbucks in The Manhattan Mall… in about half an hour,” replied Steve, glancing at his wrist-watch. “Sure, Uncle Steve, I'll be right there,” replied Isabella, and they ended the call. Steve came out of the booth, and quickly walked back towards his car. Aryan and Isabella anxiously looked at him. “What happened?” asked Aryan, as soon as Steve sat in the car. “Congratulations, mate, first hurdle cleared. Isabella is in Manhattan, and is coming to meet me,” replied Steve, patting Aryan's shoulder. “Hurrrayyyyyy!” Santina screamed happily, raising her arms. Aryan smiled, and the smile grew bigger with every passing second. “Thank God,” he murmured, closing his eyes and joining his hands in a prayer. “And most importantly, thanks to you, Steve, for helping us so much,” he added, looking at Steve with an uncontrollable smile. Steve smiled, noticing a relief over Aryan's face. “Now stop thanking me,” he said. “Your   problems are about to get over. You will see your wife in the next thirty minutes.” Aryan nodded, and smiled. “Where are we heading now?” he asked, excitedly. “The Manhattan Mall,” answered Steve. Aryan smiled again, and then relaxed himself. He was happy with the thought of seeing and  being with Isabella soon. He was anxious... he was excited… he was very happy. Soon, they reached The Manhattan Mall.

“She will meet me at Strabucks,” informed Steve, parking his car. “You two wait somewhere nearby,” he added, looking at Aryan and Santina. Aryan and Santina nodded, and they all then went inside the mall. “Isabella can come anytime now. It is almost twenty-five minutes since I called her,” said Steve, upon reaching closer to Starbucks Coffee. “You wait here,” he instructed, looking at both o them. Aryan and Santina stayed some metres away from the meeting point of Isabella and Steve. Every minute, every second felt like a lifetime for Aryan. His heart was beating harder. He felt a strange kind of nervousness yet happiness within him, a nervousness because he was not sure how Isabella would react, and happiness because of all the other reasons. He just wanted to see her as soon as he could. Few anxious moments passed by, and then Aryan's gaze fell over his wife, his life Isabella. Aryan, hidden behind a marble pillar, saw her walking slowly towards the Starbucks Coffee. He felt as if everything around her has frozen for a few moments, as he could see her, only her. His eyes were wet, and his heart was thumping with inexpressible joy. A feeling of pain mixed with happiness appeared on his face. Santina, beaming with happiness on seeing her friend after so many months, rested her hand over Aryan's shoulder to make him feel better. Aryan then noticed the slight  protrusion of Isabella's stomach, and felt like hugging her. Santina held his hand, as he began to move towards Isabella. “Not yet.” Santina squeezed Aryan's arm, and stopped him from going near Isabella. “Hello, Uncle Steve. How are you?” Isabella greeted Steve, with a beautiful smile. “Hey, my child, Isabella... I'm fine. How are you?” Steve moved ahead, kissed her forehead and gave her a fatherly hug, which she had missed for so long. “Wow! You're expecting a baby!” he exclaimed excitedly. Isabella nodded, and smiled. “Yes.” “You have a lovely glow on your face. C'mon sit.” Steve pulled a chair for her and made her  sit. “It's so good to see you after so long,” he expressed, offering her a 'Caramel Macchiato' coffee. Isabella looked at the coffee, and the 'Thank You Coffee' day, she spent with Aryan, ran through her thoughts. She kept looking at the coffee for a long moment, reminiscing the most beautiful days of her life. “What happened?” asked Steve. “No, no… nothing. What were you saying? Oh... it's good to see you too, Uncle,” replied Isabella, gathering her thoughts. “And by the way, what gift have you brought for me today? Remember, you always used to bring gifts for me?” she asked, with a smile, which was more to hide her inner sadness. Steve threw a quick glance at Aryan, and motioned him to come forward. Gathering all his

emotions, Aryan slowly moved towards Isabella, and stopped right behind her. “I've certainly brought a gift for you, my dear.” Steve smiled, looking at Isabella. “Where is the gift? I can't see any.” “Close your eyes first, and don't open until I say.” “Okiedokie.” Isabella closed her eyes; a smile lingered on her face. Isabella had no idea what gift she was going to get. Aryan inched closer, and then covered her  closed eyes with his hands. Isabella felt a touch of someone's hands, so warm, so known, and so loving. Suddenly, the smile disappeared from her face, as she traced the hands that were covering her  eyes. Aryan, the thought instantly flickered in her heart and mind, as she felt the warm touch of the man she loved, her husband. She removed his hands from her eyes, and quickly glanced back over her  shoulder. It was the moment of reunion of separated souls. Isabella and Aryan looked at each other, and lost themselves in each other's eyes. Isabella's eyes were wide open in disbelief yet happiness, to see her man standing right in front of her. Tears moistened her eyes as Aryan cupped her shoulders and made her stand. “Aryan… is it you?” she asked, her tone as if she was about to cry, as she touched Aryan's face ith her shivering fingertips. Aryan silently nodded. Words froze in his throat, his eyes turned tearful, too. He clutched Isabella's hand, and kissed it. “Yeah, it's me, Bella,” he replied in a heavy tone, a tone filled with  pain yet happiness. Tears of happiness streamed down Isabella's cheeks, as she took all of him in a sweeping glance. She was still not able to believe that her man stood right in front of her. One look of her love, her husband, made her forget all the suffering and pain she had faced over the months. Aryan gently cupped her face, wiped her wet eyes, and said, “Te amo.” Isabella hugged him tightly, and burst into tears of long awaited reunion. “I love you, too,” she cried in happiness. Santina and Steve looked contentedly at the couple in love, madly in love. Aryan and Isabella kept hugging each other for a few moments. Suddenly, the past flashed in front of Isabella's eyes, and she moved back! “No, no. This is not possible,” Isabella muttered, moving further back. Santina came closer. “What is not possible, Isbie?” “Santina, you are also here?” asked Isabella, amazed, wiping her tears. “What is not possible, I asked?” stressed Santina. “I can't come back.” Isabella again burst into a painful cry. Santina instantly hugged Isabella. “Don't cry, Isbie,” she comforted, wiping her best friend's

tears. “Your horrible nightmare is over now.” “Bella, we have come to take you back.” Aryan cupped Isabella's shoulders, and turned her  towards him. “How can you forget the promise of 'Live Together, Die Together'? How can you  possibly think that I can live without you?” he asked, as Isabella silently listened to him. Aryan gently brushed his fingers on her wet cheek, and then brought her closer. “Baby, this is our child. I'm this child's father. Remember, lots of babies? How can you alone decide our fate?” he asked, softly. Isabella stayed mum. “I love you, Hun,” said Aryan, tenderly. He ran his hand in her hair, and wiped her tears. “I'm so sorry, Aryan. I'm not selfish,” Isabella replied glumly, and began to cry again. “I just didn't want you to be in trouble, because of me.” “Can I can see you in trouble?” asked Aryan, holding her in his arms. “I would prefer to die, rather than to live without you,” he admitted, gently placing his hand on her cheek. Isabella looked at Aryan. He was looking directly into her eyes. “Te amo mucho, wifey,” said Aryan, his voice filled with love and care for his wife. “I love you, too,” Isabella replied, lovingly, and then wrapped her arms around him. They kept hugging each other with all the love and passion they possessed. Aryan gently held her face, and tenderly kissed her lips. “I missed you so much, my love,” he expressed, and kissed her again. “I missed you too, Aryan,” replied Isabella, and kissed him. They kissed each other again, and again, as Santina and Steve looked at the reunited couple, ith satisfying smiles on their faces. Aryan then kissed Isabella's forehead, and hugged her again. “No matter where I am, Bella... the warmest place for me is always in your arms,” he expressed. Isabella smiled, and hugged him firmly. After so many months, she finally had a real smile on her face. “Let's sit, and discuss a plan,” said Steve. They all then sat around the table. Isabella was a little concerned, and looked here and there. “What's wrong, Hun? You still look worried,” asked Aryan, squeezing her hand. “I'm worried if anyone of Ethan's men or known one sees me here then there will be a big  problem,” replied Isabella, concerned. “She is correct,” said Steve. “We have to move out from here as soon as we can.”

“Bella, we will be flying to Canada as soon as possible, escaping Ethan's eyes,” said Aryan, holding Isabella's hand. “He can never in his dreams think that we could escape to Canada.” “Ethan thinks that you are dead,” replied Isabella. “That's an advantage,” Steve smiled. “Ethan will then scratch his head, wondering who rescued you.” Aryan kept holding Isabella's hand, while he explained her further, “You will deliver our baby in Canada. And once the situation cools down, we will go to England, and from there, we will go to India, permanently.” Isabella listened to him carefully. “We have to apply for your Canadian visa,” said Steve, looking at Isabella. “I already have it,” replied Isabella. “But my passport is with Ethan. He never gives it to me, fearing I'll escape somewhere,” she added, disappointingly. “Not a problem. Do anything to get your passport. Once you have it, just inform us. The rest o the plan, I'll tell you after that,” said Steve. “I'm giving a missed call on your phone. Call me on that number anytime, okay?” Isabella nodded. “Okiedokie… Got your number,” she replied, checking her phone. “I'll leave now. It is not safe to sit here for too long.” She hurriedly arose, and began to move. “Bella, listen,” called Aryan, holding her hand, and pulling her towards him. “I love you, and I've come here for you and our child. Steve and Santina are with us, so you don't worry,” he said, stroking her hair, and did not hesitate to kiss her lips passionately. “I love you too, Aryan,” replied Isabella, resting her loving hand on his cheek. “I'll leave now. Take care, honey,” she added, and then hurriedly left. Aryan watched her, until she disappeared from his gaze. He then turned towards Steve, and said, “Thank you so much, Steve. In such a short span of time, you have done a lot for me.” Steve smiled. “It's ok. Don't get emotional. Let's go back home, and wait for Isabella's call. Once she has the passport, you guys are free to go anywhere in this world.” “Let's go home, and raise a toast on this,” Santina happily suggested, looking at Steve. “Sure, Santina, I need no valid reason to drink. But yes, a celebration is in order,” Steve laughed, as they all moved happily towards the car parking.

18. And...the Escape

It was almost 10:30 p.m. when Isabella came back. She was worried and tense. She knew Ethan would again beat her, if he found out that she had left the mansion without his permission. She hurriedly checked the parking area. Ethan's car was not there. She heaved a big sigh of relief, and then

quickly went inside. Upon reaching her bedroom, she locked the door from inside, and took out the  bottle of sleeping pills from her drawer. She then swiftly got dressed in a pink lace gown. She had a  plan in her mind, and was eagerly waiting for Ethan to arrive. She knew that he had kept her passport in his personal locker, and the only way to get its keys was to divert his attention and make him take those sleeping pills. She mixed a handful of pills in a glass of hot milk, and stirred it thoroughly. Her  heart was pounding hard with nervousness. She knew that a single wrong step could spoil the whole  plan. The honk of Ethan's car fell into her ears. It was time to execute the plan. Ethan entered the house, completely drunk. He saw Isabella sitting in the living room, wearing a sensuous gown. Isabella passed a beautiful smile, as he walked towards her, unsteadily. “What has happened to her?” Ethan murmured, taking off his coat. “Why is she smiling on seeing me?” He slowly sauntered towards Isabella, surprised to see her smiling and waiting for him. Isabella arose, went up to Ethan and hugged him. “I was waiting for you for a long while now, honey,” she lovingly said. Oh, boy! I hope this is not a dream, murmured Ethan in his thoughts. He threw his coat on the

sofa, and wrapped his arms around Isabella. His feet were unsteady, and he was still wondering i Isabella was drunk or something, because she never ever waited for him like that in the past. “You're looking so hot,” he said, as Isabella helped him sit on the sofa. “God! My head is  bursting with pain,” he cried, rubbing his forehead. “Awww, my love, let me take care of you,” said Isabella, faking her love for him. She sat next to him, and then gently traced his cheeks with her fingertips. Ethan loved her mesmerising touch. Though he had satisfied his ego and selfish physical desires by having her forcibly, Isabella's heart never accepted him. However, he noticed a sudden change in her, and felt that she had finally accepted him. “You wait here, honey,” Isabella smiled. “Let me bring something refreshing for you.” Isabella arose, quickly went inside the kitchen and brought the glass of milk, containing sleeping pills. Ethan was still sitting with his head buried in his hands. She then sat next to him,  placed her hand on his shoulder and offered him the milk. “Baby, this will make you feel better,” she said. “No, Isabella, I don't need this,” cried Ethan, pushing the glass of milk aside, and vigorously rubbing his aching temples. “You do, honey,” insisted Isabella. “I want you to be fine, so that we can enjoy some cosy moments,” she whispered sensuously, and then kissed him around his neck. Only she knew how much she hated that kiss. “Oh, Isabella,” Ethan murmured, hypnotised by her love. “I've been waiting for this day when you would love me,” he added, leaning into her, to kiss her.

“Drink this,” said Isabella, interrupting his intentions, “and then we will enjoy some romantic moments.” She smiled, running her soft hand through his hair. Ethan smiled. He took the glass from Isabella and drank the whole milk in one go, in an anticipation of loving her after that. Isabella then wiped the remaining milk on his lips with her fingertips. “That's my man,” she said, as she took the glass from him and placed it on the table. “My head is getting heavier,” cried Ethan in a shaky voice as he tried to stand, wrapping his arm around Isabella. He clutched his head in excruciating pain, his vision became blurred and his legs wobbled. He trembled and fell on the floor. Isabella looked at him carefully. His eyes were closed, and he looked unconscious. “Ethan! Ethan!” she raised her voice and patted his cheeks to check if he was unconscious or not. Actually, she slapped his cheeks hard, in retaliation for all the pain he had given her all those months. Ethan did not respond. Isabella then quickly checked the pockets of his coat, which he had left on the sofa, but could not find the keys. Her heart was thumping hard in fear. She was not sure for how long the effect of the pills would remain on Ethan. She hurried back to him, and checked the pockets of his pants. Luckily, she found the keys there. After grabbing the keys, she swiftly rushed inside the room, opened his locker and searched for her passport. After shuffling through all the files and folders, Isabella finally found her passport and heaved a sigh of relief. She opened the passport and checked her visa. “Gracias a Dios,” she murmured, thanking God that her visa was still valid. She carefully placed all the documents in the locker, and locked it. She then came back into the living room, and carefully looked at Ethan. He was still unconscious. She slowly slid the keys back into his pants' pocket.  Let me inform Aryan and Uncle Steve now, she thought. She quickly went inside her room,

locked the door and dialled Steve's mobile number. Steve immediately answered her call. “Hey, Isabella,” he said, and started walking towards Aryan's room, swiftly, sensing something urgent and important. “Hi, Uncle Steve, I've got the passport,” whispered Isabella. “Brilliant!” exclaimed Steve, excitedly. “Is Aryan nearby?” “Wait, he is in his room,” replied Steve, and went inside Aryan's room. “Aryan,” Steve called. “Isabella on the phone...” He gave the phone to Aryan, and left the room. “Hey, Bella, how are you?” asked Aryan. “I was thinking of you.” “Honey, I've got the passport, Hurray!” informed Isabella, trying best not to shout with joy, but still could not control her excitement.

“Really?! Awesome news!” exclaimed Aryan, thrilled. “Now we will definitely move out o Ethan's mess.” “Yes, honey, we will,” Isabella happily agreed. “Te amo, my love… Muaaah.” “I love you too, Hun,” replied Aryan. “God, I'm so relieved.” “Honey, I cannot talk for too long. Ethan can regain consciousness anytime,” informed Isabella, still whispering. “Is he unconscious?!” asked Aryan, surprised. “What did you do, wifey?” “I gave him sleeping pills,” Isabella giggled mischievously. “Bravo, my girl. Love you for that,” lauded Aryan, and laughed. “Now we need to think of a ay to take you out of there, without making Ethan suspicious.” “I have a solution.” “You have? Tell me.” “I have an appointment with the doctor tomorrow at 2 p.m. My driver will accompany me. But, you must take me from there,” suggested Isabella. “Hmm,” said Aryan, absorbing Isabella's suggestion. “But I may have a better idea.” “What, honey?” asked Isabella. “You have your passport with you. Ethan is lying unconscious. Let's execute our plan right now. By the time Ethan will regain his consciousness, we will be sitting pretty in Canada,” suggested Aryan. Isabella gave a thought to Aryan's suggestion. She furtively peeped out of her room's door, and saw Ethan still lying on the floor. “What are you waiting for?” asked Aryan. “Pack your bag, take your passport, drive your car  and meet us at The Empire State Building,” he added quickly. “Okiedokie,” replied Isabella, and again locked the door of her room from inside. “Good. See you there shortly. And, do take care,” said Aryan. “Sure, love. You too,” replied Isabella. Just when Isabella was about to disconnect the call, Aryan called out, “Hey, Bella…” “Yes, honey?” asked Isabella, wondering what Aryan had in mind. “Te amo,” said Aryan, lovingly. Isabella smiled. “I love you too, hubby. I'll be with you soon.” “We all will be waiting for you. Take care,” replied Aryan, and they ended the call.

Aryan stood still for a moment, smiling and thinking that he and Isabella would be together  soon, forever. He came out of his room and saw Santina and Steve sitting in the living room, chatting and looking happy. “Isabella has got her passport, and we're leaving tonight,” informed Aryan, sauntering towards the living room. A relaxed smile smeared his face. “Yes! Steve just informed me,” cried Santina, happily. “This is amazing!” “It is,” agreed Aryan, looking at her. “She will meet us at The Empire State Building,” he informed, swivelling his gaze towards Steve. “Brilliant! Pack your bags now,” said Steve. He arose, and moved towards Aryan. “You guys ill be flying to Canada tonight, and by tomorrow morning, you will be far away from Ethan.” Aryan nodded, and let out a relaxed sigh. “There was a time when you two got separated,” said Santina, looking at Aryan. “Tonight, you two will be together again.” Aryan nodded, the smile not leaving his face. “I can't believe that everything sorted out so easily,” he replied, blissfully. “Let me call Vivek,” he added. “Vivek?” asked Steve. “My friend in Toronto… with whom we will stay for some time,” explained Aryan, glancing at Steve. “Oh sure, call him,” said Steve, while Aryan made a call to Vivek. “Hi, Vivek, this is me - Aryan,” spoke Aryan, over the phone. “Hey, Aryan, so good to hear your voice,” replied Vivek, joyfully. “How are you? Have you reached America?” “Yep. I've reached New York, and now I need your help.” “Anything for you, brother.” “Thanks, Vivek. I've found Isabella. And…” “Really?! That's fantastic news,” Vivek interrupted excitedly. Aryan smiled. “Indeed. We will be reaching Toronto by tomorrow morning, and will be staying ith you for some time. I hope you don't mind, bro.” “Oh come on, Aryan. Since when have you started being so formal with me? You can stay with me for as long as you want,” replied Vivek. “Give me your flight details.” “Thank you so much, Vivek. I'm not sure about the flight, but I'll call you before boarding the  plane,” replied Aryan. “Perfect, I'll wait for your call,” replied Vivek, and they both ended the call.

Aryan then looked at Steve and Santina. “Now, let's go to The Empire State Building. Isabella ill be getting there in no time,” he said. They all changed their clothes, packed their bags, and quickly left for their meeting point. Isabella, too, swiftly changed her clothes, packed her bag, and came out of her room. She was nervous and worried. She slowly moved towards the living room, making minimum noise. She saw Ethan still lying on the floor, unconscious. Her heart was beating hard. She carefully went past the living room, and came out of the main door. “Rot in hell, Ethan!” she muttered in anger, driving her car towards the main gate of the mansion. The gateman stopped her. “Where are you going at this time, ma'am? Is everything ok?” he asked. “I'm just going out for a drive,” Isabella replied, casually. “Ok, ma'am,” the gateman replied, meekly. He then opened the main gate, and waved at Isabella as she drove past him. Isabella soon reached The Empire State Building and saw Aryan, Steve and Santina, waiting for her. She quickly parked her car in the nearby parking. She then took out her bag, rushed towards Aryan, and hugged him. They all then embarked Steve's car, and headed towards the JFK Airport. Aryan looked at Isabella. She still looked nervous and tense. He wrapped an arm around her, and said, “I'm sorry, Bella, for giving you so much trouble at this time of your pregnancy.” Isabella looked at him, and smiled. She then rested her head on his shoulder, clutching his hand. “No hay problema, Aryan,” she replied in Spanish to mean 'not a problem'. “With you, all difficulties look so easy,” she added, and kissed his cheek. Aryan smiled, and kissed her forehead. Isabella closed her eyes and relaxed herself, resting her head over his shoulder. Santina glanced over her shoulder, and looked at the reunited couple. She smiled, and then returned her gaze towards the long highway ahead. After about forty minutes, they reached the JFK airport. They then went at the American Airlines' counter, and booked three tickets for Toronto. “Next flight is within an hour,” said Steve, giving the tickets to Isabella. “You all must proceed now… quickly!” Aryan moved towards Steve, and extended his hand for a handshake. “Thank you, Steve, for  everything you have done for us.” “Don't get emotional, Aryan. I told you, Isabella is like my daughter,” replied Steve, as he glanced at Isabella and shook hands with Aryan. Isabella smiled, and hugged Steve. “Muchas gracias, Uncle Steve. You have given me the best gift.” Steve smiled, and kissed her forehead. “Go, daughter, live your life your way now, with Aryan

and your child.” Isabella nodded, and smiled. “Go now!” Steve repeated in a louder tone, with a smile. They all bid each other goodbye. Aryan, Isabella and Santina then moved towards their  departure gate. Aryan, meanwhile, called Vivek and informed him about the flight details. Within an hour, their flight took off from the JFK Airport, and headed towards its destination – Toronto city. Isabella and Aryan felt more and more relaxed, as the flight took them away from Ethan. *** After a few hours of relaxed flight, they reached Toronto. They came out of the arrival area o Pearson Airport, and saw Vivek anxiously waiting for them. Vivek, in his late twenties, was a dark complexioned Indian man, with an average height. His  properly gelled spiky hair and stylishly cut French beard belied the sober clothes he was wearing. His ID card, tucked onto his black trousers, indicated that he was coming straight from his software company. “Vivek!” shouted Aryan excitedly, raising his arm to get his friend's attention. A huge grin spread over Vivek's face on seeing Aryan. He ran towards him and they both hugged each other merrily. “How are you, brother? It's been quite a long time since we met,” said Vivek, and hugged Aryan again. “Yep, it's been really long time,” replied Aryan. “Vivek… she is Isabella, my wife,” he added, introducing Isabella to Vivek. “Hello, Isabella,” greeted Vivek. “Now I can understand why Aryan, who never believed in love, fell in love with you. You are so beautiful… perfect for my friend.” Isabella smiled. “Muchas gracias, Vivek. Aryan talks a lot about you, and your friendship,” she replied, sweetly. “And, Vivek,” said Aryan. “She is Santina… Bella's best friend.” Vivek looked at Santina, and smiled. They greeted and shook hands with each other. “How was the flight?” Vivek asked Aryan, as they loaded the luggage in the former's white Honda City car. “It was good. I'll tell you everything once we reach home,” replied Aryan, and then sat next to Vivek. After about thirty minutes, they reached Vivek's residence in Toronto. “Come in, guys. Feel at home,” said Vivek, welcoming everyone to his house. “You can take rest, if you wish, lovely ladies,” he added, looking at Santina and Isabella. “I'm so glad you all are here.”

“So are we,” Isabella smiled, feeling relaxed. “But, we're not tired. We will sit together.” They all sat in one of the rooms, and Aryan narrated the entire story to Vivek. Vivek listened to each word of Aryan with concentration, and his expressions changed from happiness, to shock and to surprise. “I'm shocked,” said Vivek, after hearing the complete story. “I mean, you guys went through all this and… I mean, I don't know what to say,” he added, looking at Isabella and Aryan. Aryan smiled. “Anything for my love.” He wrapped his arm around Isabella, and she clutched his hand in hers. “Love?” asked Vivek, looking at Aryan. “You always ran away from it. I used to tell you that you will understand the depth of love, one day.” “Yeah,” Aryan agreed. “This is all because of Bella… I'm a changed man, a better man,” he expressed happily, wrapping his arm more tightly around Isabella. “But, bro, your story is no less than a Bollywood movie,” said Vivek. “I mean, love at first sight, then marriage, a villain, sacrifices, escape, reunion… it has everything!” Aryan smiled. “Does she understand Hindi? And, do you understand Spanish?” asked Vivek, excitedly. Aryan looked at Isabella, and replied, “Somehow Bella always manage to understand what I need to say, through my eyes.” “Oh, Aryan… You've started talking like a Romeo!” Vivek laughed. Aryan smiled. “I am.” “Have you ever heard of Ethan?” Santina asked Vivek. “Yes, I have heard about Ethan, and his crimes,” answered Vivek. “But, I think, he has not yet spread his wings in Canada. Don't worry. This place is safe for you.” “Hmm, maybe you are right,” said Santina. “Nothing to worry guys, you are here now. Just chill and relax. Enjoy the hot shower, and then e will have a Punjabi cum Mexican brunch,” Vivek announced, happily. “And for you lovely ladies, I'll make some nice Fajitas and Burritos,” he added, looking at Isabella and Santina. “I forgot to tell you, Bella, Santina,” said Aryan, looking at both of them. “Vivek is a damn good cook. He can cook Indian, Chinese, Mexican, Italian… almost anything!” “Amazing,” cried Santina, throwing a surprised look at Vivek. “But, we will eat Indian food only,” said Isabella, looking at Vivek. “You don't have to make extra effort for us. Moreover, Santina and I, we both love curries. I've tasted Indian curries with Aryan, and they taste delicious.”

“Great, Aryan,” said Vivek, looking at his friend. “Isabella is already so much an Indian.” “Yes, she is,” answered Aryan, wrapping his arm tightly around Isabella. “She is my wife… Isabella Aryan Sehgal,” he added, and kissed her cheek. *** In Manhattan, Ethan regained his consciousness after five hours. He opened his eyes, and found himself lying on the floor. “What the hell am I doing on the floor?” he mumbled, as he tried to stand up, taking the support of the wooden table. His legs were still trembling, and his head was bursting ith pain. He looked around, his hand cupping his head. “Where is Isabella?” he muttered, as his eyes wandered around the living room. “Isabella!” he called out.  No one responded. “Damn, my head,” he cried, feeling acute pain in his head. He sat on the sofa, and shouted again, “Isabella… where are you? Come here, baby. Your honey, wanna love you.” Again, no one replied. Ethan sensed something fishy, and became suspicious. He arose and ent inside the bedroom, shouting Isabella's name. She was nowhere. He checked her closet, and found her luggage and clothes missing. “Damn you!” he yelled angrily, and immediately ran towards the main gate of his mansion. “Have you seen Isabella?” he shouted at the security man. “Yes, sir. She left a few hours ago, but didn't return,” the security man replied, casually. “Damn you, moron!” Ethan slapped the security guard. Anger appeared in his eyes. He made a few phone calls, and instructed his men to meet him at his residence immediately. Within no time, all his best sharpshooters and killing agents gathered at his mansion. “I want this girl… DEAD OR ALIVE,” ordered Ethan, surrounded by his men. He showed them the pictures of Isabella. “Go get her from any corner of this bloody world! I want her here, right in front of me, dead or  alive! YOU ALL HEARD ME?” Ethan roared, anger glaring in his eyes. “Yes, sir,” all his men replied in unison. “Rocky… come here,” Ethan called his best sharpshooter. “Take as many men as you want, and go to Spain. Search each and every house in Madrid, Coslada, Valencia and nearby places. Take these pictures and advertise in every newspaper… every news channel in Spain… You understood?” instructed Ethan. Rocky nodded, took the picture from Ethan, and immediately left, to fulfil his master's order. Ethan then turned around to face the rest of his men, and ordered, “Take these pictures and spread them here in America… I want that bloody bitch at any cost!”

“Kill anyone who stops you from getting her! Do you understand me? KILL THEM ALL!” he thundered, banging his hands on the table. Meanwhile, Aryan and Isabella relaxed themselves at Vivek's residence in Toronto. It had been so many months since the couple had a stress-free sleep. But, will Ethan and his men be able to hunt them down? Will Isabella and Aryan's reunion remain forever? Ethan's men were spreading in Spain and America. And, Canada was definitely not out of Ethan's reach.

PART 4 CANADA 19. The Birth of an Angel  fter three months… in Toronto, Canada

Aryan was sitting in the hospital, worried and tense. Vivek looked at his concerned friend, and then sat down next to him. “Don't worry, Aryan. Isabella and your child will be perfectly fine,” he said. “Yeah, I really hope so. Doctors are talking about some complications. And, they didn't even let me stay with Bella,” Aryan whined, feeling exasperated. He then rested his forehead on his hands, and went into deep thought. Santina, too, noticed him fervently praying for the well-being of his wife and child. She walked up to him, and rested her hand on his shoulder. “Aryan,” she spoke, softly. Aryan raised his head, and looked at Santina. “Minor complications in delivery are very normal. Don't worry. Your child and Isbie will be all right,” Santina assured, with a smile. “That is what I'm trying to make him understand,” Vivek said, looking at Santina, and then at Aryan. “C'mon, guys! This is my first child. I'm bound to be nervous,” rejoined Aryan, looking at Vivek and Santina. “And both of you are explaining as if you yourself have delivered many babies!” he added light-heartedly, trying to reduce some tension within. “Lots of babies!” Santina laughed. They all shared a good laugh to ease the stressed atmosphere. Few restless moments passed by, and the doctors came out of the operation theatre. Aryan, Vivek and Santina anxiously rushed towards them. “Congratulations, Aryan. You've become father of a baby girl,” said one of the doctors. Tears of extreme happiness instantly appeared in Aryan's eyes. An uncontrollable smile spread over his face. “How is Isabella, doctor?” he asked, concerned. “Both mother and child are doing well,” the doctor smiled.

“Thank you so much doctor,” Aryan said, excitedly. He then looked at Vivek and Santina, and they all embraced each other in happiness and joy. Vivek and Santina too hugged each other, shyly. They both loved that hug, sharing a few smiles and stolen glances. Vivek quickly turned towards Aryan, and hugged him again. “Many congratulations, brother,” he said. “You are now one stage up in life… a father!” Aryan nodded, smiling and wiping his wet eyes. “Can we see Isabella?” Santina curiously asked the doctor. The doctor nodded, and smiled. “Yes, of course.” “Thank you, doctor. Thank you so much,” said Aryan, elatedly. Then he, Vivek and Santina ran, excitedly, towards Isabella's room. Aryan entered the room and saw Isabella relaxing on the hospital bed. She looked at him, smiled, and then turned her eyes towards their baby's cot. He too switched his eyes from his beautiful ife to their newborn daughter. It was the most special, most precious moment of his life. His heart as thumping blissfully. He slowly moved towards Isabella, while Santina and Vivek rushed towards the cot. “Wow! She is so cute, Isbie!” exclaimed Santina excitedly, gazing at the baby. “She is just like you.” Isabella looked at Santina and smiled, and then returned her gaze towards Aryan, who was  beaming with happiness. He sat beside Isabella, and kissed her forehead. “Thank you, Bella. You have given me the most beautiful gift of my life. You don't know how happy I am,” he expressed, with a never-ending smile. Isabella smiled, and clutched his hand. “I know how happy you are,” she kissed his hand. “Your eyes always speak for you, honey. You always wanted a baby girl. Go and see our daughter, and tell me how she is.” Aryan nodded. He arose, and walked towards their newborn daughter, with eyes filled with happiness and excitement. “God! She is so beautiful! Bonito, my baby,” he cried happily, looking at his daughter. He carefully lifted his daughter in his hands and lovingly kissed her forehead. “Bella, she looks exactly like you… your eyes, your nose, your lips,” he added with glee. “But her hair is a darker shade.” “At least she got something from her father as well,” joked Vivek, and they all laughed cheerfully. “What will be her name, Indian or Spanish?” asked Santina, excitedly. Aryan smiled. “She is my Angel,” he replied, and kissed his daughter once more. “Wow! Angel is an amazing name!” exclaimed Santina, switching her gaze towards Isabella. “Right, Isbie?”

“Sí,” Isabella agreed, and smiled. “Daddy and mommy will be so happy to know this.” Aryan placed the baby back into her cot, and again sat beside Isabella, on her bed. “You take rest, Hun. Let me talk to the doctor,” he said, running his hand tenderly over Isabella's forehead. “I ant to take you and our baby home as soon as possible now.” Isabella nodded, and smiled. Aryan arose and began to move towards the door, but Vivek stopped him midway. “You stay here, Aryan. Let Santina and I go and talk to the doctors, and finish the rest of the formalities,” Vivek  said, mischievously hoping for a moment alone with Santina. “Thanks, bro,” Aryan smiled. “You two have proved to be such good friends of ours. Without your support, we couldn't have reached this far,” he added, looking at Vivek and Santina. “We are best friends… so no need of thanks. Just cherish this moment with your baby and ife,” replied Vivek, resting his hand over Aryan's shoulder. He then looked at Santina, and said, “Come, Santina, let's meet the doctors and wrap up the formalities.” “Sure,” replied Santina, eagerly, and then left the room, along with Vivek. Aryan again sat beside Isabella, and ran his hand on her forehead. “I feel so complete today… a husband… a father.” Isabella smiled, and clutched his hand. Aryan kissed her hand, and added, “Life gives us so many reasons to be happy… and now I've all the reasons, because you are with me, and our Angel. Life is so beautiful.” Isabella nodded. “La vida es bella. Life is certainly beautiful with you, my love.” Aryan smiled, bent down and kissed her forehead. Isabella blushed, and then gently brushed his nose with hers. “I… love… you,” she lovingly whispered, taking breaks in-between those three magical words. Aryan ran his fingers on her cheeks, and planted a sweet kiss on her lips. “Love you too, my gorgeous wifey,” he replied. “Just a few more days, then we will go to India and live happily forever. No one can trace us there.” “'Live happily… feels so good. I always wanted that. I'm so happy to have you by my side, again,” Isabella expressed, her eyes twinkled. “Me too,” replied Aryan, and kissed her hand. “I'll call Kaka, mom and dad, and inform them. They will be delighted to know about their granddaughter.” The smile was not leaving the faces of Isabella and Aryan. They were happy, they were together, and now they had a reason to celebrate. Isabella kept holding Aryan's hand and relaxed, hile he adoringly stroked her hair. Meanwhile, Vivek and Santina completed the discharge formalities. “Hey, amigos,” Santina said, on entering the room along with Vivek.

Isabella and Aryan instantly looked at both of them. “Doctors are saying that baby and mother are absolutely fine, and healthy. We can take both o them home today itself, once doctors are done with some small checkups. Yayyyy!” Santina blurted out, excitedly. “Awesome news!” exclaimed Aryan, returning his gaze towards Isabella. “You take rest, Bella. Let me give this good news to everyone.” Isabella nodded, and smiled. Aryan then kissed Isabella's forehead, and arose. As he was about to move away, Isabella suddenly held his hand to stop him. “Yes, Hun?” Aryan looked at Isabella, wondering what she had in mind. “Te Amo,” Isabella smiled sweetly. Aryan smiled, and again sat beside her. “I love you, too,” he replied, and gently kissed her lips. “I'll be back soon,” he added, and left the room. In Spain, Valen was sitting in his living room and enjoying his evening tea when his phone rang. A smile immediately lit up his face, noticing Aryan's call. “Aryan… how are you, my son?” he happily answered the call. “I'm good, Dad. Thanks,” replied Aryan. “We have good news for you. You've become a grandfather, of a baby girl,” he informed, gleefully. “WHAT?!” Valen literally shouted in happiness. His eyes grew bigger in excitement, and he instantly arose, leaving everything he was doing. “This is so incredible! I mean, daughter of my Isabella… Wow!” Aryan smiled. “Yep, Dad, daughter of your Isabella.” “Oh, Son, I don't have words to express my happiness. How's my granddaughter… does she… does she look like my daughter, or my son?” asked Valen, excitedly. “She completely resembles Bella. Dad, she is so beautiful, I can't tell you,” replied Aryan, oyfully, unable to control his own happiness. “Aww… I really want to meet you all now. I want to play with my granddaughter,” said Valen. Impatience caused by extreme happiness, began to fill his tone. “Sure, Dad, we will be coming back soon,” Aryan happily replied. “Need to complete visa formalities for our daughter now.” “Come soon, I'm dying to meet you all, and especially my lovely granddaughter. But…” rejoined Valen, and then suddenly paused. “What happened, Dad?” Aryan sensed some problem. “Aryan, I wanted to tell you something,” said Valen. His expression and voice turned serious.

“What, Dad? You're sounding worried,” replied Aryan, getting concerned himself. “Aryan,” Valen sighed. “Ethan is still hunting for Isabella in Spain and America. His men are searching her here in Spain. They came to my house, and searched every room, every possible area. They even threatened Catherine...” “Mom?! What did they do to her?” interrupted Aryan, angrily. “Nothing... She is fine. I wasn't at home at that time. But, don't take Ethan lightly,” Valen arned. “Steve informed me that there are advertisements everywhere in America… in newspapers, in news bulletins,” he added, in a worried tone. “Hmm,” said Aryan. “We are safe here. We will come back once the situation improves,” he replied, after a thought. “You're not safe in Toronto, too,” Valen snapped, concerned. “Ethan can easily trace you there as well.” Aryan thought for a few seconds, and then replied, “Okay, Dad. I'll make a plan, and let you know.” “Sure, Son... Anyway, this is the time for celebration, and I'm such an idiot… talking to you about these things on such a good occasion,” said Valen, easing the tense moment. “Enjoy your time, Son, and meet us soon.” “Definitely, Dad,” replied Aryan. “But you're right. We have to be extra careful. See you soon, Dad. Oh, by the way, where is mom?” “She is not at home right now. But, she will be dancing after hearing this news. I'll call her  right now,” replied Valen, cheerfully. “I know she will be very happy. Take care, Dad. We will meet you soon,” replied Aryan, and they both ended the call. Aryan stood there for a long moment, absorbing Valen's warning. He had thought that Ethan would have given up the chase by now, but he was wrong. After a long thought, he ent back into Isabella's room. *** It was a calm evening in Toronto when Aryan brought Isabella and their newly born daughter,  back to Vivek's house. He carefully placed Angel in her baby cot, and then helped Isabella lay down on the bed. He sat beside her, and kissed her forehead. “Take rest, love,” he said. Santina and Vivek pulled chairs for themselves, and sat around Isabella's bed. “Your diet and health needs a proper care,” said Aryan, looking at Isabella. “And I'll take care of you,” he smiled, wrapping an arm around her. “Gracias, mi amor,” Isabella kissed his cheek. “Honey, did you inform daddy?” Aryan nodded. Suddenly his expression turned serious. Valen's words were circling in his mind. He looked concerned.

“What happened, Aryan?” asked Vivek. “You seem a little worried, ever since you had a word ith Isabella's father.” Isabella instantly looked at Aryan. Her eyes demanded an answer. Aryan looked at Isabella, but did not reply. He silently arose, and walked towards Angel's cot. “Angel is the symbol of our love, Bella. I cannot put her in danger,” he said, slowly. “What are you saying, honey? Why our Angel is in danger?” Isabella fretted, sounding  perplexed and frightened at the same time. “She is,” replied Aryan in a deep voice, and then looked at Isabella. “Because of Ethan!” “Ethan?!” exclaimed Santina, agape. Suddenly, the smile disappeared from everyone's face. “Yep, Santina,” answered Aryan. “Dad informed me that Ethan and his men are still searching for Bella. They are searching every road, every home in Madrid and nearby places. In America, he has advertised Bella's name everywhere!” Aryan crossed his arms across his chest, and thought for a long moment. Wrinkles of tension ere visible on his forehead. Everyone wore a concerned look, and there was complete silence in the room. “He can definitely trace us here… in Toronto,” said Aryan, after a thought. “So, what should we do?” asked Vivek, concerned. “I don't want my baby to get into this. Aryan, please do something,” Isabella panicked. Aryan again sat beside Isabella. “Don't worry, Bella. I'll not let our daughter get into trouble. That's why, I've a plan,” he assured, placing his comforting hand on her cheek. “What plan?” asked Santina, instantly. Aryan looked at Santina, but did not reply. He arose again, walked towards the window, and stared outside. He was thinking something. Isabella, Santina and Vivek anxiously looked at him, awaiting his reply. He then turned around to face everyone. “Santina… you will take Angel back to Spain,” he said, looking at her. Isabella looked at Aryan, stunned. Santina, too, seemed surprised on Aryan's decision. “What?! Have you gone mad?” Vivek demurred. “You want to be separated from your  daughter?” “Do you think that I'm happily doing this?” retorted Aryan, in anguish. Vivek shook his head in disbelief and disagreement over Aryan's decision. “I'm doing this for the safety of my Angel,” said Aryan, looking at everyone. “Bella and I cannot go to England or Spain, because we will be easily traced at the borders or anywhere in Spain, America, England or even Canada. However, no one can recognise our baby. So let Santina take Angel to Spain,” he explained further.

“What about you and Isbie?” asked Santina. Isabella's concerned eyes switched towards Aryan, Vivek and Santina as their discussion continued. She was extremely worried for her daughter. “We will stay here… in the outskirts, till Ethan is satisfied that we are not in England or Spain. Living in a big city, like Toronto, can be risky. So, Bella and I'll live in any distant area for some time,” answered Aryan, explaining his plan. “Sounds like a good plan to me,” said Vivek, after a thought. “It will be tough for anyone to locate you in the outskirts area.” Aryan nodded, and then looked at Isabella. “What do you say, Bella?” She remained quiet. Her expressions said that she was extremely worried. Aryan sat next to her, cupped her shoulders, and clarified, “Hun, I'm so sorry. But for Angel's safety, we have to separate her from us, till Ethan stops chasing us.” Isabella hugged Aryan, and started crying. Aryan wrapped his arms around her and stroked her  hair, to comfort her. “Don't cry, Bella. I promise you, nothing will happen to our Angel,” he reassured. “Trust me,” he then said, holding her face in his hands and looking into her wet eyes. Isabella nodded. “I trust you,” she wiped her tears. Aryan then looked at Vivek, and said, “Bro, please arrange for the passport and visa for our  Angel, as soon as you can.” “Sure, brother, it will take some time, but I'll try to do it as soon as possible,” replied Vivek. “Thanks,” said Aryan, and turned towards Santina. “Once we have the passport, I'll send Angel along with you… back to Spain.” Santina nodded. “And I'll look for a place far away from Toronto,” he added.

20. The Escape Continues Six weeks later...

In New York, Ethan was getting more and more restless and disturbed at not being able to locate Isabella. Neither his men, nor police or the media were able to gather even a little information about her. Ethan was unable to accept the fact that he and his men had actually failed to find her. Each  passing day, each passing hour, with no information about her, was making him insane. He just wanted to kill her and anyone else who helped her to elope. His men tracked every road, every street and almost every possible location in Madrid and nearby places. They also kept a constant check on Valen's palace in Madrid and his farmhouse in Valencia, but all their efforts proved futile. Ethan used all his means and powers to find Isabella in America, but did not get any results. The New York  Police Department tried everything to find her, but they too failed, and finally declared and confirmed

that she was missing. Ethan was a big name in America. Hence, the police and the media did everything they could, but they were not getting any results. And Ethan, well, he was desperately aiting for one fine clue. Meanwhile, in Toronto, Isabella and Aryan were enjoying each passing day with their lovely Angel. Their life had taken a whole new turn with the birth of their daughter. They were a complete family now, a happy family. However, the arrival of their daughter did not divide their love for each other. In fact, the love and the mutual respect grew much more. Aryan took a proper care of Isabella's diet, her health and all her needs, and she gave him the much needed support, love and care, which every man desires from his soul mate. One such day, Aryan was sitting next to Isabella, holding their daughter in his arms, when Vivek and Santina walked into their room. “Hey, where you have been since this morning?” asked Aryan, looking at Vivek and Santina. “We went to the visa office,” answered Vivek. “Here is the passport,” he added, giving the  passport of Angel to Aryan. Meanwhile, Santina sat on the bed, next to Isabella. Aryan checked the passport and the visa. “Fantastic! This is what I wanted,” he flashed a relaxed smile. “Thanks, buddy,” he added, looking at Vivek. “Oh c'mon, bro… If you really want to thank me, then just take care of our Angel,” replied Vivek, pulling a chair to sit. Aryan then looked at his daughter, still holding her in his arms. “Daddy will send you to Spain, honey… with your aunt. Mommy and Daddy will come soon,” he said, in a babyish tone. “Have you decided on any place to stay outside Toronto?” Santina asked Aryan. Aryan nodded. “Quite a few… Hamilton, Roncesvalles, or maybe Haliburton,” he replied, and then looked at Vivek, to seek his opinion on the choices of places. “All these places are good, outside Toronto, but I feel Haliburton will be the best among these options,” Vivek suggested, after a quick thought. “Any particular reason?” asked Isabella. “Yes,” Vivek nodded. “Haliburton is about 200 kilometres away from here. It's a nice place, surrounded by lush forests. You will like it. Moreover, I know someone there who can lend you his house to stay for a while.” “Who?” Aryan instantly asked. “My friend's uncle, Mr. Vinay Yadav,” answered Vivek. “He is alone, and mostly stays in Toronto. He has a vacant house in Minden Hills, a township in Haliburton County. I guess, that will  be the safest place, as it is some kilometres further away from the main town of Haliburton,” he explained. “Okay,” said Aryan. “What do you say, Bella?” he asked, swivelling his gaze towards Isabella.

“I'm fine with any decision you take, honey,” Isabella replied, showing her confidence and trust in Aryan. “Great! All is set now,” said Aryan, as he arose from the bed and placed the baby in her cot. “Santina,” Aryan spoke, looking at her. “You have to take Angel back to Spain. From there, you can tell us what the situation is. Bella and I'll come once you feel that it is safe for us to go there,” he explained, while everyone listened to him attentively. “Sure, Aryan,” Santina replied confidently. “Good. And Vivek, please talk to Mr. Vinay, and ask him if he allows us to stay in his vacant house, maybe, for a couple of months,” said Aryan, looking at his best friend. “No problem,” replied Vivek. “I'll talk to him, to prepare his house for you.” “Perfect,” said Aryan, and then looked at Isabella. She was looking upset and worried. “Bella, don't worry,” he said, comfortingly. He again sat beside her, and tenderly stroked her hair. “Nothing ill happen to our Angel. Santina is with her,” he assured. “Aryan is right, Isbie,” said Santina, wrapping an arm around her friend. “This tough time will soon pass. I'll take care of Angel, like my own daughter,” she reassured, with a smile. A melancholy smile appeared on Isabella's face. “Gracias, mi amiga,” she hugged Santina. Meanwhile, Vivek walked out of the room and called Vinay, requesting him to allow Isabella and Aryan to stay at his house in Haliburton. He swiftly finished the call, and came back into the room. “Where did you go?” Santina asked Vivek. “Spoke to Vinay Uncle,” Vivek replied, looking at Santina, and then at Aryan. “Luckily, he is in Haliburton since last Sunday. He has agreed to let you stay at the house for some time. Anyway, he mostly stays here in Toronto, so he will manage.” “Amazing!” exclaimed Santina, happily. “Another problem solved.” “So now, let us all pack our bags and move to our respective destinations,” said Aryan, arising from the bed. “Thanks, bro,” he said, looking at Vivek, and extending his hand for a handshake. Vivek smiled. “You have learned lots of manners ever since you've fallen in love. How many times did you thank me when I helped you with our school exams?” he joked, while shaking hands ith Aryan. Aryan laughed, and then hugged Vivek. “Santina,” said Aryan, turning towards her. “Please pack your bags. I'll drop you and Angel off at the airport. Then Bella and I'll leave for Haliburton.” Santina nodded. Aryan then looked at Vivek again, and said, “Bro, please check the next available flights to

Madrid. And, give me the complete address and phone number of Mr. Vinay.” “Sure, I'll check and book the tickets,” replied Vivek. He then tore a piece of paper from a riting pad, and wrote the address and phone number of Vinay on it. “Here's the address.” he said, giving the piece of paper to Aryan. “Thanks.” Aryan took the paper, and kept it in his wallet. *** They all packed their luggage, and within two hours, they were ready to leave Toronto. “See you, brother,” said Aryan, shaking hands with Vivek. “Stay in touch, and take care o yours.” “I will. You too take care of yours and Isabella,” replied Vivek. “Take this.” He gave a rectangular, wooden box to Aryan. “What is this?” asked Aryan, surprised. He opened the box and found a sharp, twin-edged, Swiss knife. “This is for your safety,” said Vivek, as Aryan looked at him, perplexed. “I already have a licenced revolver,” replied Aryan. “But, as you are giving me this, I'll surely keep it with me. It will certainly add to our security and defence.” “You may not need to use any of them,” said Vivek, resting his hand over Aryan's shoulder. “Yeah, I hope so too,” Aryan sighed. “But, thanks brother.” He then looked at everyone. “We all have to stay in touch to keep track of our locations,” he announced. “Definitely we will,” said Vivek. Santina and Isabella nodded in agreement. Aryan hugged Vivek, thanked him for his support, and then headed towards the Pearson Airport, along with Isabella, Angel and Santina, in a rented car. No one spoke much during the forty minutes journey to the Airport. Everyone was deeply upset, especially Isabella and Aryan. They did not want to part with Angel, but they had no other option. With heavy feet, they reached the departure terminal. Santina herself was deeply worried. She did not want to leave Isabella and Aryan alone. However, she also understood that for Angel's safety, she had to follow Aryan's plan. She looked at them, and reassured, “Aryan… Isbie… don't worry about Angel. She will be fine with me.” Isabella kissed Angel, as tears poured out of her eyes. Being a mother, she was feeling heavyhearted to see her daughter go away. Aryan wrapped an arm around Isabella, and comforted her. “Don't worry, Bella,” he reassured. “Soon we will be going back to Spain, and then, we will live ith our daughter… we will see her grow.” Isabella nodded, wiping her tears. Aryan took Angel from Isabella's arms, and hugged his daughter. He himself was deeply upset. He was not sure what destiny held for them in the future. He as not sure whether he would be able to see his daughter again or not. However, he had to be strong

enough to support his wife. He lovingly kissed Angel's forehead and cheeks. Angel, an innocent baby, she hardly knew what her parents were going through. Aryan then handed her to Santina. It was an emotional moment for the parents to see their newborn daughter separated from them. However, they had to make this sacrifice for their daughter's safety. Santina started to walk away, holding Angel in her arms, while Aryan and Isabella bid her  goodbye, with tearful eyes. “Santina!” Aryan called out, all of a sudden. Santina stopped, and turned around. Aryan immediately ran towards her. “Santina,” he panted. “I don't know why I'm saying this, maybe there is no need to… but I've to say this.” Santina looked at Aryan's teary eyes, and heavy frown. He looked bothered, and worried. “Yes, Aryan, tell me,” she said. “Santina, I don't know what the future holds for Bella and me,” said Aryan, running his hand over Angel's forehead, “but we will definitely come back to take our daughter.” His gaze was not leaving Angel's face, as if he was not sure whether he would be able to see his daughter again or not. A pain appeared on Santina's face as well. “But somehow… if we never came back… then assume that we…” Aryan forced out a few ords from his strangulated throat. “Why are you saying this?” interrupted Santina, sensing Aryan's words. “You have to come  back for Angel, for every one of us.” “Santina, let me continue,” insisted Aryan, glumly. “We will definitely come, but… i somehow… we don't… then do take care of our Angel.” He kept looking at his daughter with wet eyes. Santina rested a comforting hand over Aryan's shoulder. “Aryan, nothing will happen to you or  Isbie. It's a matter of a few weeks only. You have to come back for your child, and I promise to take care of Angel like my own daughter.” “Thank you, Santina,” said Aryan. He kissed Angel one last time, and came back to Isabella. They together then bid goodbye to their friend and their daughter. Isabella was still sobbing. “Don't cry, wifey,” Aryan hugged Isabella. “We will soon meet our Angel. Trust me.” “I do,” Isabella wiped her tears. Aryan smiled, and kissed her forehead. They left the Pearson Airport, and soon they were on the highway leading to Haliburton. “Honey, how much time will it take to reach Haliburton?” asked Isabella, her tone was still low. “Four hours,” replied Aryan, glancing at her.

Isabella rested her head on Aryan's shoulder, while he drove through the long-stretched highways, surrounded by lush-green fields. Aryan wrapped his arm around her, as she tried to relax herself. He knew that she was still upset about the parting with their daughter. “Driving like this is so easy here,” he said, diverting Isabella's attention from their daughter. “Like how?” “Like this… hugging you, and driving,” he said, pulling her closer, while his other hand controlled the steering. “In India, complete concentration is necessary on the road. Trucks, cars,  bikes, cycles are everywhere… Anyone can come at you from anywhere, suddenly,” he added lightheartedly, to bring some smile on Isabella's glum face. Isabella lifted her face from his shoulder, and looked at him. “I will love India,” she smiled  briefly. “I'm sure you will,” replied Aryan. “Keep smiling like this, wifey. I can live my entire life  peacefully by just watching you smile.” Suddenly that little smile vanished from Isabella's face, though she kept looking at Aryan. “Why do you love me so much, Aryan?” she asked, in a low tone. “What have I given you… apart from pain, suffering? And now you are here, hiding us, just because of me.” Tears welled in her eyes, and her voice carried the pain embedded in her heart. Aryan glanced at her, and smiled. “No one has control over love, Bella. And I fell in love with you the very first moment I saw you,” he said. “You talk about the pain and suffering? I'm ready to  bear them all, just to be with you.” The confident smile on Aryan's face made Isabella feel a lot better. She smiled, and kissed his cheek. “Bad times, like good times, never persist forever,” said Aryan. “Right now, we are heading towards our good time. We have our baby now, and she is safe. No more running and hiding after  this,” he assured. Isabella smiled. “You are right, hubby.” She then closed her eyes and relaxed, resting her head over his shoulder. *** After four hours of continuous drive, Isabella and Aryan reached the scenic city of Haliburton. Clear blue sky and calm, serene surroundings of Haliburton welcomed them, as they drove through the main city. “Wow! Such a beautiful city!” exclaimed Isabella excitedly, as she gazed at the lush-green surroundings, mountains, and dense forests of Haliburton. She pulled down the window, and allowed the cool and refreshing breeze to bathe her face. Aryan glanced at her and smiled, happy to see her relaxed. “Yeah, Hun, but we need to go to Minden Hills, and it seems outside the main city of Haliburton,” he replied, checking his navigator.

“The farther it is, the safer we are,” replied Isabella, with a twinkling smile. She felt much  better now. She was with her lover, her husband - Aryan, and she knew that they were moving towards their good time. After twenty-five minutes of driving through the main city, Aryan stopped his car at the roadside. “That house looks like our destination,” he said, checking the address provided by Vivek, and then pointing towards a big, old-fashioned, hut-shaped house, with a very few similar kind o houses in the neighbourhood. Isabella looked at the house, and nodded. “Might be... let's go and check.” Aryan drove towards the house, and parked his car next to an already parked car, which, he assumed, belonged to Vinay. They came out of their car and looked all around, amazed to find not a single human being in the near vicinity. They then walked towards the house which itself looked shabby. The outside walls were patchy, with black spots all over. There was hardly any greenery in the small front-garden. “This is a bizarre place,” whined Isabella, wrinkling her nose. “There is no one around, and the house looks awful.” “Hmm, don't worry. This place is perfect for us,” replied Aryan. He held her hand, and sauntered towards the main door of the house. Isabella pressed the doorbell, but it did not ring. “Damn! The doorbell is not working,” she cried annoyingly, raising her arms to show her displeasure about the weird place. Aryan moved ahead, and knocked at the wooden door. After about a minute, an old Indian man, dressed in a black suit, opened the door. “Yes, how can I help you?” asked the old man, looking at Isabella and Aryan. “Hello, sir. We are looking for Mr. Vinay Yadav,” replied Aryan, while Isabella kept ondering how an old man, who lived in such a pathetic place, managed to look elegant in a suit. “Yes, I am Vinay Yadav,” replied the old man. “And, you must be Aryan.” Aryan nodded, and smiled. Vinay looked at Isabella, and then wore his glasses to have a better  look at her. I've seen her somewhere, he thought, putting extra pressure on his old brain cells to extract where he had seen her. “She is my wife… Isabella,” said Aryan, noticing Vinay looking at her suspiciously. “Yes, I know. Vivek informed me. Please come in; feel at home,” said Vinay, welcoming them inside his house. Though, he was still trying to remember where he had seen Isabella before. “Thanks, Mr. Yadav,” said Aryan. He then held Isabella's hand, and entered the house. Isabella ran her eyes all around, and gazed at the interiors. The house was big, and spacious. The furniture looked old fashioned, yet classy. The walls were well painted and decorated with  photographs of all sorts, ranging from landscapes to wildlife. The flooring was well carpeted, too. Isabella felt much better after seeing the clean and well-maintained interiors of the house.

“Please have a seat,” said Vinay, guiding them to the living room. “Let me bring something for  you to drink.” Isabella and Aryan sat in the living room, while Vinay went in the kitchen and tried hard to recall where he had seen Isabella. “I've seen her somewhere,” he murmured, while pouring pineapple uice in two glasses. “Oh yes! She is the same girl!” he muttered, all of a sudden, excitedly. “Yes, she is! I saw that news about her missing, when I went to America last month!” Wicked intentions developed in Vinay's mind. He immediately went to his bedroom, and rummaged through his closet. He took out a diary, in which he had noted the contact number  advertised on the American news channel. “Yes! This is the number!” he muttered excitedly, and tore the page from the diary. “Now, I can demand money by informing Isabella's whereabouts. I shouldn't let her go!” Vinay then went back to the kitchen, and brought juice and snacks for Isabella and Aryan. “Mr. Yadav, please, there is absolutely no need for this,” said Aryan, as he saw Vinay bringing in the tray. “You are Vivek's friend. So, you are like my son. Take this.” Vinay offered Aryan a glass o uice. “Thanks,” said Aryan. Vinay then offered the juice and snacks to Isabella. Both Isabella and Aryan failed to see the rong intentions behind Vinay's smiling face. Vinay was now sure, that Isabella was the same girl ho had been absconding from America. “Not many people live in your neighbourhood,” said Isabella, looking at Vinay, and taking a few sips of the juice. “Yes, not many,” agreed Vinay. “Minden Hills is a small town in the outer of Haliburton, and  people who live in my neighbourhood are just like me. They stay in main cities, and sometimes visit here to enjoy a relaxing weekend,” he explained. “But I'm sure you will love this place. It has  beautiful surroundings, green forests, lakes, calm and relaxing weather.” He tried his best to convince Isabella and Aryan, so that they would not find any other place. “This place is perfect for us, Hun,” said Aryan, looking at Isabella. “Aryan is right, Isabella,” emphasised Vinay. “This is the best place. No one will trouble you here,” he reassured. Isabella nodded, and smiled. “Take these keys,” said Vinay, taking out the house keys from his pocket and giving them to Aryan. “Thank you, Mr. Yadav. This is a big help,” said Isabella. Vinay smiled. “No problem, child. Live here as long as you want. I'll leave now, for Toronto,”

he said, and stood up to leave. Isabella and Aryan arose as well. “Glad to meet you Mr. Yadav. Thanks a lot for your help,” said Aryan, shaking hands with the old man. Vinay smiled. “Not a problem, Aryan.” He then bid the couple goodbye, and drove away in his car. He stopped his car at a fair distance from the house, took out the piece of paper from his coat's  pocket, and dialled the phone number written on it. In New York, Ethan was exercising in his personal gym when his mobile phone rang. He dropped the heavy dumbbells on the floor, and answered the call. “Hello. Who is this?” “That doesn't matter. What matters is, I have valuable information for you,” said Vinay. Ethan immediately sensed the importance of the phone call. The bright light in the gym was illuminating every muscle of his sweaty, yet masculine torso. “I know where Isabella is,” spoke Vinay, keeping his conversation to the point. “WHAT?! Who are you? Where is she?” asked Ethan, his biceps stiffened. “I'll give you the complete details. I'll tell you where she is, but,” said Vinay, and then paused. “But, what?” asked Ethan, impatiently. “I need two million Canadian dollars,” demanded Vinay, from his greedy old mouth. “I'll give you any amount! Just tell me where she is,” snapped Ethan, becoming restless to know Isabella's whereabouts. “Meet me at my residence in Toronto, and I'll give you her details,” said Vinay. “Okay, give me your address,” said Ethan. Vinay then spoke his address, and Ethan eagerly noted it down. “I'll meet you in Toronto,” said Ethan. “Don't forget to bring my money,” reminded Vinay. “Definitely not,” responded Ethan, and terminated the call. “Where will you escape to now?” he sniggered. He immediately called his best sharpshooters and without wasting any time, he left for  Toronto.

21. The Next 24 Hours

Aryan took a hot shower and came out of the washroom wearing only his jeans. His physique as still very much in shape, even after spending nearly six months in the hospital. “Wifey!” he called out, looking for Isabella in the bedroom. She was not there.

“Where are you, Hun?” he called out again, meandering from one room to another. “I'm here, honey.” Isabella's sweet shout coming from the kitchen fell into Aryan's ears, and he swiftly moved in the direction from where her voice came. Aryan entered the kitchen and saw Isabella chopping some vegetables for dinner. She glanced over her shoulder, looked at him and smiled, and again got busy with the vegetables and cooking. Aryan sauntered towards her, and wrapped his arms, from behind, around her waist. He then pushed aside her hair, and tenderly traced her silken nape with his parted lips. “What are you doing, baby? See, I'm cooking,” Isabella cried, though smiling and feeling ripples of love flowing through her body. “I'm loving you,” whispered Aryan. He kept hugging her in his masculine arms, and ran his arm lips over the exposed skin of her nape and shoulders. The warmth of Aryan's kisses, the touch of his naked chest against her body, and his intimate hug, made Isabella forget everything else she was doing. She dropped the knife on the kitchen shel and her soft hands began to trace his strong arms. She was squirming and losing herself in the love o her man. She had craved for this moment, yearned for it since months, and she was ready once again, for the only man she had always loved. She turned around to face him, and wrapped her slender arms around his neck. Aryan buried his face in her neck, kissing and tasting the softness of her skin, running his lips over her cheek, towards her ear and gently biting her earlobe. She smelled like a rose, and tasted like a rose petal. His one hand slowly slid under her sleeveless top, naughtily tracing her shivering abdomen, then making its way towards her supple back, running up until her nape and realising that she was not earing a bra. His fingers spasmodically trailed over her back, while his thirsty lips ran over her  collarbone and then moved towards the other side of her neck, kissing her all over. “Oh, honey, I missed this so much, missed you so much,” Isabella whispered, closing her eyes in-between, as her soft fingertips traced his taut and naked chest. She placed one hand around his nape, inched closer and kissed him over his chest. She could feel his skin tighten, as she slowly trailed her tender lips over his neck and then brought her lips closer to his. “Haz me el amor… make love to me,” she spoke sensuously, looking into his eyes and gently touching his lips with hers. Aryan felt the inviting fragrance of her warm breaths, asking him to love her. “I love you so much, Bella,” he said, and kissed her lips, tightening his embrace. Isabella closed her eyes, and surrendered herself completely. Aryan deepened the kiss, thirstily relishing the sweet warmth of her mouth, and the intoxicating nectar of her luscious lips. The moment his tongue probed in-between her lips, she forgot all the suffering she had faced in the past few months. Her pulse rate quickened and her heart pounded. The excitement shivered through her body and she welcomed his tongue, as it entwined with hers. Aryan swept her off her feet, and held her in his manly arms. Isabella wrapped her legs firmly around his waist, and then rested her lips on his. They kissed each other passionately… in love… and they kissed some more… and more. Aryan kept holding her in his arms, as he gently nudged the

kitchen door with his foot. Without breaking the intimate kiss, they moved out of the kitchen and entered the bedroom. He gently deposited her on the edge of the bed, as they kissed and hungrily nibbled at each other's lips. The night was approaching, covering the city with the blanket of stars. It was getting colder in Haliburton, but the fireplace kept the room warm and cosy. There was silence all around, thus the soft moans of the couple in love and the crackling noise of fire burning in the fireplace were clearly audible. Isabella held Aryan closer in her arms as they lay on the fluffy bed. She looked into his eyes and everything froze, for a few seconds. “What happened, wifey?” asked Aryan, noticing a sudden change in Isabella's expression. Her  eyes were sad, and her countenance distressed. “There were moments when I thought that I lost you forever,” said Isabella, glumly, running her  fingers on his cheeks and lips. Painful tears appeared in her eyes. “I never betrayed you, Aryan,” she honestly expressed, raising her eyes and looking at him. Her throat felt strangulated with a sob. “Hey, Bella, what are you saying? I never felt that.” Aryan wiped the innocent tear rolling over  her cheek. “Let me say this, Aryan,” Isabella insisted, heavy-heartedly. “My soul, my love, my inner  self… was always yours, and will remain yours forever. No one ever touched that, apart from you.” Aryan sensed the moment was sensitive. He hugged her tightly, and whispered in her ear, “I know you are true, your love is true. I know you love me the way I love you.” He then wiped her tears and looked into her eyes. “Tú eres mi vida. Te amo más que nada. Eres la mejor cosa que ha acontecido en mi vida. La vida es hermosa porque me amas y Te amo,” he said, conveying to her that she was his life, and he loved her more than anything. She was the best thing that ever happened to him, and his life was beautiful because of her love. Isabella listened to him with a surprise, yet happiness. She was smiling again. “Oh, my baby, you speak Spanish so well!” “Did I say it right?” asked Aryan, surprised. “Honey, it was perfect!” Isabella smiled, then pulled him closer, and engaged him in another   passionate kiss. The kiss melded into another, and another, as her tongue sought, found and danced ith his. She then shifted upward and buried her face in the hollow of his neck, savouring the freshness of his skin, the musky scent of passion. Aryan's blood pressure spiralled, logical thoughts disappeared and his common sense fled, hen Isabella unzipped his jeans and pulled it down through his legs. Straddling him again, Isabella leaned forward and showered kisses all over his chest and neck. Aryan, getting aroused and feeling intense sensations, desperately removed her top, and then hugged her closer and came over her. He held her hands and gently stretched them apart as he raked his famished mouth over her face, kissing her lips, sucking and softly nibbling her tongue. He then slowly moved down kissing her neck, with gentle licks all over her collarbone. He released her hands and she placed them around his nape, running spasmodically over his back. A shiver raced through her spine and tiny moans escaped her 

throat, when Aryan moved down and kissed her blushing curves, and finally grabbed one with his lips. Gently kissing and loving her fair curves, he dragged his hand over her smooth, supple abdomen, and she shivered. Isabella was wax in her hands, melting under the kisses simmering over the swell of her  curves. “I love your hands,” she moaned, as his hands slowly progressed towards the band of her  skirt. A bolt of electricity rippled through her body as he untied her skirt and pulled it down through her long, beautiful legs. The fire was burning in the fireplace, and the fire was smouldering deep down in their hearts. They embraced each other, warmly, completely devoid of their clothing. It was an intense union of the couple in love. They kissed again, and again… deeply and more passionately. Aryan held her in his arms and looked into her eyes. Isabella was looking at him with a cute smile on her face, her fingers slowly running around his ear and nape. “Your smile makes me fall in love with you, all over again,” he expressed, and gently kissed her lips. “Love me, Aryan… like you have never loved me before,” Isabella whispered before biting his ear. Aryan smiled, and engaged her in another intense kiss. They scooted up to the middle of the  bed, bare skin touching bare skin as his masculine torso stretched out next to her beautiful body. Isabella arched her back as Aryan kissed and loved her soft curves. “Oh, Aryan… don't stop… Oh,” she moaned, her eyes closed and her fingers entangled in his thick hair. Lying down again, she placed her hands over his shoulders as Aryan kissed, loved and orshipped her soft rosebuds. Isabella was squirming, arching towards him one instant and twisting away in the next. Aryan slowly slid his hand over her inner thigh, running up, feeling the softness and the warmth of her skin. He felt her body tense, but he held her mouth enslaved, distracting her with a gentle kiss, hile his fingers tenderly ran over her thigh, caressing, loving, and making way towards her divine heaven. Isabella melted completely, when his fingers finally caressed her warm, silky curls… soft feminine core… her intoxicating womanliness. She moaned against his mouth “Oh, Aryan that's too…” Isabella's soft moans of delight fed Aryan's excitement, as he gently let his fingers explore her  deeper. Her slender body twisted, as her sweet warmth pressed against his two fingers. Reaching the ecstasy spot, he gently caressed it, and it swelled. She went to pieces. Her nails were digging in his skin; she was breathing heavily, and wanting more! “Bella, you're so beautiful,” Aryan murmured, his intruding fingers teasing her, loving her, relishing her. “I love to touch you,” he said, taking shallow breaths, fully aroused. “I want you to touch me more,” moaned Isabella, showering kisses over his face.

Aryan discovered her deeper, could feel her soft and moist flesh clenched against his wet fingers, the wetness caused by her divine nectar. “Oh, Aryan… I want you.” Aryan heard her moan… a soft request… a desperate plea. He drew his hand away, held her closer and finally entered her, giving her the pleasures, which she missed all those months. He too, smouldering in the fire of love, placed his hands around her face, looked into her eyes and slowly moved inside her, giving gentle strokes of pure and intense love. Days of love had returned as they moved in unison, kissing each other's lips intermittently. Isabella ran her fingertips over his damp back, as her moans became louder and uneven with every stroke o love. Aryan locked her lips with his, muffling her screams as he finally let himself come inside her. Isabella clutched the bed sheets, took heavy breaths and trembled. Aryan held her firmly. He then smoothed her hair away from her damp face, and placed tender kisses on her cheeks and forehead. “Te amo,” said Isabella, sweetly. “I love you, too.” Aryan kissed her cheek. Aryan rested his head on the headboard, wrapped his arm around her while she snuggled into his arms and relaxed. He gently threaded her hair, and his gaze fell over an acoustic guitar kept beside the bed. He stretched his arm, and picked up the guitar. “What are you planning to do, honey?” asked Isabella, surprised. Aryan smiled. “Sing a song for our love.” “Oh, Wow! You are so romantic,” cried Isabella excitedly, as Aryan strummed the strings of the guitar. “This one is for you. The song is called – Love you this way,” said Aryan as he began to sing a song he had composed for Isabella, and played a lovely melody with the guitar. Isabella kept looking lovingly at him with an adorable smile on her lips, as he sang the song for her. “You are, my reason to live, 've my life to give... elieve me, when I say, Our love is gonna stay...

We are, like twin flames, Our love is not a game... elieve me, when I say, Our love will forever stay...

ow I know who you are and who am I, ll I can see is love in your eyes… You hold me close, and you hug me so tight, aby I love you, Just stay in my sight...

Yes, we are, those twin flames, Our love is not a game… elieve me, when I say, 'll always love you this way...

 Love you this way...

The time may turn, and the tides may rise, The weather may change, but don't be surprised…  Keep holding my hand, we'll face this through, You're so special for me, I'm always with you...

'coz we are, those twin flames, nd our love is not a game... aby, believe me, when I say, 'll always love you this way...

 Love you this way…

You are, my reason to live, 've for you, my life to give... elieve me, when I say, 'll be with you all the way...

'll always... Love you this way... Oh, Baby... I ... will always... Love you this way.”

Aryan finished the song and looked at Isabella. She seemed so wrapped-up in the song. “Honey, I can't tell you how beautiful it is,” she cried, merrily. “Te amo, mi amor,” she said, and kissed his lips. “I love you, too,” replied Aryan, putting the guitar down, and they kissed each other   passionately. They both then relaxed in each other's arms, and slept peacefully. *** It was late that morning when Aryan finally awoke. Isabella was still wrapped in his arms, just the way they had fallen asleep. He watched her for a few seconds, afraid to move and disturb her. They had spent their night sharing their love and had not stopped, until the early hours of the next morning. Isabella stirred, and then opened her eyes. “Beunos dias, hubby.” Her sleep-filled voice belied the sparkle of delight in the depth of her eyes. Aryan kissed her forehead. “Good morning, wifey. Did you sleep well?” Isabella stretched her legs and wiggled her toes. “Never better.” “Me too,” replied Aryan, holding her closer. “I wish to start each day like this… with you in my arms and a kiss on your lips,” he said, and then kissed her lips. A happiness caused by their togetherness sparkled in Isabella's eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him closer and brushed his nose with hers. “Te amo mucho,” she said. “I love you, too,” replied Aryan. He tightened his embrace and kissed her lips again. Isabella closed her eyes and their kiss deepened. They kissed… some more… much more. They were simply enjoying the moments of togetherness, moments of love. Never in their dreams had they thought that their troubles were not yet over. Ethan wasted no time to reach Toronto. He met Vinay, who was desperately waiting for his  prize money. “Where is Isabella?” asked Ethan as soon as he entered Vinay's residence. Vinay smiled. “Have you brought my money?” Ethan signalled one of his men to open the briefcase, and show Vinay the money. Vinay's greedy eyes lured to see the big amount. Never in his life had he seen such a big sum of money. “Now tell me where is she?” demanded Ethan, again. The sudden raise in the tone of Ethan's voice directed Vinay's attention back to him. Ethan took out Isabella's photograph, and held it in front of Vinay's old, yet money-hungry eyes. “Look at this closely, and tell me. Is she the same woman you are talking about?” he asked.

Vinay took the picture from Ethan, wore his glasses and thought for a moment before saying, “Yes! Hundred percent, she is the same woman!” Ethan smiled. “Very good,” he said, and took the picture back from Vinay. “There is one man with her as well… Aryan,” informed Vinay. Ethan raised his right eyebrow, and looked at Vinay in surprise. “Aryan,” he muttered, recalling the day when he shot the man who was with Isabella. He remembered Isabella's shouts “Run, Aryan…” “Oh, you poor lover boy… you're still alive!” Ethan sniggered. “You will die. You escaped last time, but you won't be able to run away from your doom this time!” “Where are they now?” asked Ethan. “Haliburton… about 220 kilometres away from here,” replied Vinay. “Wait, let me write their  complete address for you.” Vinay wrote the address on a piece of paper, and gave it to Ethan. “Thanks, old man. You've been a great help,” said Ethan, signalling one of his men to give Vinay the money. Vinay accepted the briefcase with a broad smile on his face, and clutched it to his chest. “Anything else I can do for you?” asked Ethan, and smiled. “No. You have done enough for me,” replied Vinay, running his hand over the briefcase. Ethan chuckled. “But I want to give you a bigger prize than these two million dollars.” Vinay's eyes grew bigger in anticipation. “What's that?” Ethan smiled. He put his hand in his coat's pocket, took out his gun and shot Vinay on his forehead. Vinay hardly had any time to react. Blood spilled out of his forehead. He fell on the ground, and died instantly. “I don't like cheaters! You, Mr. Yadav, cheated Aryan and Isabella… so you were bound to die. I feel so sad for you.” Ethan sniggered, sarcastically. “Take the bag,” he ordered one of his men. Ethan then headed straight towards the address specified by Vinay, while his men followed him in another car. A distance of 220 kilometres now separated Isabella and Aryan from Ethan. Who ould have thought that Vinay would betray them? One more car of Ethan's men joined him on their way to Haliburton. He was coming fully  prepared, just to hunt two innocent people in love. Every passing hour, every passing minute was  bringing Ethan closer to them. Isabella and Aryan escaped the last time Ethan attacked them, but will they survive this time?

22. The Final Chase

It was mid-afternoon when Aryan entered the house, holding an axe and a log of wood for the fireplace. “Hey, wifey, I'm home!” he announced, glancing at Isabella, who was sitting at the dining table, holding a cup of coffee. Isabella did not respond. Aryan placed the axe on the hook on the wall, wiped his face with a towel and then sauntered towards her. He looked at the cup of coffee. The coffee was almost cold, and untouched. She was lost in deep thought. Aryan pulled a chair, and sat beside her. “Bella,” he said softly, resting his hand over hers. “Hey, you are back,” Isabella uttered, looking at him, and quickly gathered her thoughts. “You ant coffee, honey?” she asked, arising swiftly. “Listen, Bella. Wait.” Aryan arose, and held her wrist, stopping her. “What's wrong?” He cupped her shoulders, and turned her around to face him. “Is everything alright, wifey? What has taken the smile away from your beautiful face?” he asked, with a smile. Isabella inched closer, slipped her arms around his waist and rested her head over his chest. “Me falta, Angel…” Her words were merely a worried whisper. Aryan placed his loving hands around her cheeks, and looked into her concerned eyes. “Angel? Your eyes say, you are missing our daughter,” he interpreted her countenance. Isabella nodded quietly, and hugged him again. “Awww, my love.” Aryan smiled and hugged her. “Don't worry, she is fine. I spoke to Santina today. Our Angel is safe,” he assured, caressing her back to make her feel better. “You sure, honey?” asked Isabella, her voice still low. “Trust me,” replied Aryan. “I trust you,” Isabella smiled and hugged him once again. Aryan lovingly stroked her hair, and kissed her forehead. He then cupped her chin, raised her  face, and placed a sweet kiss on her lips. They smiled and kissed once again, and then hugged each other warmly. A sudden loud sound of a gunshot rattled the photo frame placed on the corner table. Startled, they instantly broke away from the hug, and looked at each other, frightened and panicked! But before anyone of them could speak or react, they heard another gunshot that hit the lampshade. “GET DOWN!” shouted Aryan, wrapping his arm around Isabella, pulling her down towards the floor. “What were those? Bullets?!” asked Isabella, shocked and frightened. “Yeah, sounded like gunshots,” answered Aryan, startled. “But don't worry, Bella… nothing ill happen,” he assured, trying to ease his panicked wife. However, his own heart was thumping

ith fear. They slowly crawled towards the opened window, through which the bullets might have entered the house. They both arose, stealthily, just enough to catch a glimpse of the outside. “IT'S ETHAN!” Isabella exclaimed with a horrified expression, as she saw Ethan, along with his six men approaching them. “Shhhh… don't scream,” shushed Aryan, putting his finger over his lips. “Stay down!” he instructed her. He then took a deep breath, carefully arose again, and closed the window. As soon as he locked the window, Ethan and his men started bullet-firing at the house, rattling the windowpanes completely. “Aaaaaaaaaaaryan…” Isabella screamed in extreme terror, clutching his forearm. “Come, Bella. We have to escape.” Aryan held Isabella's hand, and they frantically ran towards the bedroom. On reaching the bedroom, Aryan swiftly locked the door from inside. He then took out the revolver and the Swiss knife from the closet, and kept them inside his jacket. Meanwhile, a sudden flurry of gunshots destroyed everything kept in the living room. Aryan glanced at Isabella. She was frightened and breathing heavily. “Don't worry, Bella. Trust me,” he assured, breathing heavily himself. “I trust you.” Isabella clutched his hand more tightly. The bedroom led to the backyard, and they quickly ran towards the back door of the house. “We can't escape in the car. It's parked at the front gate,” said Aryan, looking here and there. While he was still thinking, his gaze fell over a motorbike parked in the backyard. Luckily, the keys ere still there. “Come, Bella,” he said, running towards the motorbike, holding her hand. He kickstarted the bike and Isabella climbed behind him, wrapping her arms firmly around his waist. Meanwhile, the gunshots fired by Ethan and his men completely peppered the house. Isabella shut her eyes in extreme horror, hugged Aryan more tightly, as they sped off on the motorbike. Ethan and his men entered the house breaking the main door. They then broke open the bedroom door, and hurriedly rushed towards the backyard. “They are absconding!” exclaimed one of Ethan's men, pointing towards Isabella and Aryan. “This time I won't let you escape, lover boy,” Ethan sniggered. “FOLLOW THEM!” Ethan and his men quickly embarked their black Land Cruisers, and set out to catch the escaping couple. Isabella glanced over her shoulder, and saw Ethan and his men chasing them. A cold tremor  rippled through her spine. “They are coming! DRIVE FAST ARYAN!” she screamed in fear. Aryan immediately hit Haliburton's main road, and drove the motorbike at its maximum speed limit. He kept changing lanes to avoid the bullets fired at them by Ethan and his men, who were chasing them relentlessly. Within moments, they were on the main highways leading to Toronto city.

“Faster, Faster, Faster!” fretted Isabella. She glanced over her shoulder, and saw three black  Land Cruisers approaching from different lanes to surround them. “They are coming, Aryan!” Her  voice was full of fear and helplessness. “Come in front of me, Bella!” shouted Aryan, suddenly. “What?!” “Don't ask questions! Try to come in front of me, while the bike is moving, and sit facing me, so that you can see them coming,” instructed Aryan. He then quickly changed lanes, and moved his  bike in front of a big truck, to take cover. Isabella was frightened… extremely frightened! “C'mon, Bella, we don't have time! You can do it,” said Aryan, loudly. Isabella was apprehensive. She tried to lift her right leg, but it was trembling in fear. She was nervous… frightened… terrorised! “C'MON!” shouted Aryan. Isabella gathered all her courage, and firmly holding Aryan's shoulders, climbed in front o him, as he directed. The truck driver, amazed, looked at the couple doing James Bond's stunts. “I'm going to slow down a little, so that you can see Ethan,” said Aryan, while she listened to him carefully. “Take the revolver out of my jacket. Hold it very firmly. It has five bullets… Aim at the  person who is driving. Okay?” he instructed, and then changed lanes, so that Isabella could aim at Ethan and his men. Isabella nodded apprehensively, and took out the revolver from Aryan's jacket. “Bella, I trust you,” said Aryan, in her ear. “Remember… Hold the revolver strongly in your  hands.” Isabella held the revolver more firmly. She tried to control her shaking right hand, by holding the wrist with her left hand. Aryan then slowed down his bike. “Can you see them?” he asked. Isabella nodded. She could see three Land Cruisers chasing them. She was frightened. Her  heart was pounding, and Aryan could feel that. The three Land Cruisers were inching closer now. Ethan and his men kept firing at them, intermittently. Aryan kept dodging them, constantly changing the lanes, to avoid the gunshots. “I am ready,” said Isabella, controlling her hands. Aryan steadied his motorbike, and wrapped his one arm firmly around Isabella, to minimise the effect of recoil. Isabella aimed at one of the drivers. She pressed the trigger, but missed the target. “Shucks!” she cried, disappointingly. “No problem, Bella. You're doing great. Aim at the driver… you can do it,” motivated Aryan. Isabella took a deep breath, and aimed again. She then shot the remaining four bullets quickly, ith her eyes almost shut. Lucky for her and Aryan, one bullet hit the driver of one of the Land Cruisers, and he lost control over the car. The tyres of his car squealed, and the car collided with the

 barrier, twirling in mid-air before falling back to the ground. Aryan saw the toppled Land Cruiser  through the rear-view mirror of his motorbike. “Bravo, my sweetheart!” he exclaimed, happily. Ethan felt more exasperated. “Damn you!” he roared. “Follow them… Faster!” He ordered the rest of his men. Aryan suddenly stopped his motorbike in the middle of the highway, and then turned around, to face the approaching traffic. Isabella sat behind him, wrapping her arms firmly around his waist. Aryan then drove the motorbike as fast as he could, towards the remaining two Land Cruisers. Ethan and his men did not expect Aryan to make that sudden move, and they had little time to react. Aryan zoomed past them. Ethan and his men turned around their cars, and chased the couple again. Aryan kept driving fast, avoiding the traffic coming from the opposite direction. Ethan pressed the accelerator of his Land Cruiser to the maximum limit. He was getting extremely frustrated. Aryan suddenly took a sharp turn, and came off the highway. He then drove in the muddy area that led to a  bridge over a waterfall, surrounded by dense forests. The two Land Cruisers kept chasing them. Ethan and his men were in no mood, to spare the escaping couple. Aryan stopped his motorbike over the bridge. He then held Isabella's hand, and ran across the road, towards the barrier. “It doesn't look deep,” he murmured, looking down from the bridge, at the aterfall. “You know how to swim?” he asked Isabella. She shook her head, frightened. “Okay, but I know how. C'mon, let's jump in. It doesn't look deep, and we can escape through the forest,” he said, holding Isabella's hand, and looking into her worried eyes. Isabella looked unconvinced. “Trust me.” “I trust you.” Isabella and Aryan held each other's hands, and jumped into the water, which was not too deep. Aryan held Isabella's head over the water surface, keeping her afloat, and then they hurried towards the forest. Ethan and his men reached the bridge and saw Aryan's motorbike parked at the roadside. Ethan swiftly came out of his car, and looked down the bridge. He saw Isabella and Aryan running away into the dense forest. He shot at them, but missed. “Damn!” he exclaimed, banging his fist on the railing in frustration. “Why are you looking at them, you morons?” he shouted at his men. “CHASE THEM!” Isabella and Aryan kept running deeper into the forest, holding each other's hands. They knew the chase was not over yet, and the forest was definitely not a safe place to hide. The sound o approaching cars fell into Aryan's ears. He held Isabella's hand more tightly, and ran harder. Isabella's foot, suddenly, stuck in uneven paths, and she fell down, losing Aryan's grip. “Bella!” Aryan hurried back, clutched her hand, and made her stand up. He looked at her 

quickly reddening knee. It was bruised… badly bruised, and she was panting. Aryan's eyes wandered everywhere, searching for a place to hide. Suddenly his gaze fell over a big wild bush, good enough to hide in, temporarily. He lifted Isabella in his arms, and slowly moved inside the bush that almost covered them. This is not the safest place to hide, but it will do for now , he thought, taking heavy  breaths. After a few moments, Aryan heard someone approaching them. He became alert, and took out the Swiss knife from his jacket. “Stay here, and don't move,” he whispered, instructing Isabella. Isabella nodded, panic gripping her face. “Look for them everywhere! They couldn't have escaped too far.” Aryan vaguely heard Ethan shouting at his men. He kept hiding behind the bush, and saw Ethan and his three men, moving in different directions. He then slowly came out of the bush, and hid behind a giant tree. A small movement in the forest was producing a crackling sound of dry leaves on the ground. He focussed his eyes on one of Ethan's men approaching within his reach. He kept hiding behind the tree, patiently aiting for the right moment. He was cautious. His heart was pounding hard, and blood was rushing through his veins. As soon as one of Ethan's men went past Aryan, he jumped on the man and grabbed him from  behind, covering his mouth so that he could not shout. Wasting no time, Aryan slit his throat, and then stabbed him repeatedly around his waist, making sure the man was dead. A cold shiver quivered through Aryan's spine. Never in his life had he imagined that he would kill someone! “Find them, damn it!” Aryan heard Ethan's shouts coming from a fair distance. He carefully ent towards the bush, making minimal noise. “Come, Hun,” he whispered, extending his hand towards Isabella, taking her out carefully from the bush. However, their movement alerted another one of Ethan's men, and he hurried towards the big  bush, holding his gun. Aryan gently pushed Isabella back, noticing the hooligan approaching them. Aryan was alert, and knew what he had to do. As soon as Ethan's man approached within his range, he tripped him with his leg, making him fall down. He quickly jumped over the man, covered his mouth with one hand, and stabbed him thrice in the neck. The man died instantly. Aryan picked up the dead man's gun and looked at Isabella. She was sitting behind the bush, frightened and gasping for air. Aryan was breathing heavily too, and blood was dripping from the twin-edge of his knife. He tucked the knife under his waist-belt, and rushed towards Isabella “Come, Bella, we need to run in the opposite direction.” Aryan held her hand, and made her  stand. They slowly moved in opposite direction, hiding behind trees, one after another. Isabella was limping, her body badly bruised. The situation was proving very demanding for the couple. “We have to get to the highway, somehow. We might get some help there,” reassured Aryan. Isabella gave a silent nod. Aryan looked at her. She was terribly tired. He lifted her up in his arms, and moved quickly. Suddenly his gaze fell over the two abandoned Land Cruisers. He carefully set her down. “Wait here, and keep this,” he whispered, and gave her the gun.

He then slowly and carefully moved towards the cars. There were at least three men with than, so there should be one more around, somewhere, he muttered in his thoughts. Aryan's suspicion was correct. One of Ethan's men, possibly the last one, was standing near the cars. Aryan stealthily walked towards the Land Cruisers, holding his knife. Ethan's man heard a noise of someone approaching him. He instantly turned around, and saw Aryan making his move towards him. He shot at Aryan, but Aryan hurriedly ducked. Arising again, Aryan threw the knife at Ethan's man, with full force, stabbing him in his eye. The gunshot and the injured man's groan echoed through the forest, which alerted Ethan, who immediately ran back towards the cars. Aryan, meanwhile, brutally stabbed Ethan's last man to death, and then quickly drove one of the Land Cruisers towards Isabella. “Bella, come with me.” He lifted her up in his arms, carefully placed her on the passenger seat, and sped away. Ethan came charging down, and saw Aryan eloping. He aimed at the car and fired, but missed. He then hurriedly sat inside the second Land Cruiser, and chased Aryan. Aryan swiftly drove through the forest. He glanced over his shoulder, and saw Ethan chasing him. It was now a one on one battle. He then looked at Isabella. She was extremely frightened. “Don't orry, Bella. We will get through this,” he assured, and took the gun from her. As soon as he finished his sentence, he heard the gunshots fired by Ethan. Aryan counterattacked with his gun, but all too soon, he ran out of bullets. “I won't let you escape, you lover boy,” Ethan sniggered. He then aimed at the tyre of Aryan's car, and fired. The tyre burst instantly, and Aryan lost his control over the Land Cruiser. Isabella screamed in  panic, while Aryan tried to control the car, but ended up colliding head on with a giant tree. Aryan instantly looked at Isabella. She seemed all right, yet her eyes were full of tears of helplessness. They both then glanced over their shoulders, and saw Ethan's car approaching them. It was the end o their escape. Ethan knew he had won the battle. He stopped his car at some distance and alighted like a triumphant king, holding his gun. Isabella and Aryan were helpless. They kept looking at each other, as if it was their last moment together. Aryan rested his hand over Isabella's cheek. He wanted to look  at her one more time. He then opened the door of his car and stepped out. “Finally I've got this golden opportunity to meet you, Mr. Aryan,” said Ethan, smiling sarcastically. “But, I feel so sad for you.” Isabella came out of the car too, and stood next to Aryan, clutching his arm. Ethan looked at Isabella with anger and hatred. “Damn you!” he barked, aiming his gun at her. “Ethan!” Aryan diverted his attention towards himself. “What do you want from us? We are married. We love each other.” “DAMN YOUR LOVE!” Ethan thundered, pointing his gun at them. “I love Isabella too. But she betrayed me!”

“She didn't,” snapped Aryan. “She never loved you, Ethan. And, your love is not love. It is lust. You can forcefully take Isabella along with you, but you will never be able to make her love you, truly. So, what is the use?” he argued, as he made one last attempt to make Ethan understand. “You can't force anyone to love you, Ethan,” added Aryan. Ethan pulled down his gun, and ran a hand through his hair. Aryan's words made him think, maybe! “I think, you're right, Aryan,” he said, in a calm voice. “I love Isabella. But, I can't force her  to love me.” “Yes, Ethan. That is what I'm saying to you. You will find your Isabella too, who will love you,” replied Aryan, convincingly. Isabella and Aryan began to relax a little, noticing Ethan attempting to understand. “Yeah, Aryan, maybe you are right,” murmured Ethan. He turned around and began to walk, towards his car. Isabella and Aryan took a huge sigh of relief, and hugged each other. They saw Ethan moving away, still wondering how he agreed so easily. “BUT I CANNOT LET ISABELLA BE YOURS EITHER!” Ethan roared, as he turned around again, his eyes burning at the sight of Isabella and Aryan hugging each other. Isabella saw Ethan lifting his gun once more. She quickly pushed Aryan aside, as Ethan aimed at them, and fired! Isabella then felt a strong impact on her chest, near her heart, which threw her on the ground. Startled, Aryan heard the gun go off, and saw Isabella fall, whimpering. “Bellaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…” Aryan's agonising scream echoed in the forest. Ethan stood stunned, seeing that he had hit his own possession, Isabella. Aryan immediately took the knife out of his jacket, and threw it at Ethan, ferociously. Ethan had no time to react. The knife stabbed him deep in his right shoulder, and he screamed in pain. “Damn you, bastard!” he thundered, and then shot at Aryan, who instantly swayed, evading the gunshot. Ethan then pulled the knife out from his wound, and threw it away. Aryan, meanwhile, hurriedly  picked up a palm-sized stone and threw at Ethan, hitting him straight on his face, breaking his nose. The gun instantly fell from Ethan's hand, and he started bleeding profusely from his wounds. Aryan filled with uncontrollable anger and indescribable revenge, ran hard towards Ethan, and pinned him down on the floor. He then punched Ethan's broken nose repeatedly, clutching his neck with other  hand. Ethan's face turned bloody red. His shoulder was bleeding badly too. “Please... Aryan... forgive me,” he begged, groaning in-between. “I won't,” glared Aryan, and brutally punched Ethan's face again. Aryan then picked up Ethan's gun, and placed its muzzle in-between evil man's shocked eyes! Ethan now knew it was the end of his sins.

“I won't,” Aryan repeated, and pressed the trigger, not caring about the splattered bloody mess. Ethan died instantly. Aryan immediately looked back at Isabella. She was lying on the ground, blood flowing  profusely out of her wound. She was moaning in pain. “Bellaaaaa!” Aryan, worried, swiftly ran towards her. He took her in his arms, and looked into her eyes. The whites of her eyes had turned red, and her face grew pale. He placed his hand over her  ound, and then looked at his hand. It was all red! He burst into painful tears. “Oh, Bella… what have you done? You sacrificed again for me!” He hurriedly arose, and lifted Isabella in his arms. “Don't worry, Hun. You will be fine. I'll take you to the hospital,” he assured, as he rushed towards the car, holding her in his arms, frantically thinking he must get her to a hospital quickly. “No, honey… It's no use. We don't have time now,” Isabella replied, taking deep breaths. She as gasping for air and shutting her eyes in between due to extreme pain. “Please put me down, honey,” she requested, her words filled with pain and helplessness. “Baby, why? Let's go to the hospital. You are bleeding! Don't do this to me, Bella… Please…” Aryan cried. “Oh, someone HELP ME!” His painful shout echoed in the lonely forest. All he could hear in reply was the chirping of birds and Isabella's helpless groans. “Don't leave me, Hun,” he cried, hugging Isabella across his chest. Isabella was slowly losing her battle of life. She was running short of breath. Aryan carefully  put her down, and then hurriedly checked his pockets, looking for his phone. It was not there. He was helpless, all alone in a dense forest! “Aryan… Hubby… Hug me in your arms,” Isabella murmured, closing her eyes, as she tried to smile at her husband to comfort him from his fear and pain. Aryan wrapped her in his arms, and wept profusely, helplessly. “Bella… please… Don't close your eyes. You will be fine, trust me!” “I trust you, honey... and I... I know you did all you could,” Isabella said, tracing his cheeks ith her blood-stained fingers. Aryan clutched her hand, and kissed it. “Don't leave me please, Bella… mat jao na please…” he pleaded, as he kept crying uncontrollably. A few words uttered by Aryan in Hindi, reminded Isabella of something. “I… I… forgot... to tell you one thing, love. I… I learnt a bit of Hindi when… when you were away from me. Thought to surprise you if… in case we met up again,” she said, shutting her eyes in-between. A smile touched Isabella's parched lips, while tears streamed down Aryan's face. Isabella then spoke in Hindi, “Maine… maine… tumhare siva kisi ko nahi chaha… dil se…  sachi…”

“I… I… loved you only… Aryan… from my heart. Did I… I say it… correctly?” she asked, losing her breath, still a smile on her face. Aryan nodded, and kept crying. He pulled her closer, and kissed his dying wife. Everything flashed in front of Isabella's eyes. The first day when Aryan gave her the lift, the day he waited so many hours to return her bracelet, the 'thank you' coffee date, the dance in the rain, the first time they made love, the wedding, and then, the birth of their daughter Angel. A smile spread over her face, as she reminisced the most beautiful days of her life. “I… I'm so glad… you came back into my life, the happiness we had... I die in your arms… content! My shooting star wish… fulfilled,” Isabella expressed, placing her cold, trembling hand on his cheek. “Don't say this please, Bella,” cried Aryan, clutching her hand. “How will I live without you… tell me…how will I?” Tears from Aryan's eyes fell over Isabella's face. “Don't cry… honey…” Isabella gasped for air, and her throat dried. She felt that her chest  begin to constrict, then numbness followed. Aryan pulled her closer in his hug, and kept crying agonisingly. “Kiss me… one last time… hubby,” Isabella's words came out as a whisper, her hazel eyes, now barely open. “No… there is no last time. We have to see Angel grow!” cried Aryan, and then kissed her lips ith tear-filled eyes, and a heart wrenched with excruciating pain. “Hamaari… beti… Angel,” uttered Isabella in Hindi, as she thought of their daughter.

“Angel is fine, Bella. Please don't speak. Let's get you to the hospital!” Aryan took her in his arms, and arose again. His legs shook, but he did not take his eyes off her. “No, no… let me… speak. I learnt a little bit of Hindi with so much difficulty,” Isabella insisted. She had a perfect 'Isabella' smile, even in pain. “Main… tumse pyaar…” Isabella whispered the Hindi words that came from her heart for the

man she loved so much, her voice gently fading, and then silence followed. Her eyes remained open, looking at Aryan, as if even in death, she refused to stop looking up at the man, whom she loved with all her heart and soul. Aryan noticed the sudden stillness of his wife. A cold tremor of fear poured over him. “Bella! Bella!” He shouted in desperation and pain. He touched her cheeks. She did not speak. “Bella… Te amo! Te amo, Bella… Answer me please!” he screamed, but his screams echoed, emptily, through the forest. He desperately shook her body. “Te amo, Bella… Please reply to me,  baby… Don't leave me alone, wifey!” he wailed painfully. “Come back… Bella, please… come  back... for me!” “Don't leave me now, not this way, my love… please, wifey, come back for our love…come  back for Angel!”

“Baby, Te amo…” “Te amo...” Aryan kept screaming, wailing and crying, hoping that Isabella would answer, but she did not. He hugged her serene, lifeless body across his chest and kept crying copiously. Then he gently laid her on the leaves-laden carpet of the forest. He arose, raising both hands to his hair as he grasped handfuls of it and shouted in pain and agony. “Bellaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” He felt as if his nerves, brain and heart were bursting. He went down on his knees again and cried. “Why did you leave me, Bella? Oh, God! Please… I beg you… bring her back… one more time for me, please...” As he cried, his gaze fell over his knife, a few feet away, and a cold expression appeared over  his face. “Live together… Die together, Bella,” he muttered, picking up the knife. He kissed Isabella's lips, and then carefully placed her head on his lap. With gentle fingers, he closed her beautiful, hazel eyes. He then held the knife in both hands, its sharp point nestling over his now cold and dead heart. He looked at Isabella, one last time and then looked towards the sky. Closing his eyes, he saw Isabella's image in front of him, and felt her words, “Don't do it, honey. Cowards commit suicides. And you, my love, are not a coward. Our Angel needs you. I shall always be with you both. I'll always love you.” Aryan burst into a heart-wrenching yell. He cried, and then threw the knife away. He hugged his wife's body, and cried for their lost love. He cried, and cried a lot. Suddenly his cries stopped; his red eyes now completely dry. His pain had reached the level, here no more tears would flow. He became silent. He kept looking at Isabella's lifeless, yet  beautiful face. He was heartbroken, dejected, and totally shattered. He knew what he had lost… the love of his life, his wife, his everything.  Now there was no Isabella around him, to say those precious words… Te Amo.

AFTER 5 YEARS LONDON 23. Life Goes On

“Angel… baby, you still sleeping? Wake up, honey. It's morning!” Aryan entered the bedroom, and found his daughter, Angel, sleeping. He took a last glance at the book, 'Learning Spanish', before moving towards her. “Happy Birthday… Feliz Cumpleaños,” he murmured, memorising the Spanish words. It was Angel's fifth birthday. It had been five long years since that horrible day, when Aryan lost the love of his life, his wife - Isabella. However, he never stopped loving her, and neither did he let Angel feel her mother's absence. Almost everyone encouraged him often to marry again, but he never agreed. He knew he will always love Isabella, and may not do justice to any new relationship in his life. Moreover, he was also not sure if a new relationship would be beneficial for Angel or not. For Angel, Aryan was her father as well as her mother, and he was taking care of her in the best  possible way. All these years he tried to learn the complex Spanish words, and taught them to Angel as she grew up. He often saw Isabella in Angel, and wanted to inculcate traits of truth, love, respect and sacrifice in his daughter. Angel was everything for him - his reason to be happy, his reason for  living, and his reason for survival. Aryan slowly moved towards the bed, and sat beside his daughter. Angel was still sleeping. For a moment, he just sat there, looking at her. A smile touched his lips, as he lovingly stroked her  forehead and kissed her cheeks. The warm love of her daddy, woke up little Angel. “Daddy, Buenos días,” Angel wished Aryan a very good morning, her voice sleepy, yet sweet. She stretched her arms, and wrapped them around her father. Angel's sweet smile was similar to Isabella's. “Buenos días, mi sweetheart,” replied Aryan, and kissed her cheek again. “Feliz… Cum… Cumple…” he stuttered, trying to wish her a happy birthday in Spanish. “Oh, God! My memory!” he muttered, failing yet again to recollect the Spanish words. He picked up the book, and hurriedly searched for the correct words. Angel looked at her perplexed father, with a smile on her face. “Feliz Cumpleaños,” she said, telling him the correct Spanish words, and then giggled cutely, cupping her mouth with her innocent little hand. Aryan looked at Angel, smiled, and closed the book. “Happy Birthday, dear,” he wished her,

running a loving hand over his daughter's cheek. “I wish you all the happiness of this world. I always find it tough to remember these Spanish words. But, I guess, you know what I mean anyway,” he added, and then kissed her forehead. Angel sat on the bed, and hugged her father. “Gracias, Daddy. But it is all because of you. You learn Spanish from this book, and teach me. That's how I learn,” she sweetly replied. “But I never remembered what I taught you, because I always crammed them,” Aryan smiled, cupping her shoulders. “But you learn them pretty fast. Maybe you picked it up from…” he added, and then paused. The smile suddenly disappeared from his face. Angel, though still young, immediately understood why her daddy's smile faded away. “Daddy,” she said, wrapping her arms more tightly around her father. “Don't get upset. Mummy is always with us.” The warm and loving hug from his daughter revived Aryan. “Yeah, honey, mummy is always ith us,” he said, his tone still low, as he lovingly stroked her hair, while looking at Isabella's photo kept at the bedside table. Aryan quickly gathered his composure. He did not want to be upset that day. It was Angel's  birthday, a happy occasion, and he had invited all his near and dear ones for a big birthday party. “C'mon, baby. Get ready!” he exclaimed, cuddling Angel. “The guests will be coming soon. Your  grandparents are about to arrive as well. C'mon it's your birthday. Let's Party!” Aryan switched on the music player, picked Angel in his arms, and started dancing. It was a  beautiful moment shared by a father and his daughter. “Yayyy! It's my birthday!” Angel exclaimed merrily, stretching her arms in the air. “I'll get lots of gifts today! Where is my gift, Daddy?” Aryan smiled, and kissed her cheek. “It's a surprise, dear.” The doorbell chimed, disrupting their dance. “Sweetie, you get ready,” said Aryan, putting Angel down. “I guess, the guests have arrived... and don't forget to wear your new birthday dress.” “Okay, Daddy,” Angel exclaimed excitedly, as she quickly ran towards the washroom. Aryan brought down the volume of the music playing. He then rushed to open the main door and saw Isabella's parents (Valen and Catherine) and Santina standing at the door, holding many gifts. “Hey, so good to see you all... come in, please,” Aryan smiled broadly. “Hello, Son. How are you?” asked Valen. “Can't hug you, my hands are a little occupied, as you can see,” he added, with his usual laughter, directing his eyes towards the gifts he was holding. “Oh, Dad, there was absolutely no need for so many gifts,” said Aryan, welcoming everyone. “Aryan, these gifts are not for you,” said Santina, placing the gifts on the table. “These are for  our Angel.” “Thank you so much. I'm so happy to see you all,” expressed Aryan, looking at everyone. “And,

Santina,” he added, turning towards her, “you look absolutely fantastic after your marriage. I hope Vivek is not troubling you too much.” Santina giggled. “Not at all... Vivek is an AMAZING husband!” “I'm sure, he is. After all, he is my friend,” replied Aryan, and smiled. “Yeah,” Santina laughed. “By the way, you still have to tell me, how and when you both cooked up your love story,” said Aryan. “Sure. I'll tell you everything, with details,” Santina winked, and then laughed again. “I'm sorry, Vivek couldn't come. He didn't get any leaves,” she said, apologetically. “It's okay, Santina. I know him, and his software industry. He keeps whining about his manager  all the time,” replied Aryan. “Anyways, you are here... so I've no complaints.” Santina smiled. Aryan then looked at Valen and Catherine. “Dad, Mom, please, relax for now. Let me bring something to eat and drink.” “Where is our birthday girl?” asked Valen, looking all around. “She just awoke… getting ready now,” answered Aryan. “She was eagerly waiting for all o you.” Catherine smiled. “I'm sure she was. She will be getting lots of gifts today.” They all settled in the living room, beautifully decorated with colourful birthday balloons and ribbons. The doorbell chimed again. Aryan rushed to open the door, and found Kaka standing there along with a beautiful young woman, somewhere in her mid-twenties. “Hey, Kaka!” exclaimed Aryan, delightfully. “I'm so glad you made it. I know you are not doing ell and...” “Oh c'mon, Aryan. It's Angel's birthday. How can I miss this?” Kaka interrupted Aryan in  between, and then hugged him. “I would like you to meet my niece… Ambica,” he added, placing his arm around the young woman standing beside him. “Your niece?” asked Aryan, surprised. “But she was in India!” “So? Can't someone, living in India, come to England?” Kaka laughed. “She arrived today morning itself.” Aryan exchanged glances with Ambica. She was a fairly tall, young Indian woman, with long  black hair, beautiful dark brown eyes, a curvaceous body and a lovely smile with sweet dimples. She had an appealing beauty, which could attract any male heart in this world. Ambica smiled beautifully at Aryan.

“Hello, Ambica. It's so nice to meet you,” greeted Aryan, extending his hand. “I'm Aryan.” “Nice to meet you, too,” replied Ambica, shaking hands with Aryan. “Kaka Uncle has told me so much about you,” she added, maintaining her smile. “Oh, has he?!” asked Aryan, drawing his glance towards Kaka. “I hope he has said only good things about me.” Ambica giggled. “Yes, he did.” Aryan smiled. “Please come in. Feel at home,” he said, welcoming them. Kaka and Ambica then met Valen, Catherine and Santina, and exchanged warm greetings. Valen, in particular, was very pleased to see Ambica, and he felt, that she could be the girl for Aryan. Finally when all the guests, including Angel's friends, had arrived, the birthday party started. Everyone wished Angel, blessed her and gave her birthday gifts. Angel was very happy. Aryan was happy, too, taking care of all the guests. However, deep within, he was missing Isabella, like every other day. Never for the last five years, had there been a day when he did not miss her. But he had to move on, for his daughter. Isabella's parents always considered Aryan as their own son. They were shattered with the news of Isabella's death, but they did not wish their 'son' to live his life alone. The thought of Aryan remarrying occurred to Valen again, when he saw Ambica, and he decided to have a word with Kaka. He grabbed two glasses of scotch and moved towards Kaka. “Hey, Kaka,” said Valen, offering him the glass of scotch. “Thank you,” replied Kaka, taking the glass from Valen, and then swivelled his gaze towards Ambica, who was playing with Angel. Valen, too, looked at Ambica and Angel. “They seem to like each other already,” he said. “Yeah,” agreed Kaka. “A wonder, as they have just met,” he added, and then took a few sips o scotch. “What have you thought about Ambica's marriage?” asked Valen, his eyes still focussed at Ambica. Kaka instantly looked at Valen, surprised. He then returned his gaze towards Ambica, who was  playfully running after Angel. He gave a serious thought to Valen's question, and replied, “What can I say? It depends on Ambica's parents. And most importantly, it depends on Ambica herself.” Valen finished the remaining scotch in one gulp, and placed the empty glass on the table. He then lit his cigar and leaned back on the sofa, shifting his one leg over another. “Kaka, I prefer coming to the point. Aryan is like my son. And he is like a son for you, too. Therefore, I feel confident enough to ask you. Do you think Ambica's parents will consider Aryan as their son-in-law, if he decides to ask for their daughter's hand in marriage?” asked Valen, eloquently. Kaka's eyebrows instantly rose in surprise. He thought for a long moment and then looked at Ambica, who was holding Angel's hand and talking to Aryan. “I don't know,” he sighed. “Who will

explain to Aryan? I'm not sure about Ambica either, or her parents. Aryan is a real gentleman, an honest person, perfect for my niece. I too want him to get settled again; and what better choice than my own niece. But the decision lies with Ambica… and most importantly, Aryan,” he answered. Valen and Kaka kept looking at Aryan and Ambica, who were standing at some distance, and talking to each other. “They look good together. Don't they?” Valen asked Kaka, his eyes still focussed at Aryan and Ambica. Kaka nodded. “Okay, I'll talk to Ambica. You talk to Aryan,” he said, looking at Valen. “Done,” replied Valen. Meanwhile, Aryan was talking to Ambica, who was now holding Angel in her arms. “Your Kaka Uncle helped me a lot, when I first came to London,” said Aryan. “Yeah, he has told me a lot about you,” Ambica smiled. Aryan smiled. He then took Angel from Ambica, and gently set her on the floor. “Go, honey, go to grandma… she's calling you.” Angel immediately ran towards Catherine. Aryan then looked at Ambica. She was looking at Angel, with a sweet smile on her face. “You already seem to be friends with Angel,” said Aryan. “Yes, she is such a sweetheart,” replied Ambica, and smiled again. “Aryan…” she continued, reluctantly. “Uncle told me about you… everything, I mean… I'm so sorry about Isabella, and I really admire the way you have managed everything alone. Angel looks so happy, and she is,” she said,  placing her comforting hand over Aryan's arm. Aryan silently nodded, and smiled. “Daddy!” Angel called, as she came running towards Aryan. Ambica quickly released her hand upon Aryan's arm, and he picked up Angel in his arms. “What happened, sweetie?” “Where is my gift, Daddy?” Angel asked in her cute voice. Ambica looked at the fatherdaughter duo, and smiled. “Okay, you wait here, sweetie, with Ambica aunty. I'll bring your gift,” replied Aryan, as he handed Angel over to Ambica and quickly went to another room. “What's daddy going to bring?” Angel asked Ambica, sweetly. “I'm not sure, baby. But it will definitely be something that you will love,” replied Ambica, and kissed Angel's cheek. Aryan came back with a gift, beautifully wrapped in a pink glace paper. “This is for you, honey,” he said, giving it to Angel.

A broad smile spread over Angel's face. “What's this, Daddy?” she asked, excitedly. Aryan smiled. “Open it, sweetie.” Angel eagerly removed the gift's packing. Ambica helped her with the unwrapping too. “This is a book, Daddy,” said Angel, disappointingly, after unwrapping. Sadness spread over  her face. Like any other child, she too expected a big and exciting birthday gift from her father. Ambica took the book from Angel. “Te Amo… I Love You – a love story by Aryan Sehgal,” she murmured, reading the title of the book. She immediately looked at Aryan. “You wrote it?” she asked, surprised. Aryan nodded, and smiled. Angel looked at Aryan and Ambica, clueless. Aryan then took the  book from Ambica, went down on his knees and gave it to Angel. “Sweetie, this is the story of your  mummy and daddy. I know you are too young to read this, but you will definitely grow up and will ant to read it one day. This book has everything you wanted to know about your mummy.” A tear  sparkled in Aryan's eyes, though he tried to hide it. Angel hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Daddy,” she said, and kept hugging her father. Aryan picked Angel in his arms, and stood up. He then looked at Ambica and smiled, without saying a word. “This is the best gift I could ever imagine,” said Ambica. “Lucky is the girl whom you will love, Aryan,” she expressed, her tone filled with love and sentiments. Aryan smiled. “Thanks.” Ambica smiled too, and kept looking at him, wondering if someone like him could ever love her. Aryan noticed emotions of love and care in Ambica's eyes. He felt, as if she was getting attracted towards him. Therefore, he immediately thought to change the topic. “So, what brings you to London?” he asked. Aryan's abrupt question instantly brought Ambica back from her thoughts. “My Doctorate,” she replied. “I graduated and did my masters from India, now I'll be doing Doctorate from here.” “God! That's plenty of study,” said Aryan, surprised. Ambica smiled. “Uncle told me that your dance academy, Vivaz, is a big name in London. Almost everyone knows about it.” “Thanks. You like dancing?” asked Aryan, still holding Angel in his arms. “A lot,” Ambica replied. “Can you please teach me ballroom dancing?” she asked, excitedly. “Fill-up the enrolment form, submit the fees and join the classes! No, I'm just kidding… I definitely will,” replied Aryan, humorously. Aryan's witty sense of humour surprised Ambica, and she laughed cheerfully. They were

getting to know each other and sharing a good rapport. “I'll get back to you, Ambica. Feel at home, please,” said Aryan and began to move away but stopped, a smile still lingering on his face. Something made him turn back. Ambica was still looking at him. “It's nice meeting you, Ambica. And you have a beautiful name,” said Aryan, extending his hand for a handshake. Ambica smiled. She loved that little appreciation. Her heart blushed happily. “Thanks, Aryan.  Nice meeting you, too,” she replied sweetly, and they shook hands with each other. His grip was firm, she felt, yet gentle and warm. Aryan then went to attend the other guests at the party. *** The party ran until late evening. Most of the guests had already left by that time. “Let's leave, Ambi,” Kaka called out, as he began to leave. Ambica was looking sad somehow. She did not want to leave. Something was holding her deep ithin. “Okay, Uncle,” she replied softly, and began to walk with heavy feet. Kaka moved towards Aryan, and hugged him. “We will leave now, Aryan. Had a great time.” “Thank you so much for coming, Kaka,” replied Aryan, “and thanks for introducing us to your  lovely niece,” he added, glancing at Ambica, who smiled beautifully. Kaka smiled, then moved ahead, and bid goodbye to Valen and Catherine. Ambica, meanwhile, stayed with Aryan and Angel, though they did not say anything to each other. “Let's go, Ambi,” Kaka called her again, and began walking towards his car. Ambica moved closer towards Aryan, who was holding Angel in his arms. She looked at Aryan, and then kissed Angel on her cheek. “See you, Aryan,” she said sweetly, extending her hand for a handshake. “See you, too.”Aryan smiled, while shaking hands with her. Valen and Kaka looked at them, and shared a smile. They knew something was definitely  brewing between Ambica and Aryan. Ambica started to walk reluctantly towards Kaka's car. Her steps were slow. She was ondering what had happened to her, and why she did not want to leave. Her mind and heart felt  bungled with mixed emotions and thoughts. She was happy to meet Aryan, but was sad to leave him. Oh, I can't leave like this. Will I meet him again? What should I do? All these questions clouded in her thoughts, as she slowly made her way towards the car. Suddenly, she stopped, turned around, and went up to Aryan, taking quick steps. “Can you  please teach me Spanish, like you are teaching Angel?” asked Ambica, her eyes looking expectantly

at Aryan. She thought this could be the one possible way of meeting Aryan more often. The nervousness within her, made her forgot that he had already agreed to teach dance to her. Aryan gave a surprised reaction, whereas Angel giggled, cupping her mouth with her little hand. “Daddy doesn't know Spanish. I can teach you,” she replied, mischievously. The nervousness grew much more within Ambica, but she forced a smile. “Angel is right, Ambica,” said Aryan. “I don't know much of it. Trust me.” “No problem. Teach me as much as you know,” insisted Ambica. Her intoxicating eyes were looking directly into Aryan's. “Oh, Ambica, I mean,” uttered Aryan, glancing at Valen, who naughtily gestured him to say a 'yes'. “Please…” Ambica requested, joining her hands. Aryan looked at her for a moment. Her big, beautiful eyes were looking at him, with an expectation to see his lips utter a 'yes'. Her soft, innocent hands joined in a sincere request. Only the  biggest idiot in this world could say no in such a situation. “Okay. Okay, I will,” Aryan agreed, and smiled. “Thank you so much! See you soon,” Ambica replied excitedly, and a broad smile spread over  her face. She turned back happily, went towards Kaka and sat in the car. Ambica and Kaka then bid everyone a goodbye, and drove away. “You and Angel got along very well,” said Kaka, glancing at Ambica, trying to initiate some conversation, with an intention of asking her about Aryan. “Yes, she is really sweet,” replied Ambica, as she played with a strand of hair falling over her  cheek. A smile, with dimples, was still lingering on her face. She was thinking about Aryan. She was getting attracted towards him… slowly, but surely. Kaka glanced at her, and noticed her smile. A smile spread over his face as well. He knew hat was going through his niece's heart. Still, he needed a confirmation. “What about Aryan?” he quizzed, taking a chance to extract her feelings. Ambica instantly looked at Kaka, surprised. She blushed, tried to hide it, but could not. “Oh, Ambi, come on! Don't feel shy. I'm your uncle. You can tell me anything,” Kaka insisted,  patting his niece's hand. Ambica felt nervous butterflies in her stomach. She smiled demurely, and avoided eye contact ith Kaka. “No, Uncle. Nothing like that,” she replied nonchalantly, trying to be discreet, though her  cheeks turned pink. “Oh, that means you didn't like Aryan?” Kaka's tone dropped in disappointment. “When did I say that?” asked Ambica, promptly.

“That means you like him,” Kaka smiled. Ambica blushed again. “Oh, Uncle... I don't know. But there is something that has trickled in my heart for him. It may be a mere attraction,” she explained. “Or, it can be love at first sight,” said Kaka. Ambica blushed again, and then turned her face towards the scenery outside the window. Kaka smiled. He knew that he got his answer. Now he had to wait for Valen's response. *** Aryan was cleaning the kitchen when Valen walked in. “You need help, Son?” he asked. Aryan looked at Valen, and smiled. “No. But thanks, Dad,” he replied, and again got busy in ashing the utensils. “Don't you think you need someone to help you out in this?” asked Valen, his gaze fixed at Aryan, and his tone serious. Aryan knew what was coming. “I don't want to keep a maid, Dad. I like doing my own work,” he replied casually, diverting the topic. “I'm not talking about a maid, Aryan. I'm talking about you, and your life,” rejoined Valen, concerned. Aryan tried to ignore, and walked out of the kitchen to pick some more used utensils from the living room. Valen moved ahead and stopped him. “Wait, Aryan, we need to talk.” Catherine and Santina came out of the bedroom on hearing raised voices. Aryan looked at Valen with uninterested eyes. “Dad, please don't start this again,” he cried. “Aryan, listen to me,” said Valen, calmly. “You call me your dad. You are my son. I want you to  be happy,” he added, resting his hand over Aryan's shoulder. “I'm happy, Dad,” replied Aryan, feeling exasperated. “I'm happy in my life. I have Angel... I have all of you. I don't need anyone else. Trust me!” he explained, looking at Catherine and Santina. “Oh c'mon, Aryan,” cried Valen, frustrated over Aryan's stubbornness. “You have all of us! But how long will we live? What will you do once we are not there and Angel is married? Everyone needs a partner, Son.” “I don't need one,” snapped Aryan, turning his back towards Valen. “I love Isabella, and I'll love her till the end of my life!” Valen clutched Aryan's arm and turned him around again, to face him. “What do you think, Aryan? Only you love Isabella? We don't?” Valen's tone grew louder. “Valen, please,” interrupted Catherine. “Don't shout. It's not good for your health,” she requested, calming down her husband.

“I'm not shouting, Catherine,” replied Valen. “He is my son. I want him to be happy, and no one is happy alone!” “Aryan…” continued Valen, returning his gaze towards him. “I know this is your own life, and maybe I've no right to force you. But if you see from a father's eyes, you will understand what I want to say. I'm not asking you to betray Isabella. By marrying someone else, you are not betraying Isabella! I can bet, Isabella's soul will be more than happy to see you getting settled again. And, what about Angel? She needs a mother.” Valen then sat down on the sofa, his head buried in his hands. Aryan looked at Isabella's photo, kept at the corner table. Catherine moved towards Aryan, and rested a motherly hand over his shoulder. Aryan turned around with tears in his eyes. “Aryan, don't take us wrong,” said Catherine. “But, we just want your and Angel's happiness.” Santina also moved closer, and said, “Isbie was my friend, Aryan, and will remain my friend forever. No one can replace her, I know. But life has to move on. You have your entire life in front o you… and Angel is just a few years old… she needs a mother.” Aryan wiped his tears, and then looked at Valen. He walked towards him, went down on his knees, and said, “Dad, don't be upset, please. I'm not ready for all this, but I'll think about it. Give me some time,” he requested, softly. Valen looked at Aryan, and smiled. “You have all the time, Son.” “But, Dad, I'll not be able to give Isabella's place to anyone,” said Aryan. “How can a girl be able to adjust with me? Will she understand me? Will she accept my daughter… and love her as I do? Where will you find a girl who will accept me as I am?” Aryan looked at Valen with so many questions in his eyes. Valen rested his hand on Aryan's shoulder, and replied, “Ambica.” “Ambica?!” exclaimed Aryan. “Are you joking?” He stood up, and looked at Valen with amazed eyes. “No, I'm not joking,” replied Valen. “C'mon, Dad... Ambica has her whole future in front of her. She can get anyone better than me, and most importantly, we have such an age difference,” explained Aryan. “How can you even think  about her name? I hope you have not talked to her already, or have you?” “No,” replied Valen, arising from the sofa. “I haven't. But I have already shared my thoughts ith Kaka, and he will talk to Ambica.” “Oh, be practical, Dad,” cried Aryan, feeling exasperated. “How can you even think that a girl like her will agree to marry a widower like me, with a kid?” “Son, I guess you failed to see what we all saw,” Valen smiled. “She likes you already, and I can bet on this!” He then looked at Catherine and Santina. “Am I right?”

Both Catherine and Santina nodded, to show their support to Valen. “See, even they feel the same,” said Valen, looking back at Aryan. “Moreover, Ambica was so friendly with Angel, we all saw that,” said Santina. “She is an amazing girl.” “Oh please, Santina. Be practical!” retorted Aryan. “Being friendly for an hour is different, but living a life is altogether different.” Valen clutched Aryan's arm, and turned him around to face him. “In your own language… cut the crap, Son. Do you like Ambica?” demanded Valen. “What kind of question is this?” asked Aryan, annoyed. “It's a very simple question. Do you like Ambica, or not?” Valen asked again. “No, not in that way,” Aryan shook his head. “I mean she is sweet, good looking, and friendly of course… But I don't feel anything for her.” “You will start feeling for her, Son.” Valen smiled, and lovingly patted Aryan's cheek. “Please give me some time, Dad. Don't force me. I'm wondering what Ambica will be thinking about me,” replied Aryan, and then went inside his bedroom. It was a difficult decision for Aryan, a decision that could change his and his daughter's future. He sat down on the bed, and looked at Isabella's photo in search of answers. He remembered the last moments he spent with Isabella and tears rolled down his eyes. Angel came towards him, and clutched his pants. Aryan wiped his tears, and picked her up in his arms. “What happened, Daddy?” asked Angel, on seeing tears in her father's eyes. Aryan smiled. “Nothing, sweetie... just missing your mummy.” “Daddy, don't be upset. I'm with you.” Angel hugged her father. Yeah, sweetie! I know you are with me. Your happiness means everything to me. That's why this decision is so important and tough for me , murmured Aryan in his thoughts. Sleep eluded him,

and he kept thinking all night. Ambica was having a sleepless night, too. Aryan's thoughts engulfed her mind and heart. It was an initial spark within her, ignited by the first meeting. She was not sure if it was just an infatuation or  love. However, she knew if it was not love yet, it surely would develop, gradually. There was something special in Aryan, which attracted her. His vibes, his manners, his behaviour, and his attitude to love unconditionally, were taking her heart away. She was unsure what the future of their  relationship was, or there was anything called a relationship between the two of them. She was also not sure if Aryan would give her Isabella's place. Keeping all her worries aside, she decided to give time to their relationship. Let the friendship grow, and if they were destined to be together, then love ould surely develop. One thing she knew that she might never be Isabella for Aryan. However, she as confident that she could create an exclusive place for herself, in his heart - a place for Ambica,

hich nobody else could take.

24. Love Blossoms... Again  fter two months…

“You are now perfect at ballroom dancing,” appreciated Aryan, looking into Ambica's eyes, as they practiced some dance moves at Vivaz. “Gracias.” Ambica smiled beautifully. “Oh, yes! You have picked up some Spanish words, too,” Aryan smiled. He held her hand, and she took two spins before he pulled her back into a ballroom dance posture, and continued dancing. “This is all your effort,” Ambica sweetly replied. A romantic instrumental music comprising saxophone, violin and piano was reverberating in the practice hall. Ambica and Aryan were dancing slowly and elegantly, holding each other's hands, and there was no one around to disturb them. “So,” said Aryan, reluctantly, and then faltered. He felt uneasiness within him, and forced a smile to hide his words. “What? Tell me?” asked Ambica, sensing something was bothering him. They stopped dancing, but kept holding each other in the ballroom dance pose. “Nothing, I mean,” replied Aryan, shaking his head. He looked down for a moment, and then looked at Ambica again. She was looking directly at him, awaiting his reply. “I mean… since you have learnt the dance, so now you may not be meeting me regularly,” he said, failing to hide his sadness with a fake smile. Ambica smiled, her dimples twinkled. “Aryan, we're friends, right?” Only friends? Aryan wondered in his thoughts, though he quietly nodded in reply.

Ambica kept looking at him.  I wish I could tell you how much I feel for you, Aryan. You are more than a friend for me. But, I don't know how you will react. I don't want to lose this friendship, she murmured in her thoughts, and held his hand more tightly. Aryan's one arm was still around her waist, while the other was holding her soft hand. They kept looking at each other, as if time had stopped for them. It was raining heavily outside, and dark  clouds were covering the London city. A sudden, loud lightning thunderbolt brought them back to their  senses. “It's raining,” said Aryan, quickly releasing her. “Let me drop you home.” He wore his leather  acket and picked up his car keys from the table. Ambica gave a feeble nod. She did not want to leave. She wanted to stay with him. She reluctantly wore her jacket, and they both walked out of Vivaz, without sharing a word. Aryan could

feel a huge conflict between his mind and heart. His mind was reminding him of the rules he had set for himself – the rule that he would never fall in love again, would never marry again. But his heart as urging him to do only one thing – break all the rules! Aryan drove Ambica back to her house, but still no one spoke. Both wanted to convey their  strong feelings for each other, but were unable to find the courage to do so. By the time they reached Ambica's house, the sky had turned completely grey, and it was still raining heavily. Aryan parked his car at the roadside, and looked at Ambica. He smiled, without saying a word. She smiled too. Aryan anted to say many things to her, wanted to tell her that she was now more than a friend for him. But, he was not sure if she, being a beautiful, young maiden, would ever accept his proposal. Without saying a single word, locking all those thoughts in his heart, he just kept gazing into her eyes. “Thank you, Aryan.” Ambica broke the silence, gently resting her adoring hand over his cheek. “For everything,” she added, her tone soft, loving, yet entrenched with sadness. She wanted to say more, but just could not. She quickly stepped out of the car, and ran towards the main gate of her  house. Aryan rolled down the window, and kept looking at her. Suddenly she stopped a few feet  before the gate, and turned around. Heavy rain was pouring down and making her wet, from head to toe. She was breathing heavily as she kept looking at him. Aryan then came out of his car, stood there for a long moment and kept looking at Ambica. His mind had stopped working. He was following his heart. As the pouring rain drenched him, he began alking towards her, slowly. Ambica's heart was thudding hard, her hair was wet and her body was completely soaked in rain. They both kept looking at each other, as Aryan slowly approached Ambica, and finally stopped a few inches away from her. He looked into her tantalising eyes, water  droplets dripping down from her lush eyelashes, her flawless cheeks, marked with cute dimples, and her rain- soaked, luscious lips. The weather was definitely not the one to be in senses. Aryan inched closer, without breaking his eye contact with Ambica. No one spoke, but their  hearts were sharing a million words. He slowly raised his hand and then traced her soft, wet cheeks ith his fingertips. Ambica closed her eyes for a few moments. Her breath grew deeper. She loved his touch, his presence, and the weather. The rain kept falling down heavily as Aryan gently placed his hands around the slants of her cheeks, and brought his lips closer to hers. Her breath was warm... fragrant… divine. They kept look into each other's eyes. They were close, very close, their breaths entwining, their lips teasing, yet no one kissing, as if each was waiting for other to make the final move. And then, Aryan gently placed his lips over hers. Soft… very soft… her lips tasted o strawberries, probably her lip-gloss. Ambica smoothly wrapped her wet arms around his nape, and submitted herself to the man with whom she was surely falling in love. She was mesmerised. Never   before had she known such a warm, giving, yet tender kiss; a kiss that lingered; a kiss that was most  beautiful, precious and loving. After a few moments of a warm and intimate kiss, Aryan suddenly broke away. He looked at Ambica, her eyes still closed and a sweet smile on her lips. She was relishing the beautiful moment she just shared with him.

Oh God! What am I doing?! I'm not even sure if she loves me, muttered Aryan in his thoughts,

as he panicked, and stepped back. Ambica slowly opened her eyes, and looked at Aryan. A sweet smile still graced her beautiful face. But before she could say anything, Aryan blurted, “I'm sorry, Ambi. I didn't mean to…” He stepped back further, and ran a nervous hand through his hair. He quickly turned around, rushed towards his car and sped away. Ambica kept standing there, bewildered, as she watched Aryan leave, abruptly. It took her  some moments to realise what had happened. Does Aryan love me, as I love him? She asked herself, as she watched his car disappear from her sight. She closed her eyes and raised her face towards the sky, seeking answers from the rain, as she allowed the rain drops to fall over her face. However, she did not get any. She quietly went inside her house, and sat in her living room, without changing her  et clothes. She smiled, replaying their kiss a hundred times in her thoughts. She was not sure how it happened, but she loved it, immensely. While driving back to his apartment, Aryan kept thinking about Ambica, and the intimate moments he shared with her. He was not sure if what happened was right, or not, but he definitely felt a strong feeling for her, blossoming in his heart. He reached his apartment building, and swiftly  parked his car. “How are you, Son?” asked Valen, on seeing Aryan entering the house. “I'm fine,” replied Aryan, and quickly rushed to take a shower. He wanted to free himself from the thoughts of what happened between Ambica and him. “What happened to him?” Valen asked Catherine, concerned. “Not sure,” Catherine shrugged. “But he looks disturbed.” “Hmm,” said Valen. “Don't worry. I'll talk to him tomorrow morning.” Aryan kept thinking about Ambica during the hot shower. Even a nice shower did not reduce his uneasiness. Strained thoughts engulfed his mind. He knew it was the time to take a decision. He came into his bedroom, and then sat down on the bed. He picked up Isabella's photo, and kept looking at it, lovingly. “I love you, Bella. I love you so much,” he said, looking at Isabella's photograph. “I don't know if what happened tonight with Ambica was right or not… if marrying another woman is right or not… But, I'm sure that your place is intact in my heart,” he kept talking to his beloved wife's photo. He looked at Angel, sleeping next to him. He bent down and kissed her forehead. He then lay down in the  bed, and tried to sleep. The photo frame was still in his hand, clutched close to his heart. ***  Next morning, Aryan and Valen were sitting in the living room, reading newspapers and having a cup of tea. “What happened to you last night?” asked Valen, flipping a page of his newspaper.

Aryan did not reply. He folded his newspaper and kept it on the table. Valen looked at him, but he avoided eye contact and picked up a magazine. “Aryan, I'm talking to you,” said Valen, in a little louder tone. Aryan arose from the sofa, and sauntered towards the window. Valen's eyes followed him. Aryan then turned around, and looked at Valen. “Dad, I think, I like Ambica,” he said. Valen arose, and moved towards Aryan. “You think, or you do?” he asked, his tone serious. Aryan looked at Catherine, as she walked into the living room, and then looked at Valen again. “I do… like her,” he accepted. “Wow! That's great news!” exclaimed Valen, thrilled. “Did you tell her?” “No.” Aryan shook his head. “C'mon, Son, if you like someone, then you must not wait too long,” explained Valen. “But, I'm not sure if she likes me or not,” replied Aryan, dubious. “Oh, that's her problem if she doesn't,” said Valen. “But if you like her, then call her now and tell her.” He picked up Aryan's phone and gave it to him. “Now?!” asked Aryan, surprised. “No! Wait for another ten years, when she will have kids who will call you Uncle Aryan,” Valen quipped, maintaining a serious face. “Call her now!” he literally ordered. “Okay,” said Aryan, nervously shuffling through the numbers in his contact list. He took a deep  breath, and dialled Ambica's mobile number. Valen gave a thumbs-up sign to Aryan. Aryan's heart was pounding hard in nervousness. He knew what he had to say, but how, he did not know. Ambica was lying on her bed, thinking about Aryan, when her phone rang. It was Aryan's call. “Oh, God! I think he wants to talk about last night. He must be angry,” she fretted. Her heartbeat increased, as she answered his call. “Hello,” she said, softly. “Hey, Ambi, it's me,” spoke Aryan, nervously. “Hope you are not busy, I mean…” “Hi, Aryan, I'm not busy,” replied Ambica. “How are you?” she nervously bit her lower lip. “I'm fine, thanks,” replied Aryan. “See, Ambi… about last night…” he faltered. His hands  became cold as he ran his fingers in his hair. Valen raised his eyebrows, surprised on hearing Aryan talk about the previous night. Catherine and he looked at each other, and then again focussed at Aryan's conversation. “Yes, Aryan, tell me,” said Ambica, still nervous.

“I was thinking…” Aryan nervously scratched his head. Valen and Catherine gestured him to speak. “Thinking what?” asked Ambica, softly. “Are you angry about what happened last night?” “Angry? No, not at all,” replied Aryan, instantly. “You… angry?” he then asked, hesitatingly. “No,” answered Ambica. Why will I be angry? It was such a beautiful moment , she thought and blushed, remembering the sweet kiss she shared with Aryan. Ambica's positive reply made Aryan feel a little better. “I was thinking… if… if we can meet somewhere… you know, for coffee maybe,” he said, literally forcing the words out of his mouth. Ambica smiled. This was what she wanted – another meeting with Aryan, and many more. “That would be lovely. When? And where?” she asked, excitedly. Her heart was beating harder in happiness, expecting some nice words from Aryan. Valen clutched Aryan's arm, and whispered in his ears, “Leave coffee, Son. Convey your  feelings.” Ambica heard someone whispering over the phone. “What? You said something, Aryan?” “No, no… nothing,” replied Aryan, gently pushing Valen away. “You can come to Vivaz , this evening, and I'll take you along from there,” he suggested. A smile lit up Ambica's face. “Perfect,” she replied, happily. She sensed that Aryan, just like her, wanted to say something to her, but was not being able to. “Okay, Ambi. See you in the evening,” said Aryan, failing to muster enough courage to speak  out his heart. “Propose to her!” Valen whispered again, clutching Aryan's arm. “I'm doing. I'm doing!” Aryan whispered back, covering the phone with his hand. “Leave me alone, please. I'm trying,” he whispered again, looking at Valen, irritatingly. Ambica now understood what was going on. She was blushing deep within. “Sure, Aryan… I'll meet you at Vivaz . Anything else you want to say?” she asked, encouraging him to speak. “No, nothing,” answered Aryan, his mind blank. Valen stared at him, angrily. “Sure?” asked Ambica, again. She was desperately waiting for Aryan to say to her, those  beautiful words. “No… I mean… Angel really loves you,” Aryan blurted out, deeply nervous. Ambica burst out laughing, but then controlled her laughter. Aryan smiled nervously. Valen, disappointingly, patted his own forehead on hearing Aryan's reply. “I love Angel, too,” Ambica sweetly replied. “She is such a sweetheart,” she added, while

 playing with a strand of her hair. Aryan nodded nervously, and repeated her words, “Yeah, she is such a sweetheart.” His mind had stopped working. He was not sure of what he was saying or to what he was listening. “And you know what?” asked Ambica, a sweet smile on her beautiful face. “Hmm?” asked Aryan, unable to speak anything more. “I love her daddy, too. He is such a sweetheart,” expressed Ambica, and smiled. Her words came out as a clear, confident and a sensuous whisper. Aryan nodded nervously again, and repeated her words, without comprehending what she had ust said. “Yeah, her daddy is such a sweetheart too.” Ambica smiled again. “WHAT?!” exclaimed Aryan, suddenly realising what she had said. A huge smile then spread over his face. “Te amo,” said Ambica lovingly, and blushed. Her heart was beating blissfully. She was now sure that Aryan too loved her, so who expressed the feelings first, did not matter anymore. Aryan smiled, and looked at Valen and Catherine. They both were smiling too, interpreting his smile. Aryan kept looking at them, smiled, and then replied over the phone, “I love you, too.” Epilogue  fter one year and eight months… on January 1

Kaka, Valen and Catherine were sitting in the hospital, looking extremely anxious. Aryan, too, as nervously pacing up and down the corridor, outside the operation theatre, holding Angel in his arms. After a long and anxious wait, the doctors finally came out, with smiling faces. “Congratulations!” said one of the doctors, looking at everyone. “Ambica has given birth to a  baby girl.” A shiver of extreme happiness rippled through Aryan's body, and a grin instantly spread over  his face. “Thank you so much, doctor,” he said, joyfully. “Is Ambi fine?” “Yes, your wife and your baby are absolutely fine,” the doctor assured. Aryan smiled, and they all then ran towards Ambica's room. Opening the door, Aryan saw her  relaxing on the hospital bed. They exchanged smiles, while Kaka, Valen and Catherine rushed towards the nurse, holding the newborn baby. “Awww… Ambi! She is so cute,” cried Kaka excitedly, as he took the baby in his own arms and kissed her. “My baby… I'm your Naanu,” he said in a babyish tone, and lovingly kissed the baby again.

Aryan looked at Kaka, and smiled. He set Angel down on the floor, who quickly rushed towards Kaka. Aryan then sat beside Ambica. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he said, holding her hand. He bent down and tenderly kissed her forehead. “You don't know how happy I am,” he expressed, with an uncontrollable smile on his face. “I know, love. And, I'm happy, too,” Ambica replied, resting her loving hand on his cheek. “WE ARE HAPPY TOO!” Kaka, Valen and Catherine merrily shouted in unison. “Today is such a fantastic day,” Valen said, excitedly, holding the baby in his arms. “Our baby has arrived on a New Year. It calls for a huge celebration!” he happily announced. Aryan smiled. He arose, cradling the baby in his own arms. “Oh, Ambi, she is so beautiful… my second daughter!” he beamed, looking at his newborn child. He lovingly touched her soft, pink  cheeks and kissed her. Ambica smiled, watching Aryan hug and kiss their newborn daughter. “I hope you're not disappointed to have a daughter again,” she said, a little hesitantly. “Oh c'mon, Ambi... A girl child is God's blessing. I'm blessed twice now,” replied Aryan cheerfully, and kissed his newborn daughter again. Ambica smiled, feeling relieved. “So, Ambica, have you thought of any name for our baby girl?” asked Valen. Catherine, meanwhile, took the baby from Aryan, and kissed her. Ambica smiled. “Yes, I have.” “You already have?” asked Kaka, surprised. “Wow! Tell us.” Everyone looked at Ambica, awaiting her reply. “Isabella,” replied Ambica. Suddenly, a silence spread in the room. One word from Ambica refreshed old memories. Everyone looked at Ambica with surprised eyes. Aryan moved towards her bed and then sat beside her. He took a deep sigh, and said, “Sweetie, I really appreciate this. But, you really don't have to…” “Aryan,” interrupted Ambica, resting her hand on his. “This is the name I had in my mind ever  since I met you,” she added, squeezing his hand. “Isn't it a coincidence that today is Isabella's  birthday as well?” Aryan nodded, wiping a slight tear in his eyes. Valen and Catherine hugged each other sadly, remembering their beloved daughter - Isabella. However, Ambica's decision to name her baby after their daughter, made them really happy and  proud. Catherine placed the newborn baby beside Ambica, on her bed. “Bless you, dear,” she said, running her motherly hand over Ambica's forehead.

“I'm so proud of you, Ambi, and your parents will be proud of you, too,” said Kaka. “They are about to arrive. Unfortunately, their flight got delayed. We will have the biggest celebration ever!” “And, Aryan,” Kaka added, “you've been celebrating Isabella's birthday every year, in her love and remembrance. Now you have more reasons to celebrate the New Year.” Aryan nodded, and smiled. “Yes, I certainly do have many reasons to celebrate. God has  blessed me with two daughters. I'm delighted!” “Now let's meet the doctors and finish up the hospital's formalities,” Kaka said, looking at everyone. “We need to arrange a big party!” he added, excitedly. “Sure,” replied Valen, and then he, along with Kaka and Catherine, left the room. Aryan held Ambica's hand again. He was not getting the exact words to express his feelings. He was smiling, he was jubilant, he was extremely happy. “Ambi,” he finally spoke, caressing her   palm with his fingers. “I can't thank you enough…” “Sweetie, no need to thank me,” interrupted Ambica. “But, if you really want to thank me, then give me a nice kiss,” she winked. Aryan smiled. He gently placed his hand around Ambica's cheek, bent down, and rested his lips over hers. Ambica wrapped her arms around her husband, Aryan, and they kissed each other  lovingly. “I'm so lucky to have you, honey,” expressed Aryan. “Yes, you are,” Ambica winked again. Why are girls so confident about themselves? This is STILL a mystery! Aryan thought and

smiled, as he kept looking at Ambica. “I'm serious,” he said, his fingers tenderly tracing her cheek. “You have accepted me, along with Angel, knowing the fact that I'll always love Isabella.” Ambica smiled. “Honey, I know you love Isabella, and will always love her. But, I also know that you love me, too. And I'm satisfied with my share of love,” she replied, looking into his eyes. Aryan nodded, and smiled again. “Te amo,” he said, brushing his nose against hers. “I love you, too,” replied Ambica, pulling him closer, and they kissed again… and again… and again.

Thank You A few words that convey innumerable feelings

Scripting a book is like a journey, which cannot reach its destination without the support of certain special people. The journey of 'Te Amo... I Love You' began in 2008, and a lot of people, worth mentioning, had helped my book reach its ultimate destination. I take this opportunity to thank them all, as this is the least I can do for them. 1. My Parents : Mr. and Mrs. Ajay Sharma, and my Sister - Sakshi: What I am today is because of my  parents. They went through hardships all their lives to help me grow, and I am trying my little bit to repay, which, I am sure, I won't be able to do in my entire life, no matter how much I try. I thank you Mom and Dad, and I love and respect you, from the depth of my heart. My sister Sakshi, though younger to me, has guided me a lot many times, and has supported me through thick and thin. I thank  you, dear, and I love you, too, and you mean more than anything to me. 2. Maica Garcia Zaldivar: Maica, an experienced poetess from Spain, treated me, a naive writer, like a friend. She taught me tid-bits of Spanish language, and helped me immensely in the research work  related to Spanish culture. She eventually became the first reader of my book, and gave me her honest comments. Maica, this book would not have been possible without your unconditional help and consistent guidance. I wish to thank you in your own language – GRACIAS. 3. Preeti Singh – Preeti ma'am, a fantastic writer, gave her critical feedback after reading my book. Being in England, I had no idea about the Indian publishers. But, ma'am gave me the necessary details and also helped me in preparing the book proposals. Today, she is a family, and her lovely daughter, Harsheen, is a sweet sister. I thank you, Preeti ma'am, for all what you have done for me, and wish you all the very best. 4. Ambica Sharma – Ambica, a close friend, read my book and gave me valuable feedback. There as a situation when I had to change the non-Indian characters of my book to Indian. At that time, Ambica sweetly agreed and allowed me to portray one of my book's characters, on her. I hope I do ustice to Ambica's character in my book. I thank you, for your never-ending support. 5. Mahi Singla – Mahi, a dear friend and a budding young author, stepped forward and gave an important feedback, after reading my book in no time. Mahi also supported me when I needed someone trustworthy to manage my book's Facebook group. I can't thank you enough for your love and support. 6. Teachers – My teachers, in school (Hermann Gmeiner) and engineering college (Manav Rachna International University, formarly called C.I.T.M.), played an important role in chiselling me into a  better human being. Respected Teachers, I know I was one of your favourites (saying lightheartedly), and I thank you all for your love and consistent support throughout my studies. 7. Friends and Relatives – I thank Manish Chopra and Rohit Ahuja, my childhood friends, for their  constant support. I thank my friends and authors Jyotsna Gandhi, Abhishek Agrawal and Vinit Bansal, for their expert guidance. I also thank my friends from school, college, various I.T. companies, for 

their belief in me. I specifically thank Sasi Sir, Ganesh, Om, Sanjay, Priya, Hitakshi, Dipali, and Jenny for helping me and my book. I thank Vivek Kakkar, who asked me one simple question that made me think, and I eventually changed the title of my book from 'Te Quiero... I Love You' to 'Te Amo... I Love You'. Te Quiero has a wider meaning than Te Amo, though both mean I love you. Te Quiero can be used for friends, relatives etc., whereas Te Amo is specific for lovers. One of the characters of my book is portrayed on you, Vivek, as my gratitude to you. I sincerely thank Mr. Deep Bhatia for supporting me in tough times. I also thank all my relatives for their love and blessings. 8. The 'Te Amo I Love You' Facebook Group – A big thank you to Himani Goyal for being so kind and helpful to manage my group, like her own. Special thanks to the administrators - Alpa, Shweta, Vanshja and Prateek for their unconditional support. I extend my love and gratitude to each and every member of our group. I wish I could write the name of every group member to whom I am sincerely thankful and grateful. Thank you. Love you all. 9. Mahaveer Publishers – I thank the entire team of Mahaveer Publishers, especially Binay Sir, for   believing in me, and my work, and helping me in achieving my dream 10. Reviewers and Readers –I thank all the reviewers, who will take time out of their busy schedule, and read my book. And most importantly, I thank you, my reader, for picking up this book. It's my first effort. I hope you like it. Last, but definitely not the least, I thank God for his love, mercy and kindness. Om Sai Ram.