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 authors imagination. Any
resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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Praise for Te Amo I Love You

A Romantic Thriller at its best.- The Hindu
One of the Best Young Adult Fictions.- 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.
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! - Hussain Kuwajerwala [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
was 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
worldwide.
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
was 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
was 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
was 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
without any conversation.
You study there? Aryan asked her, initiating some conversation.
S, 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
wish 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 romntico.
Romntico? 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
window.
Aryan glanced outside. Rain?

Cmo? 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
were 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
went 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
was 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
wanted 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
first 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
was 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
falling in love... with her. My first ever poem... for her:
After We Met the First Time

The first meeting between you and me,

Has kindled a sweet sensation deep within
My life has changed in one single moment
I'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
Now I've found you, my love, my destiny
Found the happiness, which was missing in me

Ever since I've met you, my mind is not in my control

I can't stop myself either; my heart is on a roll
Feelings deep within, emotions, testing times
All of them say, Sweetheart, I want to make you mine

I 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
I see you everywhere, I see you all around

The first meeting between you and me,

Has aroused never felt emotions deep within
My destiny has changed in one single moment
I'm no more the guy I used to be.
For my Seorita
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
you 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
wouldn'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
woman 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, if
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

I'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 of
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
worked! 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! Cmo est 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. S, 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
was 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
with 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
want to leave.
No problem. You please carry on, and enjoy the evening, replied Aryan, though he himself
wanted 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
wound 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 of
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 Jackson's 'I'm Bad!' 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,
which was flashing an incoming call from an unknown number.
Hello, he said, anticipating Isabella's call.
Hola, mi amigo Aryan, this is me Isabella, a sweet, familiar voice 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, Isabella smiled. How are 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.
S, 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 the one for him. Her sweet voice and polite words were drawing him towards her rather
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' COFFEE! Isabella giggled. You forgot, amigo?
Oh yeah, the 'Thank you' Coffee... You owe me that, Aryan smiled. How can I forget this?
He thought, and his smile grew bigger. When are you 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.
Time and place of your choice, responded 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 dulce de ti, Isabella replied.
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 if
I go to the University... Would it be too far for you to come there?
Oh, okay. The pleasure is completely mine, Seorita, 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.
Seorita I loved it, replied Isabella, gladly accepting her new name given by her 'car
friend' Aryan. Gracias, mi amigo.
You're most welcome, Seorita, replied Aryan. The only word I knew in Spanish was
'Seorita'. 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 friend? asked Aryan, instantly.
Isabella giggled. You're more interested in knowing the female version, aren't you?
Of course!
Okay, female friend is 'Amiga'.
Amiga - female friend, Amigo - male friend, Aryan murmured, memorizing the Spanish
words. 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 to him.
Her name is Isabella. And I guess, I'm in love with her, Aryan expressed, with a blush,
which 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, and thanks for always being there, said Aryan, hugging his father figure.
Now go, and continue with your lessons. Your students are waiting for you, replied Kaka,
smiling and pointing towards the dance class.

4. Thank You Coffee

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
while 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 the previous day.
Bonito Sonrisa Beautiful Smile, he murmured, memorizing the Spanish words.
Putting it back again, he quickly took a shower, and then checked his wardrobe to decide on
what 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
himself in the mirror, he could not help admiring himself. He was looking handsome.
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, Seorita. What about you? asked 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
women. 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
woman, 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
was 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,
was 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. Seorita 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
with 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 Seorita?
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
flames, 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
wanted 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.
It will be my pleasure, replied Aryan, as they walked out of Vivaz, and then drove back to
Isabella's 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 too great going, Aryan.
However, the thought of leaving her in the next few minutes was killing him. He was not sure,
when 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
apartment's keys.
Thanks, Isabella. But maybe some other day, replied Aryan, though he would have loved to
stay with 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 curtains aside, to see the view outside. Hey you can see the Thames from here. 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
was 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
produce 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? quizzed Isabella, sensing 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? No, replied Isabella. But I would love to fall in love, one day, she added sweetly.
Aryan saw her, as she looked directly into his eyes, with care, and possibly, love. Any guy
will 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
thoughts, a smile lingering on his 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. Her lips were so warm, so soft, so loving.

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
was. He wanted to dance with her again, wanted to hug her again, wanted to express how special she
was 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 it deepened Aryan's love for her, but it also drew Isabella's heart and mind all the closer to
her 'car amigo'. A chain of phone calls, emails and text messages began between the two, on a daily
basis. Both unconsciously started to share their respective day's experiences. Slowly but surely, 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. If either of them could not remain in touch for a few hours, they both felt restless and
lifeless. But officially, they were still 'Just Friends.'
Isabella, like Aryan, was getting attracted towards this magnet of love. She did not know if she
was 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 much more beautiful, just because of Aryan's presence.

It was Thursday evening, around five, and Aryan, as usual, was finishing teaching dance for the
day, at Vivaz, when he heard a sweet 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
beautiful. She was wearing minimal make-up, and her hair was loosely tied in a cute pony 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 smiled, and hugged Aryan. 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.
Twelve days, Isabella replied, as they walked out of 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 to her, or shall I wait for her to say something? He questioned himself
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.
S, 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 of
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 if
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
will 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 of
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 of
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,
Isabella 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
just 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 of
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

I believe, it's a God's gift, residing in our hearts

Binding 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
It 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

A 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

It's an emotion, which is warm and pure
Love exists everywhere; Love is eternal and true
Not 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.
Qu clima mas romntica, 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 of
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, Seorita, 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
Aryan. 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.

Qu? 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
was the stunning Big Ben, shining golden bright in the dark night. Sitting next to the Thames made the
weather feel more enjoyable. A cool breeze was flowing and clouds were slowly covering the entire
London city.
You know, Seorita, 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
waiting 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
waited. 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 of
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
wet 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,
with 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 of
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 tambin te amo, mi cario, 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. S, lo hare.

Aryan gently kissed her lips, and repeated, S, 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
Alone 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...

I 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...

I brush my fingers through your silky hair

Cute kisses and pecks with lots of care
Hugging and cuddling, making love together
Blessings from above; truly made for each other...

How heavenly, my love, you look tonight

The glow on your face, your smile so bright
How 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 of
the bedside table. His heartbeats increased as he walked towards the table, and picked up the paper
with 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
was 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,
without 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
with, 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 cario. 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... TeTe 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,
wrapping 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
worried 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.
S, Madrid is a big city, the capital of Spain, and a beautiful one too, Isabella answered,
while 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 caf 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.
S, Aryan est 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
waiting 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
women. 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
will 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 of
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, seor, Qu 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, seorita, 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 of

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
winced 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. Cmo est 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. Cmo est? 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 qu 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
waiting, 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.
S, 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
will 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
with 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
who 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
want 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
woman 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
was 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 of
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
wristwatch.
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 of
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 of
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,
while 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
when 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,
welcome 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 of

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 nodded, silently.
I've already fixed Isabella's marriage with Ethan, said Valen. He will be coming in the
evening to meet her. They probably have started arrangements for the marriage as well, as we also
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.
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 private, at our farmhouse in Valencia, said Valen.

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.

10. Ethan's 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 gathered herself quickly.
Ethan did not even bother to knock at her door, rather pushed opened it, and saw her standing in
front of a mirror, combing her hair. Darling, I missed you so much, he smiled.
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,
without 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 where are we going? Isabella fretted.
Ethan smiled, and let go her hand. It's a surprise! You will love it. He opened the door of his
Bentley and asked 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 smiled. It's a surprise, 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 really helpful to 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 get to know everything, sweets. Come on in, I wanna show you the complete
palace, said Ethan excitedly, stepping out of 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,
with 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 silent.
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 her the grand bedroom.

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 off
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 was testing his cool and self-control.
Will you say something? What has happened to you? Ethan's tone of voice began rising.
Isabella remained silent. Her heart was pounding hard, and she was extremely worried.
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 like 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.
WWWhat 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 you? asked Aryan over the phone, worried.
No one replied from the other end. All Aryan heard were the loud shouts 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
with 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
just reach Valencia on time, and once you are married, you can go anywhere you wish. I'm sure you

will 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,
warned 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
was 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
will 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
walked 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 bagpack. 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 Buol, a town in
the province of Valencia. As Aryan drove through the streets of Buol, he felt surprised to see most of
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 Buol, 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
want to join as well.
The excitement was visible in Aryan's eyes. It was the most important day of his life, and he
wanted 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 of
the pole.
This is Palo Jabn, 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
water 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
we 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
jumping, 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 of
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
was 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 xtasis (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
waiting 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
wedding 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
was 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
waiting 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
white-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
witness 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?
S, 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
wed.
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
your 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
wisdom 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
were 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 if
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.
II 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
with 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
warned, If you tell anyone that I came here to enquire about Isabella and her lover... Then you know
what 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 of
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
wedding 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 of
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 of
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
wished 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
with 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
wet 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
wedding gown.
Isabella closed her eyes, as Aryan buried his face around her neck and traced her collarbone
with 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
warm 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
with 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
warm 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
waist 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 of
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
My heart begins to love you ever more,
You know I love you, how much I really do
In my life, I was never so sure

Hold 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
It'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
In your arms, I find my whole world
And when you come closer, so much closer this way

I 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
It'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
I know you love me; I know how much you really do
Yours is the love I'll always long for

Hear me say, what I've to convey

I'll love you every day, like I never did before
Hold me, in your heart night and day
It'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
was 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
while 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 of
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
wearing 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 of
the farmhouse. RUN ARYAN! she shouted, frantically.
Isabella and Aryan held each other's hand, and ran hard towards their room. The loud sound of
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
were 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
white 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
wandering 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
was 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 of
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
want 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
was 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 of
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

with 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
with 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
would 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 fiance 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 that as words choked in her throat due to all the pain and suffering she was going through.
Hi, Isbie, replied Santina. How are you, dear?
Estoy bien I'm ok. Isabella's tone was low.
Santina knew that Isabella could never be 'ok' with Ethan. She also knew that her best friend
was 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 that her life was beautiful.
Because we all love you, rejoined Santina. Your parents, I and
And?! And who?
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! Isabella shot back firmly, making herself stronger to answer Santina.
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
will 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! I love Aryan so much. I cannot risk his life again, just because of me. He has been battling 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 selfish, Santina. I love Aryan, immensely. I can sacrifice myself again and again just to
save him. I just wish he comes out of his coma, Isabella continued to cry.
And then?
Then, when he recovers... Isabella paused, and wiped her tears. Then just tell him that
Isabella is 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, 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
was 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, you know what he will 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 Santina, uttered Isabella, still rigid with her decision.
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 him.
Hey, Santina, how are you, my child? Valen hugged her and kissed her forehead.
Santina smiled. I'm fine, 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
with Isbie informed her about Aryan's health, though she never asks about him. But, she is still firm
about her decision.
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, Uncle, Santina 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
what 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 did not answer. He tossed his coat on the sofa and loosened his tie. He then walked 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 of
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 walked towards her room.

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
were 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
when 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,
when 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

waved 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 of
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
was 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 of
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
we 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
will 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,
who 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
would 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
written 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,
while 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,
while 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 of
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
would 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 of
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,
while 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
word?
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
was 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. Of
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 of
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
with 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,
with 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 of
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 if
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 of
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
way 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
will 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
with 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
will 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 of
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
we 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
with 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
went 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
After 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
wife to their newborn daughter. It was the most special, most precious moment of his life. His heart
was 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?

S, 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
want 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
wife, 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,
while 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 of
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,
joyfully, 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
warned. 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
went 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
with 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
were 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
waiting 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
will 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
with 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
writing 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 of
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
with 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
was 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
words 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 if
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 of
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
wondering 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
juice 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 of
juice.
Thanks, said Aryan.
Vinay then offered the juice and snacks to Isabella. Both Isabella and Aryan failed to see the
wrong intentions behind Vinay's smiling face. Vinay was now sure, that Isabella was the same girl
who 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
was 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
warm 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 shelf
and her soft hands began to trace his strong arms. She was squirming and losing herself in the love of
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
wearing 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. T eres mi vida. Te amo ms 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
with 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,
when 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
worshipped 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,
while 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 of
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,
I've my life to give...
Believe me, when I say,
Our love is gonna stay...

We are, like twin flames,

Our love is not a game...
Believe me, when I say,
Our love will forever stay...

Now I know who you are and who am I,

All I can see is love in your eyes
You hold me close, and you hug me so tight,
Baby I love you, Just stay in my sight...

Yes, we are, those twin flames,

Our love is not a game
Believe me, when I say,
I'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...

B'coz we are, those twin flames,

And our love is not a game...
Baby, believe me, when I say,
I'll always love you this way...

Love you this way

You are, my reason to live,

I've for you, my life to give...
Believe me, when I say,
I'll be with you all the way...

I'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
would 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
want 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
will happen, he assured, trying to ease his panicked wife. However, his own heart was thumping

with 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
were 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 of
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,
with 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
waterfall. 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 of
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
waiting 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
went 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
Ethan, 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
worry, 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 of
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
wound, 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
was 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
with 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 mehow 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
with 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 lovecome
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,
where 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 Cumpleaos, 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 das, 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 das, 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 Cumpleaos, 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
with 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 of
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
well 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 of
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
want 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
within. 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
wondering 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
what 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
with 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
washing 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 of
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
with 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
would surely develop. One thing she knew that she might never be Isabella for Aryan. However, she
was confident that she could create an exclusive place for herself, in his heart - a place for Ambica,

which nobody else could take.

24. Love Blossoms... Again

After 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
jacket 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
was 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
wanted 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
walking 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
with 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 of
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
wet 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
just 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
After one year and eight months on January 1
Kaka, Valen and Catherine were sitting in the hospital, looking extremely anxious. Aryan, too,
was 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
was 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
justice 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.

About the Author

Born in Amritsar, and brought up in Delhi-NCR, Rohit Sharma is the bestselling author of TeAmo... I
LOVE YOU and 12 HOURS. A Gold-Medallist in Engineering, Rohit is an avid reader as well, and
loves to read fictions by Nicholas Sparks, Jeff Archer, AshwinSanghi, Sidney Sheldon, and Dan
Brown. Pouring out his innermost feelings via innumerable romantic poems and songs has been
Rohit's forte. His varied collection of poems and songs are available on his blog, while his writings
have been appreciated globally, on various poetry forums.
TeAmo... I Love You, his debut novel, was released in December 2012, and was nominated for the
prestigious Commonwealth Book Prize. His second book, 12 HOURS, which he wrote along with
Mahi Singla, was released in September 2013. While TeAmo... I Love You is a high-octane romanticthriller, and has been hailed by readers and media as a perfect movie script, 12 HOURS is a
collection of twelve enthralling short stories, mostly based on various social issues.
Rohit then worked on the Hindi translations of his books. TeAmo... I Love You's Hindi was released
in November 2014, and has been appreciated well among the Hindi readers. 2015 will see the
release of 12 HOURS' Hindi translation.
Rohit is currently working on his third novel, which is a Romantic-Suspense-Thriller, expected to hit
the stores by the end of 2016.
A motivational speaker, Rohit is a die-hard fan of Sachin Tendulkar, Lionel Messi and Roger Federer.
Dancing is one of his biggest passions, and he also loves to sketch, play sports like table-tennis and
cricket, and, sometimes, he unwinds himself by cooking his favourite dishes.
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