Undefiled Queen

Merlyn’s povContent property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

A hubristic laughter left out of him. “Yes darling you’re right. I’m glad you still remember my voice. There is a saying that first love is always the strongest and you just gave me the hint that you still love me.”

“Shut up! And stop talking nonsense. I’m over you long ago.” Max ignored my response like always. It is his nature to always suppress me and smear down his thoughts upon me, one of the things I hated and yet he couldn’t improvise on himself.

“Your asshole husband, put me in the lock-up because I slept with another girl while I was dating you. All my life I struggled to get into the good books of your uncle but this idiot comes all of a sudden into my life, taking you away and shattering my peace.”

My patience was running on a thin thread. Was I here to listen to this idiot’s lecture? When I was about to disconnect the call his words got me to an abrupt stop. “If sleeping with someone is disloyalty, what is he doing in those pictures? Not ten days had passed since you got angry and left him and he started with the infidelity. His brother killed your mother and he is responsible for the death of your father by not allowing you to gather funds and delaying his treatment which subsequently led to his death.”

“Enough. How do you know about all these things?” I yelled, going out of my breath.

“I have my way, baby. Do you think I will approach you before doing homework? After all, you are my golden goose who would be giving me a golden egg every day.”

“What do you want? Why are you back in my life?” I panicked. My chest was heaving in palpitations. Am I going to have a panic attack like before? Holding the walls of the room I staggered to the dining table to reach the water jug. But my hands were trembling and the glass container fell to the floor breaking to pieces.

“Be patient with my egg plant, why are you so impatient? Now that I have entered back your life, I will once again turn it into a turmoil.” He was shameless to call himself a villain. My heart was beating fast against the rib cage.

His voice broke once again into my ears. “He is still roaming free out of the court. Enemy’s enemy is always a friend. So Merlyn, if you are willing, let us join hands and teach the fucking rascal a lesson.” I may have my own grievances against Stephen. But they stayed in their place. Never am I going to cooperate with this goat to avenge my animosity against him.

My face was slowly going red with droplets of sweat covering it. The words of Max were gradually fading off. I was not able to concentrate anymore. My legs began to wobble. I tried to stabilize myself with my hands stapled to the glass top of the table and gulping repeatedly to quench the dryness in my throat but nothing worked. My eyes turn blurry and my legs ultimately give up getting me to the ground and darkness surrounds me.

Stephen’s POV

With the branch opening upheld for the Dubai firm, my work turns heavy. By the time I head back home, it is late in the night.

I unlocked the door only to find the sitting room in chaos. I gingerly walk inside the room and then suddenly my feet get halted in their tracks. Merlyn was lying unconscious on the floor. Her black long hair was scattered everywhere, face red and droplets of sweat covering her forehead.

Alarm raised in my nerves. Did she have a panic attack again? What suddenly happened? I immediately checked her pulse and found it very low. I dialed the doctor and waited for her to revive after I took instructions from him for the first-aid.

My phone started ringing in my pants pockets. I answered it and found there were three missed calls from her. It was then did my eyes fall on a bunch of pictures carelessly fallen on the floor.

Taking a look at each, my eyes bulged out of their sockets. Those were very old pictures of me and Fiona. Fiona was my ex girlfriend or the best way our relationship could be described was friends with benefits.

Fiona was a matured and very understanding girl. Though she loved me wholeheartedly she never rubbed her feelings upon me. She was a sweet distraction of the times when I was still struggling to get settled in business.

We had a few nights together. For her it was satisfying love making but for me it was only satisfaction of physical pleasures because my heart only belonged to my Flower since the beginning.

As it was only like a one way traffic, we found no sizzle in our later Chapters. Afterwards Fiona understood she cannot expect a future with me and gradually we ended our physical relationship. Even today we talk, we are good friends, she is married and happily settled in life but what I did not understand is how mine and Fiona’s pictures arrive here in Merlyn’s hands. Is somebody trying to frame me after my happily married life?