David Jackson
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Even Nicole turned to look towards the direction where Victor was looking, only to feel like crying instantly. She could clearly see the amount of animosity grandpa's eyes held for Victor, and it wasn't hard to deduce that grandpa had already recognised that it was Victor for whom she was crazy in love. She instantly started walking away from Victor, worried that she might leave him in trouble. But guess it was already too late as grandpa himself started walking towards Victor's direction. She quickly…
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"Huhh?" Markus asked, not understanding what Kizy meant. Kizy thought that maybe she should talk about this later on as many people were still waiting in line to present the gifts. Next came Nicole with a small box. Kizy opened it to find a coffee mug with a couple along with the child drawn over it. The man was looking affectionately at the woman, while the woman was looking at her sleeping baby. And it took her no time to realise that the painting was done by Nicole herself. "Thank you so much for…
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Markus nodded in response before following grandpa to one of the rooms located on the first floor. "What is it grandpa?" Markus asked in a serious tone, knowing that Grandpa definitely had some serious issue to talk about "What happened in the Imperial Nation?" Grandpa asked only one statement, straight to the point. "Grandpa, I will tell you all the details, but not now. In fact that is the reason I have asked everyone to wrap up the party fast. I will be discussing all the details about my mission…
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"Oh about that. Actually your Grandpa and I decided to throw a small party to welcome our great grandchild and Markus back home. We have invited only the closed ones though. And you don't have to do anything. You just rest and look pretty, the rest of the things will be handled by grandpa and me." Grandma said in a loving manner. The entire family had decided to take the day off, including their friends as well. "Thank you for the celebration grandma. And sorry for troubling you and grandpa over this."…
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And Markus already knew what Kizy was going to ask. "I know that you all must be having endless questions and I am definitely going to answer them all. But not now. I have to explain it to my team, you and your team members as well. So let us postpone this question for now." Markus said while stroking her hairs. "Hmmm. I feel a little sleepy." Kizy said, resting her head on his shoulder. "Sleep all you want. I am there for you." Markus said, gently caressing her hairs, which made Kizy feel more…
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'How I wish for the time to stop. I wish I could stick you by my side so you will never be out of my sight for even a second. I wish we could grow up parenting our children while bickering with each other. And then someday grow old while having a cup of coffee and sit leisurely on a balcony, basking in sunlight during winters or maybe watching a rainbow in the rainy season. So I just want you with me, no matter if we are laughing or crying, depressed or angry, I just want us to be together.' Kizy thought…
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"Fine! Go sleep there. But let me tell you, once you are asleep, I will carry you back to bed." Markus said, having no option left. "Dare you leave the bed!" Kizy said. "No. I will definitely leave the bed. Since you are so hellbent on not listening to me, I can do the same." Markus said, his voice devoid of any emotion. "Then did you listen to me before leaving? Did you complete the promise you had made of returning on time? Did you follow my advice of returning back home healthy and safe?" Kizy asked…
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Markus's whole left chest was bruised black and blue, with a deep wound near the centre of his chest. His left arm had a torniquette tied around his arm while three deep stabs could be seen on his left forearm. His back had a long cut running in downward direction from left shoulder, ending on the right side beyond the centre line. "When.. when have you… you recieved… recieved these… cuts?" Kizy asked in between her sobs, her heart almost skipping a beat at the ghastly sight of Markus's…
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"What else?" Markus asked in an amused tone, waiting to hear Kizy out. "Are you injured? Or more appropriately, where are you injured?" Kizy asked in a serious tone. "No I am not." Markus answered almost instantly, as if he was prepared for this answer. "Yes you are. I can smell that blood." Kizy said, looking at Markus right in the eye. "We can talk about it later-" Markus was still speaking when grandpa spoke from behind. "Left arm it is, right? And your back and chest as well." Kizy asked, or more…
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"Stop." Kizy finally spoke in a firm tone, uttering the very first word since Markus had arrived. And Markus unwillingly complied, not wanting to go against his wife, when she was not supposed to get all riled up and should instead calm down. "If you have any other plans of leaving me behind again, or lying to me, or simply keeping me in the dark about some topic, then you are not supposed to take even a step ahead. If you want, truly want, to remain by my side, always be there with me no matter how good…
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