Contract Marriage; Fated Love

No! She couldn’t spend her days in jail. Her heart was too filled with anger to beg Noah. She would never do that. After all, she did nothing wrong as far as she was concerned. She was merely taking what rightfully belongs to her. Who gets punished for taking what is hers?

The others, knowing how powerful, mean and merciless Noah was, fell on their knees and pleaded for mercy but Noah ignored them and went out.

He took a deep breath as he sat in his car. The Grant family had stepped on his toes. How dare they! Was it because he didn’t show them the way out? Was it because he still let them retain employment in the company? He will make them have a taste of his wrath.

Could it be possible that this was the sole plan of Rose? No! There was no excuse. The whole family was involved and they will all pay dearly for it. Do they know who he is? Noah Harper of Blackwood Towers! He was very pissed at the moment. It took a lot of effort for him to stay calm in the police station. He didn’t want to show his anger because he knew he might murder someone. He hated being challenged. The Grant family has bitten more than they can chew. First was Emily, she nearly defamed him and she still sent him divorce papers when the contract was still valid. He hadn’t even forgiven her or found her to punish her and her family had started playing funny games. His heart was filled with anger. He needed to vent it out. Heavens save the unfortunate person to taste his wrath.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“Arrrrggghhh!” he yelled in anger and his hands came crashing on his steering wheel.

He thought of going to their house at the moment to deal with them but he thought against it. He might do something stupid. He needed to calm down before things went out of hand. His eyes were brewing fire and his muscles tightened. He took a deep breath and turned on the ignition. The burial ground was the answer and only remedy.

In the private burial ground, Noah crouched in front of his mother’s grave. He traced his hand on her tombstone and sighed heavily. He had come without flowers that day. He was too angry to go to a florist’s. The life Rose flower he brought to her tomb previously had withered. He plucked from their family garden the last time he was there. He picked it up and pulled out the falling petals.

“I will get another, mum.”

He spent some time there and when he felt he was calm enough, he started homeward.

Noah looked up to the sky. It was bright. The weather was clement. He thought of going home to their garden. His father wouldn’t be home by that time. He would spend some time there and be gone before his father returned. He drove home quietly with loud music blaring from the car stereo.

He drove into their family compound and parked his car. He walked slowly to the garden and sat down in his favourite spot. Many years ago, when he was a kid, he always sat there with his mother looking at the beautiful flowers and plants.

The garden was still as beautiful as it was in the past years. That was the only thing his father maintained for his mother till date. Maybe because he liked the garden as well.

The sun washed the garden with a golden glow. The sun rays hit the garden pond and the frogs glistened like mini moons. Past the pond was a green meadow. At the end of the garden, there was a small groove of trees with colourful flowers which added colour and life to the garden.

Noah loved spring in the garden so much. The grasses always seemed to whisper in the spring. He remembered those days as a child when spring brought the sounds of cooing pigeons in the garden and bunnies bounced through the garden like frogs with fur. Buds began to flower on the trees and there was a baked apple smell in the air; the smell of plants growing. He didn’t miss coming out to the garden every morning to see the bunnies and pigeons.

He also recalled a bright morning as a twelve year old boy. His mother had called him out to look at the garden. They sat on the bench watching the sun slowly rise. At first, the rays weren’t brilliant. Then it’s full splendour revealed itself and soaked the garden with the effulgence of its smile.

“Wow! Mum, this is so beautiful. We need to come out every morning to see more of this. Let me call daddy. He needs to see this.” He stood up to go and get his Dad. Their attention was attracted by a song bird which broke into a song, interrupting the silence of the morning. It was a welcome intrusion and the silence it disrupted wasn’t unpleasant in any way.

The garden gave them the bliss, air and atmosphere they needed and so they made sure to plant the kind of flowers and plants that did the same for the plants, flowers and nature.

He got up from the bench and took a stroll around the garden. Some of the flowers and shrubs he planted with his mum were still surviving. He plucked a flower from one of them and smelt it. The smell was lovely. He closed his eyes and inhaled the pleasant and sweet smelling flowers for a while. As a child, it used to be a regular routine in the family to go to the garden in the evening during the weekends. They played in the garden laughing hysterically. They often swam in the river that flowed across the garden. They were a perfect description of a happy family.

The memories brought joy, anger and grief to his heart and he hated his father all the more for destroying their happy family and those happy moments. For the umpteenth time, he wished he hadn’t suggested the outing that led to his mother’s untimely death.