just romanov

"Finally no one can see us" i grumbled, as the fireworks lit up the sky. Romanov slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. "i love you" i couldnt help the smile threatening to slip past my poker face in the crowd as i buried my face into his shoulder. "if i asked how much what would you say?" Romanov chuckled and pulled my face away from his shoulder, leaning down to me. "My love for you would have no units of measurement, all i know is i love you more each and everyday. i love you more than yesterday and less than tomorrow, because it keeps growing." i let out a laugh and met him halfway to the kiss, unable to stop. the world around us had dissapeared by then, and it was like he set off his own fireworks inside my stomach as we clung to each other desperately, amongst the blinding lights around us. "Wheres the damn mistletoe when we need it?" i muttered, as we slowly led ourselves back to my house. "Its New years love, cut nature a little slack" i laughed again as i pulled him even more strongly towards my room as the maids bowed to us through the open door we walked through, leaving us be. as we reached our room, i urged him in and locked the door behind us, pushing him against the back of the door as i kissed him fiercely. "Romanov?" i whispered as our breathless gasps filled the air. "Hmmm?" he muttered,holding my hips so tightly it almost hurt. "I love you"

second chances

The moment i handed the bullet needed to hurt or kill me to Romanov, i knew this time he wouldnt miss. I was giving love a second chance and i knew i could be hurt even worse than before. But i took it. Romnaov took the gun and aimed it straight to my heart, and before i knew it, i was a goner

Many innocent people are about to be involved in a war that terrorist added fuel to. For that im deeply sorry. I feel sorry for those who are stuck in this tug of war between religion and democracy, between terrorists and even death itself. People remember the country that suffers from the attack but never those who have nothing to do with it, that get involved with this unintentionally. Does that mean every one is innocent? No. But that doesnt mean everyone should be blamed as well. I cant explain the sorrow i feel reading about the bombings, the deaths, and even those who are crying about the fact they share the same religion as one of the terrorists. Im sorry you feel unsafe and attacked. Ive read many posts of cyber-bullying towards these people and i wish instead of being keyboard warriors, people try being in their shoes instead. Religion may not mean the same thing to you as it does to the innocent , but attacking them for believing something that you do not agree on is sad. From a non-muslim myself, i just want to say i hate how religion is the excuse, not the people making the choice.

For paris, for islam, for me

i honestly couldnt keep it in no longer. I read alot of posts, alot of comments and threads, and its all about wiping off the whole religion of islam itself. most of them stated that. and i honestly feel ashamed to even be considered human when there are people like this around
people actually stated to Bomb the all of islam-following countries to get rid of them, to make sure terrorism doesnt exist

are you for real?
Religion is a big role in whats happening with ISIS but that doesnt mean that even the innocent are terrorists. i grew up with countless muslim friends, countless teachers and pupils, and even good friends i joke around with till today. Have they ever threatened to bomb me? no. have they threatened my survival every time im in their presence? no. rather they treated me as an equal with open arms.

If someone should hate 'muslims' or 'islam' generally, then it ought to be me because my family history consists of being involved in the war between the hindus and muslims back in the 1950's. 2.4 million Hindus were raped or killed and my own great grandparents and grandparents fleed Bangladesh to come to India in that time of war. Their lands, properties, and farms were all pillaged and destroyed in the name of 'Allah'

But Allah didnt tell them to go kill the innocent
Allah didnt tell them to kill their own as well
Remember those who follow islam died as well. But we are so blinded by the hatred for the religion we dont think about the people.

I dont care if youre muslim and you follow the law of islam. youre nice to me ill be nice to you and ill stand beside you when the rest of the world is against you. what happened in the past with my family doesnt define all the muslims here in this world today.

i pray for paris, and every other country stricken by deaths from those who do it for pleasure or attention. i loathe you people who kill for no reason.

-Semanti

"You know something?" he whispered, as he stared down at his can of soda. "what?" i replied, still gazing at the stars. He turned to look at me, staring into my soul. "your eyes are like whiskey, whenever i look at them, i feel drunk. i cant get a hold of my thoughts and everything goes blank." he paused as i snorted out a laugh and look at him . "at times your eyes remind me of roasted coffee beans when youre angry, but when youre smiling and laughing, theyre rich like honey. i love your eyes Izarra. and i love you."

Learning to love you

Learning to love you was like learning how to walk again. You were the open arms, waiting to catch me when i fell, and you were the constant voice of support, encouraging me to keep moving forward. Another step, a bit further, a bit closer, towards you. Falling in love with you was a risk i was unwilling to take because i was so afraid of being alone again in the end. But it shouldn't have mattered, because you took up all my spare thoughts, all my memories, and my whole soul. Every spare moment i had i spent it thinking about you, talking about you or talking to you. Soon you became a part of me, almost like we both were living each others lives separately even though we were at different places at a time. i learnt to love the darkness like a friend, and laugh at the sky even when its raining. I learnt to conquer my fears, face my demons, and break down the walls that kept my family out as well. You simply walked in, sat down in front of me, and told me your name. Since that day i knew you were different, and you changed my maybes to yes, my okays to smiles, and my promises to forevers. I learnt that to love you was to understand life wasnt a smooth journey with a few bumpy roads, but rather i had to pull us through the bumpy roads. It wasnt a journey i was going on alone, it was a journey i was going on with you. At times the ride was bumpy where we could no longer hold each others hands, and at times you wouldnt drive without holding onto me. I learnt to voice out my thoughts, fight with you desperately, sometimes wishing you would go away and leave me with the demons again. But you kept coming back, and looked beyond my words and held me tightly, assuring me that the end hadnt come yet. I learnt to trust you with a past i was hiding away from, and you simply took me out of my hiding place and pointed towards the light.

You took the pen from my hands when i was wondering what to write amongst the blank pages of my book. Instead, you told me to curl my hands around yours, and we started writing our stories together. Words became sentences, that formed memories, that now define our life. There are plenty of empty pages still left for us to write on, and maybe thats the greatest joy, knowing theres another adventure to look forward to everyday. Everytime i put a fullstop at night after spending even a few minutes just talking to you, i smile , excited to hear you or see you perhaps again tomorrow.

The pages before us maybe empty my love, but thank you, for writing what i couldnt so far. Thank you for making me learn to love again, for making me open my eyes again, and to love the rain when its pouring.



Forever and always,

-3AM

Names are Powerful

"Aiden Mikhail Romanov" he grinned, extending a large palm towards me. "the steel tycoon heir?" i questioned, shaking his hand. He lifted an eyebrow in suprise. "you know of the Roman Industries? No one really thinks twice when they hear my name, i thought the press was not allowed to print out any details on me" he asked, disbelief lacing his tone. I grinned, shrugging a shoulder towards him. "I may or may not also be involved in the business world" i stated, taking a sip of my coffee. "you didnt tell me your name" Aiden frowned, as he looked at me with a calculative gaze. "Ashanna" i murmured, avoiding eye contact. there was a brief pause between us, as he looked expectantly at me, waiting to tell him my last name. i sighed, internally debating with myself if i should tell this coffee shop stranger who i am, when i have successfully been hiding from the world for so long now. "Ashanna Hirsch." i whispered, clenching my knuckles. He took a deep intake of breath, as he stared at me with awe. "one of the richest business families over 2 generations" he murmured, before he slapped a palm on the table. "Wait, which Hirsch are you? the Hirsch textile tycoon billionaire or the Hirsch property industrialist ?" i snorted, trying not to smile in amusement. "Romanov, you just named both of my parents there" i grinned wide, enjoying the disbelief crossing his face as he stared at me. Then he scowled. "Dont call me Romanov" he snapped, as i tried again unsuccessfully not to smile . "Stop looking at me like that" i snapped back, as i crossed my arms over my chest. He looked at me for another few seconds then frowned, looking around the cafe. "You dont have any bodyguards for someone belonging to one of the richest families in the world, how do i know youre not lying?" Just at that moment, i got a text message from Jared stating he had come to pick me up from the cafe. i stood up, as he stood up halfway politely as well. taking my wallet out, i took out the Adara Hirsch business card of my mom and daddys name, the coldest billionaire in existence. "Aurick Edan Hirsch, aged, 53, 6ft 3 inches, Green eyes and black hair. " i slammed my palm and leaned towards him, narrowing my eyes dangerously. "never doubt my words Romanov, because i will not hesitate to bring you down to your knees if you disrespect me. and if you ever tell anyone who i am and where i am currently, i swear ill bring the Roman industries to the ground with your grave." Saying so, i left both the business cards on the table, turning around sharply and walking to the door. i had to threaten him. i had to make him stay away from me . little did i know that he wasnt the type to stay away. no one had ever threatened him, and though my words were both mean and harsh, Aiden Mikhail Romanov was not the type to step down from mysteries that refused to be unravelled. I shouldve known that from that day on, the heir of the biggest steel tycoon in the world would step into my world and break me down even more than anyone had ever before.




-3AM