D E L I C I O U S A M B I G U I T Y |the rainbow named trust
THE TRUTH IS NEVER PURE AND NEVER SIMPLE.
"I know where she buys her groceries, who she meets, where she works. I don't know what her charcoal eyes will look like when they're scared. But I will."
Maira is charmingly elegant and Zaahid is generously handsome. Their perfect life is a perfect lie. Entangled in their strained relationship are three nights that damage their lives forever. But to hope to heal their emotional scars would mean to lead lives on their own terms and finding a happiness that works for them. In their rainbow coloured world of deceitful glamour, nothing is certain. There's only a few you can trust. But what if you are being told only one half of the story?
As stark revelations of the past and unanswered questions overwhelm Maira so does the future she's about to compromise. Now, Maira must realise that an unforgettable tale of love comes at the ultimate price.
Delicious Ambiguity, is a deeply personal tale of dark delicious twisty thrilling romance, which embarks on a passionate intriguing journey to discover the lessons of life, love, trust—and above all, the healing power that only truth can bring.
Delicious Ambiguity © Mahak, 2016. All rights reserved.
E X T E N D E D . P R E V I E W
"I have looked at you in a million different ways and I have loved you in each," she said in a voice that was just above a whisper.
Long black lashes lined her charcoal eyes like velvet ribbons on a delicately wrapped gift and every time she opened them, it felt like Christmas.
With those eyes she looked up at me, longing for an answer, her eyes were buried in a deep sea of hope and all I could do was, stare at her; she was painted in the most fluorescent colours. The pallet God used to create her literally made Picasso shed a tear. She was in fact a string of letters placed delicately in heart-wrenching poems in a universe that was still learning it's a to z.
I don't say a thing because if I do, I know my voice would betray me.
So I again begin to walk away from her when I hear her speak with a voice much more composed.
"I am not your five minute cigarette break; you cannot light me up when you're in the mood, and put me out when you're tired."
She changed, so did he.
Her feelings grew stronger,
His died within.
Her smile became fake,
His began to waver.
They grew alike yet they grew apart.
For the sun and moon
can be rarely seen together.
[-∞, +∞] because everything real lies between these infinities.
I need someone who can truly be what I need to make everything alright, but these broken and jagged pieces of me, are drawing in the wrong kind of light.
Please drop me a comment or a vote if you think this deserves it and give me a chance to improve. All the love as always, Mahak xx