C7 party2

The Party hall was lavishly decorated with every kind of detail. Men and women were busy laughing, drinking, talking and showing their status.

Mr. and Mrs. Stone held each other's hands with affectionate smiles on their face to cut the huge cake that the height of Mrs. Stone's. The same cake was ordered on the wedding day as well. Music played and couples danced. Only one man was leaning against the railing of the balcony watching everything with his colourless beautiful orbs. To put straight his hawk-like eyes searching for someone. Like himself, people were confused with his presence today. He was not a party person. The world knew no one can make Mr. Iden Ruan, present in their personal parties. Not even his own family. He never understood the concept of showing their special day to the world, wasting the most luxurious thing. Time. And hates to spend his time in this kind of fruitless activities. But today he was here spending his most important time. BORED. He was smoking and leaning against the balcony. Men tried to approach him but were thrown away by his guards. Women were dying to breathe the same air as him.

Do Not EVEN THINK,

written all over his face and his bodyguards doing their job well.

His eyes darted to the floor. Men and women were swaying their bodies with the flow of romantic music. Couples face beaming with joy with their partners. Mr. and Mrs. Stone had incredible smiles too. Embracing each other in arms they kissed. Minutes had passed but loving birds were still not ready to let go of each other's lips. With the flow of music, their kiss deepens.

Along with the music sound of loud breathing, and clothes tearing fills the room. Music waned moaning increased. louder and louder. The sounds of flapping of muscles were everywhere.

FACES PERPLEXED.

Confused, shamed, baffled, disgusted. All kinds of emotions were covered in the room.

Shaken up.Mr. and Mrs. Stone parted.

Face flushed with shame, hither and thither tried to search for the sources of sounds.

You naughty women! Does your husband know?

Rosy you little whore!!

Penny dropped Mrs Stone's passim in horror. Eyes dropped on the floor, baffled and still not daring to rise.

"Yes…yes… m..more.. harder yes.. ( hurried breath)"

Sound kept playing

"Common baby ….(gasp)"

"Humm…. Uuhh..(moan)"

Mrs Stone... Fuck... You bitch... Let me fuck... You hard...

Yes.. Common... ( laugh)"

With every moan and gasp.

Women blushed, men's wood turned into the rod. Still perplexed.

Every eye fell on Mrs Stone.

"Stop…stop it..."

Taken aback she shouted on her throat.

Every hateful, ashamed, sympathy, questioning, eye piercing through her.

She was Ashamed.

Hate for her,

sympathetic for her husband.

That man always talked about loyalty.

Sympathise gazes fell on Mr. Stone.

He stood stiff, hand clenched, head dropped,

Eyes looked at each other, and the heels started to spun to leave the couple's personal space. Somebody patted his shoulder in sympathy.

The man looked helpless thanks to his cheating wife.

Boom***

His rage high up and hand landed on her right cheek.

He slapped his wife.

Stunned. People rooted on the ground.

"You, cheating whore." He cursed shaking like a leaf.

She stood there holding her hot cheek.

Tears rolled down from her eyes.

He raised his hand again to stop in the middle.

Bolt from the blue*

"Ahhh!!"

"Stope …stop... Yes yes there …huummm!!"

The rhythm played again but now with the music the performance of the actor and actress were eyes stinging. It was everywhere, every wall every corner of the hall. Even a blind can see.

"What the fuck is this Stop.. stop it..."

Now it was time to scream for Mr. Stone.

As he was singing the duet with some whores.

The performances of Mr. and Mrs. Stone showcased everywhere. With different people.

Onesome, twosome, threesome, sometimes more than that, the location was their own house.

Guests gasp for breath.

"Mr. Stone you wife was amazing fucking bitch, now the deal is yours."

"She is all yours."

All the casting gazes on them. Disgusting.

Over everything is over… Mrs. Stone murmured in her stupor.

Stop it.... Who the mother fucker dear to do it... He gone. Insane.

Not only Mr. and Mrs Stone but many big celebrities and business personalities were involved. And they are present right now. Ashamed, raged.

On the balcony.. the man who never had any expression. Had a questioning gaze at the woman standing in the darkest corner, against the wall with the support of her left shoulder. Her black dress swayed along with the air. A hat on her head hid her half of the face. Shipping a wine with her right hand and holding a cigarette with her left. Chiaroscuro of the moonlight fell half on her body. She looked hauntingly beautiful.A ring of mystery surrounded her.

No she was a mystery , enigma.

And he was determined to unpuzzle it.

A question left him perplexed.

She took revenge??

On her own parents?

Why??..

"Happy wedding anniversary Mom."

"Happy wedding anniversary Dad."

She whispered.

A sneer left her lips,

She threw the wine's glass, the cigarette and stepped out of chaos.

The alley was still dark and the moon was bright. The haunting of owls echoed in the empty alley along with the croaking of a frog. The night bridge was cold after the rain in winter. As a homeless man, she moved at a slow pace not knowing to head in which direction. A stubborn tear fights hard to roll down. Crossing her arms she raised her head to look at the beautiful moon.

What a coincidence, the moon was also cold and alone in the dark night, no different than her situation. She smirked at the Moon.

hanging down her head she stepped ahead.

Pulling the rug out under her feet she was spun on heels pushed against the wall, cold and soft lips pressed on her own.

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