Once, my paranoid love

Derek’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions as the shocking revelation settled in. He couldn’t believe what he had just learned-that Elena, the girl he had been searching for, was none other than the daughter of Mr. Robert.

‘What the hell is going on?’ Derek thought, his hand instinctively covering his mouth in astonishment. The pieces of the puzzle had fallen into place in a way he had never expected, and the truth was both bewildering and exhilarating.

As the realization fully sank in, a smile crept across Derek’s face. It was a smile born of surprise and joy, a testament to the extraordinary twist of fate that had brought him to this moment. The girl he had been searching for, the love he had been seeking, was Elena, and he had married her.

He struggled to find words to describe the happiness and disbelief coursing through him.

“My name is Derek, and I work for a modest company,” he managed to say, a warm smile gracing his features as he addressed Anne. It was a simple introduction, but his heart was on the verge of bursting with the enormity of the revelation.

Derek couldn’t help but marvel at the incredible twists and turns of fate that had brought him to this point in his life. As he processed the magnitude of this revelation, Derek couldn’t help but acknowledge the role Anne had played in bringing him and Elena together. Her seemingly wicked idea had, in fact, facilitated their union, and for that, he felt a strange sense of gratitude.

“I see. It isn’t a new thing,” Anne remarked sarcastically, her tone carrying a hint of amusement. “Elena has a habit of making friends like this.”

Lucy, on the other hand, watched the exchange between Derek and Anne with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. Derek’s revelation about working for a modest company had left her perplexed, and she couldn’t quite grasp the significance of his statement.

‘What the hell is going on with this guy? He is working for a modest firm! I have no idea what he’s talking about,’ Lucy thought, giving Derek a strange look. Her attempt to piece together the puzzle of their interactions had become even more challenging with the unexpected revelations that had unfolded.

“Thank you, Mrs. D’Souza; we need to leave now,” Derek replied graciously as he left Anne’s home, holding Lucy’s hand. The encounter had been filled with revelations and surprises, and the weight of the newfound knowledge was not lost on him.

As they stepped outside, Derek couldn’t help but reflect on the remarkable turn of events that had brought him to this point.

I can’t wait to meet my new wife,’ Derek thought with a smile, his heart brimming with anticipation. It was a second chance at love and happiness, a twist of fate that he had never anticipated but now embraced wholeheartedly.

**

In Paul’s dream, he found himself going back to a time when he and Elena were just children, their innocence and friendship defining their world.

“Really?” Elena replied, her young voice filled with curiosity and wonder.

“Yes, then I will marry you, and we will stay together,” Paul declared with an infectious smile. His words carried a sense of determination, as if the idea had been brewing in his heart for quite some time.

Elena’s eyes widened with surprise as she processed his words. “Why do you want to get married to me?” she asked, her curiosity getting the best of her.

Paul’s response was heartfelt and revealing. “Because you’re not like my mother, but rather like Diana aunt,” he explained, his gaze filled with sincerity. The comparison to Diana, someone they both admired, held a special significance for both of them.

“We will stay together like Uncle Robert and Aunt Diana,” Paul continued, reaching out to touch Elena’s cheek gently. The notion of a lifelong companionship, modeled after the love they had witnessed in the adults around them, filled their young hearts with hope.

Then, in a moment of youthful enthusiasm, Paul reached into his pocket and pulled out two pairs of palm-leaf rings, intricately crafted with care.

“See, I made this for you, Elena,” Paul said, his eyes shining with pride and excitement as he showed the ring to his dear friend.

Elena’s eyes gleamed with delight as she beheld the small but beautifully crafted ring. “Wow, it’s beautiful, Paul,” she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.

“Now give me your hand,” Paul said, his excitement palpable. Elena extended her small hand, trusting her dear friend implicitly. With a gentle touch, Paul slid the palm-leaf ring onto Elena’s finger, and as he did so, he declared, “From now on, Elena, you are my little wife!”

Elena’s face lit up with joy as she mirrored Paul’s gesture, placing another ring on his tiny finger. Their laughter filled the air, and in that moment, they sealed their childhood pact with a promise that would resonate throughout their lives.

Elena expressed a valid concern; her voice was tinged with worry. “But what if Anne aunt becomes enraged?” It was a question born from the innocence of youth-a fear of the unknown that could disrupt their idyllic dreams.

Paul, however, was quick to offer reassurance. He spoke with the confidence of a protector, vowing to shield Elena from any storms that might arise. “Don’t worry,” he said, his young voice filled with conviction. “I’ll protect you.”

Elena’s eyes softened with affection and trust as she replied, “Yeah, I love you, Paul.” She joyfully embraced him, sealing their pact of friendship and love with a heartfelt hug.

As the flashback came to an end, Paul found himself back in the present, his eyes suddenly opening. The vivid memory of their childhood promise lingered in his consciousness, a reminder of the deep connection he had shared with Elena since their earliest days.

“Elena,” he whispered, her name escaping his lips like a heartfelt prayer.

Paul stirred from his sleep, his eyes slowly opening to the reality of the present. The dream of their childhood pact with Elena had left a profound impact on him, bringing back memories of a time when their bond was simple and unwavering.

As he rubbed his forehead, a deep sense of conflict weighed on his heart. The events of recent days had left him perplexed and troubled, and he couldn’t help but reflect on the stark contrast between his past and present interactions with Elena.

‘I hurt her once again,’ Paul acknowledged with a heavy sigh, his thoughts in turmoil. The recent confrontation and violence that had unfolded between them had left scars, both physical and emotional. He couldn’t fully grasp what had come over him in those moments of anger and aggression.

Paul’s mind wandered back to the question that had haunted him for some time. ‘When I came to you, you always pushed me away, but when we were children, you used to adore and care about me. But why not now, Elena?’ It was a question that gnawed at him, a puzzle he yearned to solve.

He looked down at his palm, as if seeking answers in the lines of his own hand. The memories of their childhood, of innocent promises and heartfelt affection, tugged at his heartstrings. He missed the simplicity of those days when their bond was unburdened by the complexities of his anger and his mental health.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Paul rose from his bed, his determination to confront his inner turmoil evident in his every move. He swiftly changed his clothes.

However, as he prepared to leave his room, his mother, Anne, entered, her presence a sudden interruption to his thoughts. She inquired about his plans, her concern and curiosity evident in her voice. “Where are you going?”

Paul’s response was curt and unyielding, a reflection of the internal struggle that had consumed him. “It’s none of your business,” he retorted, his tone devoid of any warmth or openness.

Anne’s reaction was immediate and intense, her voice carrying the weight of her maternal worry and frustration. She called out to him with fierce urgency, her words cutting through the air like a sharp blade. “Paul.”

As Paul stood there, his mother’s voice ringing in his ears, he couldn’t help but feel the weight of his own conflicted emotions. The desire to mend his relationship with Elena and understand the complexities of their past and present interactions weighed heavily on his heart.

Anne’s voice held a genuine concern as she pointed out the obvious. “Paul, you’ve been hurt,” she said, her maternal instincts pushing her to acknowledge her son’s pain.

Paul’s response, however, was laced with defiance and a touch of bitterness. He pulled his hand away with a sharp movement, his words reflecting the walls he had built around himself. “Think of your husband. There’s no need to be concerned about me.”

Without uttering another word, Paul turned and left the room, leaving Anne behind with her worries and unanswered questions. His retreating figure carried a weight of unspoken pain, a reminder of the emotional distance that had grown between them.