A Tale of Chase and Love s1

“Go and… dance.” she whispered.

“You… fine, you win Jiejie. I’ll dance,” Lu Wei said in defeat. She rose up from the wooden bed and walked to a corner of the room.

“Wait, Meimei, before you start dancing let me give you a tip,” said Theresa.

“Okay, Jiejie,” said Lu Wei with a nervous smile. She looked at Long Ren who hissed at her.

“Crazy fox,” she thought.

“Long Ren, get up and go join her.” Theresa ordered Long Ren telepathically.

He wanted to refuse but her scary glare made him weak. He sighed and got up from the ground. He patted the creases on his dress and walked over to a stunned Lu Wei.

“What’s going on? Is he coming to crush me to powder?” Lu Wei thought in fear and stared at Theresa, her eyes asking for an explanation.

“Lu Wei, I want you two to compete in doing the belly dance. Don’t be shy. Shake your hips really well and entertain me. The winner gets a present from me and a song.” Theresa said as she crossed her legs.

Lu Wei and Long Ren then stared at each other with mean eyes.

“I need to win.” thought Lu Wei.

“I will win even if I must cheat” thought Long Ren.

“Lord Long Ren, right now we are competitors so let’s also make a bet. If I win, you will make me… cakes, and give me a massage. But if you win, I will do anything you ask except surrender my beautiful head.” Lu Wei offered.

“Are you two dancing or not?” Theresa asked impatiently.

“Fine! I accept the bet.” said Long Ren using voice transmission.

He stood 10 feet away from Lu Wei and when Theresa whistled, both began to dance imitating the styles they could remember.

Theresa wasn’t going to be partial. Only the winner could receive her favor.

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Han residence.

Jin Ehuang’s secret guards have finally found the location of Theresa and her team so do the assassins hired by Han Chunhua.

On getting the news, Jin Ehuang retracts her secret guards and leaves the task of teaching the culprits some good ‘lessons’ to the assassins.

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Imperial palace of Luo Ye kingdom.

Han Chunhua also received news from the assassins and gave an order.

“Go wipe out those disgusting people. I no longer want to see their faces.” Han Chuhua said to the leader of the hired assassin team who is covered in black veil.

“Yes madam,” the black clothed man said with a nod and vanished.

“Han Ling, my dear little sister, I’m taking revenge for you. Those bastards who hurt you; they will be gone soon. They will meet Yama and ‘enjoy’.” Han Chunhua thought with an evil smile.

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Earth

Delhi, India.

There was a long line of cars in many streets. Today was the day that an icon would go to meet her ancestors. Today was Theresa’s mother and Clark William’s wife, Aarti Sharma-Williams burial.

The president of Germany even had to attend. Lots of reporters gathered around the area in hopes of getting some sizzling hot news.

The widower, Clark Williams sat in a room at his in-laws’ home, crying profusely. There were seven of his friends and the evil Thomas trying to comfort him.

“Why? Josh, tell me why she had to leave me. She didn’t even tell me goodbye. I want her back even if I would become a peasant. I don’t care. I want Aarti back!” Clark cried.

Aarti’s parents came inside the room and also tried to comfort him but he wouldn’t take it. He suddenly got up and ran out of the room to the living room where Aarti was laid on a beautifully adorned red mat.

She is dressed in wedding clothes and bedecked in jewelry from head to toe. Wreaths were on her head and around her neck. Seeing her lying there, she looked more alive than dead. He slowly walked to her and knelt beside her.

“Aarti… my love… why? Why? How could you break your promise? You said… we would grow old together and embrace our grandchildren, even our great-grandchildren.

Why are you not talking? Why do you lie here? Come on, wake up. Tell me it’s a hoax. Tell me its all a dream… that you’re still alive. Tell me you love me. Just open your beautiful eyes and kiss me.

Do you know Aarti, how much I long for your passionate kiss, your warm breath on my heart that makes it bubble with excitement, your smile and to hear your gentle, calming voice? Aarti, wake up. Wake up okay? I’ll take you places, I can even be your slave.

Please open your eyes and mock me at least. Come on, baby. Don’t leave me haging like this. Aarti… please wake up.” Clark said in between tears that flowed down his cheeks.

The 9 people that Clark left behind in the room were now behind him.

Yuvraj Sharma, Theresa’s maternal grandfather, patted Clark’s shoulders.

Outside the house, lots of reporters stood along with many others who even flew from other countries just to attend the burial but they weren’t allowed to enter because Clark said that they would disturb his wife rest so only a few were able to get in.

Aarti is not going to be buried according to the traditional custom nor will she be cremated. She will be put into an ice casket and then placed into a much bigger and transparent casket upstairs.

Some of the traditional rites were performed and then Aarti was covered with a thin transparent pink cloth and then carried by Clark as gently as he could upstairs, to the room set apart as Aarti’s tomb.

There, he gently placed her into the first ice casket and sealed its lid. Then with the help of three more men, Clark had her placed into the second ice casket and sealed its lid with his fingerprint. He caressed the casket’s lid and kissed it.

“Aarti… I am thankful that you came into my life. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I will always love you until I breathe my last. I will come visit you every week to keep you company. I will find our daughter and bring her here to see you… whether dead or alive. Aarti, my dear..” Clark could not whisper anymore as hot tears began to flow again and he began crying.

“My son… it’s ok!” Theresa’s grandpa assured him and gave him a hug. Theresa’s grandma forced a smile and patted Clark’s back.

“Father, Mother… I want Aarti back at any cost. How do I get her?” Clark whispered.

“My son… she will always be with you in your heart.” Yuvraj whispered back.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.